My Drug.

Chapter 11

-3 Months Later . . .

"Daddy Guess what !" I smiled happily at my father as my mother hummed while she cooked dinner. My father pulled me on to his lap and kissed my cheek.

"What Babygirl ?" He asked smiling at me. My mother looked back at me and smiled.

"Guess Daddy !" I yelled and he laughed.

"Okay sweetheart. Uhhhh You stank? is that what it is ?" I laughed then pouted. "If that's not it then what is it pumpkin ?" He asked stroking my chin.

"I love you daddy. That was it." My dad smiled at me and kissed my cheek again.

"And I Love You too sweetheart." He said before hugging me so tight I couldn't breath then my mama walked over and kissed my cheek.

Dreams of my Father and Mama kept invading me ever night. Over these last months I been avoiding Cj as much as possible. I moved in with my cousin on my Dad's side. My cousin was a true party girl 'Work & Party' was her motto. Her name was Candie. She worked at a strip joint called 'Hush' getting paid big money she say. Anyway, every since my mom died I just didn't wanna deal with it. Not with Cj, not with Tasha.  After that I packed my shit and called up Candie and told her that I needed a place to stay. She agreed with open arms and told me I didn't have to pay rent until I got back on my feet. But I did go back to bury my mother next to my father, it was a funeral with no service or no guest.

Candie did offer me a job at 'Hush' said if I wanted it she'll put in good word for me I turned down her offer but I still thought hard on that shit. In my eye's, all I saw was Money. But I didn't wanna go around dancing naked. "After you do that shit you stop being scared. Trust me I was scared too, but when I seen how much money I was making I lost all my fears." I laughed at her silly ass, I mean the shit she was spitting had to be true. She had a fucking condo, two cars a red charger and a black one that she did not have a problem with to let me sport her shit, and her wardrobe was filled with Gucci prada, and Louie V's. "I'll think about it." I had told her and she giggled.

"Ugh, I'm so bored K. " Candie groaned as she flipped her long Brazilian black weave. " Lets go party hell, you need a man." I laughed, then looked away from her. All I could think about was Cj. I missed him so much but I couldn't deal with all his bullshit and plus with my mama passing away just three months ago. Of course I called and Tasha where I was and she promised not to tell him so I was straight. Candie looked at me then apologised. "My fault K, I forgot about Cj. " She said rubbing my arm "How come you just don't go back?" she asked. I shook my head before answering. "I'm 17 now and I can't keep going through the same shit." I said honest.

"True. True. So what we doing today?" She asked.

I sighed deeply. "I guess where going out" I smiled as she jumped up. For Candie to only be 19 she had a banging ass body I shall say. She wasn't tall, but she wasn't short. She was a mocha color, with a slim waist and big hips with a big ass to compliment it. She had tattoos on her stomach and her legs and one right in the middle of her back which you really couldn't see because of the Brazilian weave that touched just above her ass. She had long eyelashes that'll make you think she was high but it was just for exotic reasons she wore them. She had slight gap in the front of her teeth, but that flaw never stop her.

"Come on girl you need clothes and I need to hook you up like really cause you sittin here being desperate and shit ain't a good look on ya pretty self. " I smiled sadly as she pulled me up going into her room she gave me a dress and did my make up and flat ioroned my hair. After she was done I stood up and admired myself. The dress was gucci and it stopped right under my ass.