Daddy's Dynasty

19.

Maurice Brown.
"Get up, it's time for you to go." A police officer said, ushering me out of my cell.
"How?" I asked, confused at who payed my $200,000 bail for me. Ever since the night of the gala, which was four days ago, I've been in prison for accusations of rape and fighting charges.

That Michael nigga got charged $10,000 and he was then allowed to leave, scott-free. He jumped me in front of thousands of A-list celebrities and yet I'm the one in prison. The police officer unlocked my handcuffs and then he lead me towards the exit.

When I left though the exit door, I automatically saw my father and his gang, and I couldn't help but smile. They had my back and were repping for me even when I was inside. I walked up to my cousin, Mijo, and engulfed him in a hood hug.

"We're gonna get this nigga, his baby momma, their kids and my fucking girlfriend back! We shall have no goddamn mercy! They all need to fucking suffer!" I evilly shouted, throwing my fist in the air.

The whole squad made noise, agreeing with me. We all jumped into several cars, and we were presumably on our way to the drug den.

Maleah Jenner.
I woke up at around four thirty this morning. I can't sleep for a long period at a time, because I often wake up from nightmares or anxiety. At first, I couldn't believe what had happened, so I just tried to not believe it. Then, at the gala, Michael forced it out of me; I finally accepted what had happened.

Ever since Maurice was arrested, I moved into Michaels. Maurice's friend, Adelaide, helped me move all of my stuff and was just a shoulder to cry on. She was so nice and caring.

I had my own room at Michael's and he tried his best to make me feel comfortable, but I didn't feel safe at all. Being in the presence of men scared me.

If someone that I dated for three years, and have known for six, can do such a terrible thing to me, imagine what a stranger could do.

Just as I was recollecting my thoughts, I heard too high pitched screams enter my room. I unraveled myself out of my duvet, to find the twins with make up smeared across their chubby faces.

"I thought you two were asleep!" I said to them, climbing out of bed.

"We were, but then we woke up and did our make up! Do you like it?" Allanis replied.

"You guys look so silly! You Dad will be home soon, so let's get this muck of your face." I said, grabbing their plump wrists.
I then lead them towards the bathroom and dampened a warm wash cloth and wiped the make up from their faces.

I then stripped their girls of their pyjamas, and put them in the bath. They were having fun with their rubber duckies and plastic boats, although they were splashing the water all over the place.

When I'm around children, I am no different to what I was before. Children are so innocent and have not yet been tarnished by the world, so how on earth could I fear them?

I was on my phone, booking a doctors appointment when I heard the girls scream 'Daddy!" In sync. I was so shocked at their screams, that I jumped in fright.

Michael had been on a two-day business trip to Miami. I baby sat the girls and he brought a new music company.

"My precious babies! Did you miss your Dad?" He said, engulfing them in a long hug. They were wet from the bath, but Michael didn't care. He wanted to hug his daughters.