Worth

IV

Emerson in MM

Kyon Armelle King

I woke up in Naki's room. She had two twin sized beds. The party was so much fun, but I had a hang over and my stomach felt awful. Before I could turn over, I began to feel something coming up.

I ran out her room, and down the hall to the bathroom. I pulled the toilet seat up and began to regurgitate all the liquor that was in my system.

I felt someone pull my hair out the way. I looked up to see Danny getting a ponytail holder for my hair and a cold rag for my face.

He rubbed my back as I continued throwing up. I was bit embarrassed that he was able to see me like this. I was also thankful for him helping me.

As I finished, he picked me up and sat me on the counter. He pulled out a toothbrush and placed toothpaste on it. He handed it to me and got another one for himself.

Within 5 minutes we both had finished brushing our teeth and washing our face. "So, how does it feel to be so far from your family?" He asked as he got me down from the counter. We both walked out of the bathroom.

"At first, I was home sick, literally. I missed my room and everything. I can't say I missed my family very much because we weren't close.

The only one who I really miss is my great uncle Kairo. He's the best. He loved me so much and we did everything together. He was a drug lord until he retired and allowed my dad to take control."

"Where is he now?" He asked as he put on the pants he wore yesterday, along with his shirt and shoes.

"In prison. He was on a high speed chase and he allowed the cops to catch him. He said he was gonna get out in about a month or so."

"Wait... Are you talking about Kairo Jade? The world renown drug lord who owns all of the US and parts of Mexico?"

"That's him." I blushed. "Your uncle is a legend!"

"Yeah, where's the rest of your family?"

"Dead." He coughed. I rubbed my neck, growing uncomfortable. "I'm sorry, I-"

He waved me off. "It's fine. I killed them."

I furrowed my eyebrows together. "You what?"

"I killed them. They were going behind my back trying to sell my daughter to a prostitution agency, so I murdered them, one by one." He spoke so nonchalant about the situation.

"So, where is your daughter?"

"Foster home. That bitch of a grandmother put her in there without my consent and now I have to go through so much to get her out." He pulled out his wallet and went to a picture, then showed me.

It was a brown skin baby with long, thick hair and  slightly slanted eyes. They were brown. She was absolutely beautiful. "Her name is Emerson Paislee Camilo."

"What's your full name?"

"Danny Braylin Camilo."

"Who's her mother?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. She was placed on my doorstep around this time. I just remember being drugged months earlier and ending up laying on my porch. So I just say, her mom and I were forced to have sex and she's biologically mine. It makes sense in my head."

"She looks a little like me, you think?" I studied the picture more. She had his nose, hair texture and facial structure. She may as well had been his.

"You ever think of getting a DNA test?" He shook his head. "Naw, I don't need some paper to tell me whether or not that's my baby. She's mine, period."

I nodded. We both walked out to his car and he pulled off.

Our previous conversation was stuck in my head. All I could think about was the time I was kidnapped and drugged with so many different things.

I couldn't remember what happened during those times, but I did remember feeling an unbearable pain and hearing a baby crying hours later.

His daughter couldn't be my baby. There was no possible way. Even if we were drugged around the same time. I knew I had a baby, but I didn't think his was mines.

"What are you thinking about?" I snapped out of my thoughts. "Nothing, just enjoying the ride." I said, rolling the window down some.

He placed his hand on my thigh and continued driving. I wish we would hurry up and get there. I was getting sleepy. "You know, last night I studied your face and my daughters. I may be crazy, but she has your eyes and lips." My heart sped up.

"Never mind, I'm just trippin." He chuckled to himself. "I just wish I knew who her mother was." He finished.

Danny finally parked the car. We were parked in front of a beautiful home. "Who's house is this?"

"Mine." He answered. "Come on."

We both stepped out of the car and walked up to the door. He unlocked the door and allowed me to walk in first. My eyes widened in shock.

"This is absolutely gorgeous." I gawked. "Cause I'm cold." He replied, smirking.

I rolled my eyes. "How many rooms are there?"

"6 Bedrooms, 5 1/2 bathrooms, theatre, game room, kitchen, living room, den, and dining room. Add that up." My brain was too lazy to process, honestly.

So, he had a lot of different rooms in the house. "17 1/2 with your lazy ass." He chuckled. He must have known.

I giggled along. "Let me show you the game room." He said, grabbing my hand. I obliged.

On our way to the game room, I was able to get a sneak peak of the other rooms. It seemed to be so much space in each room. This was a beautiful home.

As we entered the game room, his cell phone rang. "Stay here, I'll be right back."

I looked around the game room, and heard the doors close behind me. I looked back to see Davia with a glare glued to her face.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. "Don't worry about me. Worry about how you're gonna get past me, alive."

"HELP!!!" I screamed to the top of my lungs. She ran to me and slapped me down. I tripped her and got back up.

I began throwing punches at her left and right. She tried to cover her face, but to no avail. She was eating my punches and had been full after the first one.

I was definitely giving this ho the business. "Stop!" She screamed. She quickly grabbed my shirt and pulled me to the ground.

I tried to regain my balance, but she got on top of me and began smashing my head to the ground along with pulling my hair. "Bitch I fucking hate you!" She screamed. "You stole my man ho!"

I pushed her off of me and got up. I felt a bit dizzy, but that didn't stop me from running to her and kicking her stomach and chest repeatedly. Soon, she started coughing up blood.

But I couldn't stop. She made me angry. As I was kicking and punching, a pair of arms pulled me away from her unconscious body. I looked to see Danny.

I began to cry. He held me as he called the police.  When he turned back around to get Davia, she was gone. I put my head in my hands. This was too much.