He Came Back

Chapter 2

Paris....

It's been 5 years into my dad's 23-year prison sentence and over a year that Marco's been gone, and I've hit a fast downward spiral.

The day before he died I did some things that he warned me to never do and that was mess with drugs. I let him down and I'm paying the ultimate price for it.

*Flashback*

"What time you get off Paris?"

Marco asked standing in the doorway of my bedroom, as I stood in my mirror flat ironing my hair in nothing but my jeans and bra. He was looking too good this morning. he was dressed in black from head to toe and I was feeling it. He had on black Akoo jeans, a black long-sleeved thermal Polo shirt, with a black bubble Polo vest, on his head was an all black Polo dad hat and his gold link Jesus piece along with the gold diamond encrusted Rolex he had on set it all off, he was looking too damn good this early in the morning . I was zoned out at this point.

"Imma take yo car in to get serviced, you need breaks bad, so imma get Dre to drop you off at work and I'll pick you up."

I saw his mouth moving through the mirror but my mind was elsewhere right now.

"PARIS!"

"Oh um..It's Friday so it's a half day today."

"So 12?"

"Yep!"

"Aight, I'm bout to ride, I got a few errands to run this morning, but he on his way."

"K."

"K? Is that all I get?"

He asked by this time he was standing behind me in the mirror.

I turned around to face him.

"Can we do something tonight?"

I asked.

"I don't know I'll let you know when I pick you up."

I poked my lips out knowing that would probably not happen, seeing how its friday and hes usually busy through the weekend setting up drops and picking money up from his traps all over the city.

"Aye dont give me try, okay?"

he said kissing my cheek. i pinched his

And in return he slapped my ass on the way out the door.

"Told you to stop doing that punk."

Our relationship had blossomed into something I can't explain. He doesn't date anybody and neither do I, we haven't had sex but the tension was definitely there.

The only reason we haven't went there is more so because I still have nightmares of the rape, so I'm not mentally ready to do it, but my body wants him so bad.

I jumped at the sound of Dre knocking on the door. He's hella early.

"Hey, wassup?"

"shit, you ready?"

"Uh not quite I have another 45 minutes before I can go in. You can come in while I finish getting ready."

I had gotten a job at the same law firm that represented my dad as a office clerk after getting my GED.

"Cool."