Lust

~chapter 1~

"I can't believe your going to collage!!. My princess going to collage. You can stay with me and be my little girl again.." Jermaine says while focusing on driving the truck back to the house

"Mhmm..." I said as I stared out the window.
          
The only reason I can think of that my father is trying to get in touch with me now is because I'm old enough to take care of him. That's not happening.  The dick ditched me when I was 10 on a road with a phone of free service. The only way he found me was my facebook... what a pathetic looser. I may look sweet and innocent but I think If he calls me princess one more time I'm going to stab him with this pocket knife that is is my bag. Nah. He's practically giving me a ride to where I need to go. He lives a few miles from NYU and that's where I need to go to get into my doorms. I've acquired quite the cash since I was younger. My friend and her parents took me in when I called Stacy and told her. Her dad's a drunk and her mom's a junkie and for as terrible as there trailor was it sufficed. Me and Stacy always promised to make it out of there.  Plus when I told the chancellor about my problem and he saw my 4.0 he practically begged me to come.

        He said I could work at one of there stores to pay it off. So I happily obliged. My whole life it's been nothing but trouble until now. Things seemed to be looking up.

"PRINCESS... LILY!! are you there." He shouts grabbing my attention

"Huh..what do you want J.." I mumbled I'm tired and he's giving me a headache.

"We're here." He says with a grin on his unshaved face.

"Thankgod. Finally.." I get out grabbing my shit from the back and go upstairs with it. He reaches up to the door and opens it. The stench hit me hard. The place was just as awful as the day he told me we were going to get icecream and than left me. I cringe just thinking if it. I never forgot that alone feeling. I was kid. And he was supposed to me my dad. I was wrong.

"I fixed up your room." He said with a please forgive me look on his face. I walked in and it was beautiful.  To bad I wasn't going to be staying in it. EVER.

"Yeah. Thanks." I hated telling him thankyou it was the most difficult thing I've done in a while.

"Alright well as you know my room is just back there I'll be in bed if you need anything." He says giving me one last glance before walking down the hall. This house has always been private. You can't here shit and that's why I called a taxi and gave them the directions here. And they were with in 15 minutes. I grabbed my shit again hurried downstairs and threw my shit in the trunk.

"Where you gonna go?" An Italian man with a strong accent asked me..

"Um. Do you know how to get to NYU. I need to the front desk ladie." I said not sure how to quite get there. But hopping he'd understand..He looked at me through his mirror and gave me a smile and a laugh.before answering

"Your a pretty young girl. You remind me of my daughter you know dat."

He half smiled "I'll take you where you need to go. My daughter brandy goes to NYU, she's in the doorms now. Her names..."He paused fir effect. How lovely.

"brandy, if you met her you'd get along really good, I bet. She likes to party alot. But don't teller I told ya haha"

he chuckles before telling me what I owe him and letting me off at my stop. I pay him and tip him extra for being kind.