Lil Thugger ( Book 3 )

Chapter 8

4 months later 

GEESHA ! 4 months already. I been spending most of my time with Shawn and been keeping my modeling gig a secret from my family . I'm barely eating and getting any sleep ... and also been skipping school to be with Shawn. So not me ... I feel so out of place .

I walked into the house to see my family getting ready for a movie night. I tried to brush pass before anyone could actually notice me. "Mickey ?" My daddy called me as he walked out the kitchen. I signed heavily before answering "Yeah dad ?" I answered. "Where you been lately ? I hardly even see your face anymore" he leaned against the wall folded his arms and waited for an answer. " I-I been busy" I told him as I tried to walk up the stairs. " Busy doing what ? ... Cause your grades doesn't prove anything to me about being 'busy'." He walked closer to me. "Mom please get Dad" I asked her. "Whats going on ?" she asked as she raised from off  the couch. "He keep asking me stupid question" "STUPID ?! Mickey are you out of your mind ?!" he raised his voice at me. "You know what .... I don't need this" I turned around but my daddy grabbed me by my arm "Where you think your going ?!" I snatched my arm from him and walked out the house. I walked two blocks from my house yo another street.
I didn't have no idea where I was going. I jus wanted to

I called up Shawn and asked him to come back to get me. He pulled up with a confused look on his face. " Look Iont want to talk bout it lets just go to your house." He nodded and we pulled off in silence. We arrived too his house and got settled in. I signed heavily as I flopped down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. He sat next too me and started taking off my shoes. " Want to talk about it ?" he asked as he rubbed my feet in slow motion. I sobbed a little bit before answering " No ... not really. " I whipped away the little tears that fell from my eyes. " Mickey, baby I don't want you too hold everything in to cease the pain that your feeling ..... You can talk too me bout anything."

I sat up and looked him dead in the eyes trying to figure out why he cares so much. Its a story behind him that I can't figure out ... That I can't get a hold of. I wonder what is it .... I put so much trust into him ... All i could do is stair into his eyes " I feel so missed placed.... like i don't belong anymore. Its eerie ... And Iont like that feeling. I just want things to go back to the way it were" I cried into his arms. He picked my head up " Sometimes a change is for the better. I get what your going through its a faze and a ordeal. I don't want you to feel harrowing about it. Everybody got to grow up someday ..." He talked some more. I took in all of his advice as I laid across his chest.
I mean ... I can feel the changes in me. Not really sure about what should I do. It's weird ..... I don't like the changes ... at all.