Downfall. (Urban)

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Omniscient

Dietrick sobbed. "They keep asking me . . .asking me about Reeze and they don't understand how much it hurt me. I just - I just want peace. He was one of the last friends that I had, man. They don't get it"

He wiped the snot that dripped down his face, and wiped his eyes.

Queen pulled herself up using Dietrick's arm, and wiped his bullshit tears away.

"Aw, baby" He kissed her on the mouth, and her face lit up before she fell down in his lap.

"You almost touched my heart, what the hell?" Lanisha laughed it off.

Queen slapped the crown tattooed on his pectoral muscles, and looked at her father with careful eyes.

"Yeah, that's you. Every Queen needs her crown"

She blinked at him, and her mouth opened like she was going to say something, but she wasn't.

She couldn't.

Lanisha left the bedroom, and went into the kitchen.

Queen and Dietrick both watched her leave.

She pulled herself back up onto him, and threw her arms around his neck.

He lifted her up, and grabbed her bottle before setting her down in the living room and cutting the tv on.

She tilted her head back, and fell onto her teddy bear, still focused on the tv.

"Daddy love you"

She looked at him, and pulled the bottle out of her mouth, gurgling her milk before she smiled at him.

Dietrick joined Lanisha in the kitchen, and his eyes fell to the boyshorts that she was wearing.

Shit, it was her house and she had the right to be as comfortable as she wanted.

And no, she wasn't wearing them for Dietrick.

If she had felt the need to show off, which she didn't, she would've put on something lace.

"Staying for breakfast?"

"Nah, but imma be back later. Groceries, milk?" He asked her to come up with a list of stuff to get.

"Nope, we're fully stocked"

Dietrick stepped up onto Lanisha and she could feel his thick friend resting right against her butt.

Nothing else mattered to Queen when she had the TV infront of her.

He started to rub her through her shorts, but his phone rang.

Queen turned away from the TV to go look for the sound.

Dietrick scowled. "Later"

Whoever called had hung up, but he looked down at the message that was supposedly urgent and sighed before going upstairs to retrieve his shirt.

But then he got another phone call saying that it was already being taken care of.

Boss thought that he was more suited for kidnapping, torure, and murder.

It didn't effect him like it did most people.

Dietrick came back downstairs, and Queen was sitting in her high chair, eating bacon.

"Can daddy have some?"

Queen took the piece out of her mouth, and placed it on his tongue before blinking at him.

Waiting.

He chewed the piece, and she gave him the rest of her bacon. "Nah, it's yours"

She frowned and thrusted the bacon into his face.

Dietrick ate her bacon, and she picked up a broken up piece of french toast, and ate it.

"Yeah, you eat your food"

Queen giggled, and Nisha turned around to look at her.

She rarely ever made a noise.

"Aye, look at you" He kissed his daughter's forehead.

She looked back and forth between her parents, and looked down at the floor.

Dietrick grabbed her plate before taking her out of her gold high chair. She went to the TV.

Dietrick walked up to Nisha and put their plates away before pushing her up against the wall.

His hand dipped into her shorts and he connected their lips.

She moaned softly in his mouth as he rubbed against her clit, but she pushed him back.

"Yesterday, in the tub-"

"Yeah, I know" He cut her off, already knowing that she was referring to when he took over.

"Trick-"

"I gotta go"

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Dietrick sawed off dude's middle finger.

Earlier, he called himself kicking Dietrick in his damn dick and saying fuck you.

"I got your damn fuck you" Dietrick shook his head.

Justice had given up on trying to contact Dietrick.

He wasn't responding, and she didn't want to ask around about him.

Because everybody who's everybody knew that Dietrick cheated.

But Justice had no one but Dietrick.

At one point, she had friends.

"Damn, Justice. Go find your friends. I swear I'm the only person in your phone" Dietrick once told her.

"What friends?" She responded. "The ones you fucked? Or the ones that you let suck your dick?"

And that was the end of Justice ever having friends.

She had always assumed that Dietrick cheated because he was scared of commitment.

But Dietrick cheated simply because he didn't want to be tied down.

That wasn't the life that he wanted for himself.

Justice wasn't made aware, and Dietrick had just assumed that she knew already because she just accepted the fact that he cheated.

He was almost certain that she couldn't change him.

After Dietrick sawed both of his middle fingers off, he chopped them up into three pieces and out them in a blender with milk and sugar.

"Ain't nothing like a 98.6 degree finger in a smoothie" Dietrick laughed and blended the items together.

Tyler sealed his mouth shut, prematurely refusing to drink the concoction.

Dietrick poured it into a cup, and grabbed Tyler's wrist. "And a little blood on the top"

Trick looked up at dude's closed mouth and grabbed his knife and forced it into his mouth before cutting sideways in both directions.

Left and right.

Dietrick grabbed a lemon and rubbed it over his mouth before hearing Tyler scream.

When he opened his mouth, the cut that was now his expanded mouth, grew wider making him scream more.

"I wanted to have your back, but Boss want you alive"

A damn shame too, because Dietrick didn't mind having everybody's back.

Tyler spat blood in Trick's face, and Dietrick laughed before shoving his hand into Tyler's mouth and cutting a piece of his tongue off.

"You can drink this before I ship you to boss. I gotta sew your mouth afterwards. No anesthesia of course"

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