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Chapter 12 pt. 2

Dalaun and Angie in the MM >>>>>>>

"I'm fine, babe. I promise"

Dalaun still didn't seem convinced. "Ang, I just found you on the floor unconscious." he said.

I know he was getting frustrated by the way he squinted his eyes when he talked. He always did that. One day when I had told him that I wanted to pay for our lunch he had had the same on expression on his face. I remember another time when I wouldn't let him buy me these pair of Madden pumps that I've wanted for a while. it was stupid of me for having the idea to walk around the mall that day and even stupider for sighing when I saw the shoes. Of course I wouldn't let him buy them for me in the end which made him so annoyed. It was cute though. His selflessness was another one of his attributes to add to his never ending list.

I sighed. "Babe, it's nothing."

"Well, I still think you should see a doctor." He was trying to make me give in but I wasn't going to. Especially since it involved going to the doctor. Ugh. I hated going anywhere that involved needles and hideous paper gowns.

"Do you have any idea of why you fainted?" he added. "You drinkin' and eating enough?"

I looked at him blankly. "D, you just saw me scarf down all that Chinese food. Of course, I'm eating. That isn't the real reason anyway."

"What was it then, babe?" He sat down on the bed next to me. Taking my hand in his right hand he put his left arm around my shoulders. I lay my head on his chest before taking a deep breath.

"My father called me."

I felt him stiffen next to me. "Forreal?"

"Yeah.." I whispered unsure with myself if that had even happened. Never in a million years would I think that I would get to speak with my own father.

Just then I remembered the letter that I had found. His address was on the envelope this entire time. I was so stupid for forgetting about it. I guess leaving Andrea's house (I refuse to call her my mother any longer) and spending so much time with Dalaun had made me forget about it. Not even to mention I was a new auntie since Amy gave birth to little Jason. I watched him on the days that her and Rodney needed some time alone.

"Well, this is great, baby." he exclaimed. "You can meet your father now."

"Dalaun I don't know if I want to do that just yet."

He stroked my arm for a while just laying there thinking. "You know how much I wished that my dad actually cared about me. Look, Ang." He pulled my chin up to face him. "Your dad spent his whole life looking for you and tryna get a hold of you. You even talked about how you wish you could meet him. So I don't get why you all of a sudden changed your mind."

He was right. I was being so selfish. Here he was, without a father who cared about him and I was too afraid to even meet mine. I had to appreciate that God had finally answered my prayers. I was going to meet my dad even if it turns out to be a disaster.

"You're right, baby." I kissed his cheek. "I've always wanted this. I'm gunna talk to him."

"If you need me I'll be right here." He said into my hair before I felt him kiss the top of my head.

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I woke up feeling groggy. Last night I tossed and turned and no matter what I did nothing could make me fall asleep. I guess it was because today was the day that I was going to meet my dad. After I talked to Dalaun, I called my dad and explained to him why I had hung up before. Of course I didn't tell him it was because I fainted. I told him my phone had died. We after made plans to meet the next Friday, which was today. He told me he wanted to take me to dinner and that I should meet him at Christo's at eight.

I finally found the strength to get out of bed. After fixing my hair, brushing my teeth and putting on some simple jeans and running shoes I was out the door. Thank god I took my state licensing exam next week and I was done waking up to go to work at Friday's. Ugh, just thinking about it gave me a headache.

"Hey, girl," I said walking into work. Rita was setting up a table with napkins with silverware and napkins. I hadn't noticed before but she had gotten thick. She was always curvy but now she had a bigger booty and thick thighs.

"Hey, sexy." She kissed my cheek.

"Um. Rita don't take this the wrong way but you getting thick."

She laughed, "I know. I've been eating so much lately. I need to hit the gym." she pouted.

"Shut up, girl. You know Terrence must love it." I winked.

"Haha, he does. I'm not gunna lie."

"You little nasty" I smacked her butt.

She giggled and then opened her mouth and smacked her forehead, gasping. "I almost forgot to tell you. Yesterday some guy named Veron-"

"I know."

"You know?" she said confused.

"Yeah. That's my dad. He called me a few days ago. We're going to meet today." I smiled.

"Ohmygod!" She squealed while hugging me tightly. "I'm so happy for you!"

"I know. I cant believe it. I wonder how he found me. I'm a little nervous though."

She sucked her teeth. "Girl, you don't have anything to be nervous about." Mike called her to get in the kitchen and answer some phone calls. "I got to go, girl. Remember: have fun tonight!"

I smiled to myself. She was right.  I had nothing to be nervous about. Tonight was going to be the best night of my life.

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"How does this look," I asked, twirling around slowly, showcasing yet another outfit.

"Yup, that's the one." Amy yawned, reassuring me.

I frowned. "You said that with the last dress."

"Angie," she sighed. "They all look amazing. He's your dad. He'll just be happy to see you healthy."

"You're right." I smiled while studying myself in the mirror. I looked at the time on my alarm clock on the bedside table. It read 7:42. "Oh shit! I got to go I'm gunna be late!"

I kissed Amy on the cheek, grabbed my clutch and ran out the house.

The drive up there was horrible. My stomach was turning. No matter how much I convinced myself that today was going to be great, I couldn't help but worry. I just hope that he wouldn't be disappointed in me. Even though I was nervous, I couldn't help but feel excitement. I was finally going too meet my dad. There were so many questions that I had to ask him. Like what his favorite food was, what college he went to, and if he like football more than basketball or the other way around. Andrea had ruined that for me.

I pulled into Christo's and parked in one of the few empty spots. Before getting out I checked my appearance in the mirror. For having a full parking lot, it was eerily quiet.

I started walking a little faster. Well as fast as I could in these five inch heels. As I was passing a big black van I saw a man leaned up against it.

Abruptly, he came towards me.

"Are you Angie?" he asked.

I quickly smiled. "Yes."

"Good," he said before pulling a small white rag out of his pocket.

He grabbed my arm. I quickly tried to get away but it was impossible. Stupid heels. He pulled me close to him and before I could scream for help he cover my mouth with the rag. I tried to fight him off the best I could but it was no use. Suddenly all I wanted to do was sleep.

Giving up, I gave in and let the darkness come over me.