Bag Lady:(Book One)

Bag 16--Reunion

Jazilyn POV

My IPhone 6 woke me up out of my sleep, I sat my head up to look at my phone and it was my dad.

"Turn that phone off girl" Dalontè said and his deep tired voice and his put the covers over his head.

I answered my phone and placed it on my ear.

"Hello?"

"Aye wassup, when you gon be at the funeral?"

"What funeral?" I questioned confused

"What you mean what funeral Jazilyn?"

"Dad, I don't know what your talkin about" I yawned

"Janeè died! How you don't know?!"

I sat up and put all my attention into the coversation.

"What? Ja-- she died? When?"

"You stay in Atlanta right, the same place yo sister stay at. How the hell you don't know she died, and you out there!"

"I don't know Janessa didn't call me daddy!"

"Get the fuck off the phone bitch!" Dalontè shouted

"Hold on Tae" I whined

"Who the fuck is that?" My father yelled right after

"Nobody dad" I unwrapped myself out of the covers, took hold of my crunches and walked out into the living room.

"Daddy I didn't know she died" I cried

"How didn't you know? I sent you out there to be with your sister, it's been two weeks and you don't know nothin, where you at?"

"I stay with a friend"

"Where at?"

"These apartments called The Monroe, apartment 13"

"I'm coming to get you, you better be ready, wear somethin nice for this funeral" he hung up and I started to cry like a baby, I couldn't believe she died, how did this happen?

.......

I heard a knock on the door, Ofcourse its my dad. I grabbed my crunches and went to open the door, when I did he was talking on the phone and then he brought his attention to me, then examined me in my condition.

"Janessa imma call you back baby" he hung up and lifted up my chin, I tried so hard to cover up my bruises including my black eye.

"I fell down the stairs, you know how clumsy I am" I chuckled nervously,

He looked around the apartment, I guess he was looking for a staircase.

"Oh oh dad, it wasn't here, it was at my friends house" I lied.

Dalontè walked in the living room and perched on the couch, he didn't even acknowledge us, he turned on the television, while eating a hand full of skittles and placing his feet on the coffee table.

"Who that?"

"That's my friend's brother, he stays with us"

"Wassup man" my dad said

Dalonte gave him a head nod and continued watching television.

"Where yo bag at?"

"Im about to get it"

I went in my room and grabbed my bag, as soon as I was about to exit, I ran into an angry Dalontè, he cupped my face very tightly, making it hard for me to move my head.