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11:12 am
Monday
Toddy Pov.
Baby is you drunk, is you had enough?

A heavy base was what I heard from the elevator.

I thought maybe coming down to see her since I was just down stairs filming with David was best to see if she was ok. Knocking but she couldn't hear it.

There was still no answer. checking the doorknob.

11:15 am
Are you here lookin' for love?

It was unlocked, how cliché. I couldn't help but think of what would happen in the movies and porno

A. Shes cleaning and dancing

B. Shes probably high as a kite and getting wasted on her feelings

C. Shes doing something that I secretly deep down wish she was. lets just say it involves her fingers and her lower region

Before I could confirm the door opened and revealed Joe with a bag of trash and a box with boxes piled behind her.

11:20 am
All these bitches, but my eyes on you

'Need help?'

'Yes please, I've got more bags to grab' she spoke

When she spoke I almost forgot the music playing in the back or even remotely remember who I was.

'Doing something specific with these or are they just trash'

'Just trash' she says as we make our way towards the elevator

'What's in these bags and boxes? Are you moving?'

11:27 am
Is you somebody's baby?

'No just getting ride of junk I don't need anymore.' We stayed quiet in the elevator, the ride was short but gave me enough time to observe her state.

She was wearing one of many t-shirts I left at her home. Messy bun. She was so petite and small like, her eyes were swollen from the crying. I didn't have to ask why.

11:29
If you ain't, girl what we gon' do?

ding

The doors opened and the parking lot came to view and I followed behind her to the trash can.

As soon as we make our way back I notice her little bare feet hit the pavement.

Picking her up over my shoulder, hearing her giggle filled my stomach with butterflies. I couldn't help but smile at the feeling.

'You know your going to get sick if you keep walking around bare foot'

11:35
All eyes on you

'You sound like my father' she comments pulling out the pack of cigarettes in my pocket then the lighter.

'I'm not your father though' I paused as the elevator doors opened taking a step in and putting her down 'I'm your daddy' pushing her against the wall.

When she looked up at me she looked so pure and innocent but broken, he broke her.

Her breathing became heavy my figure towering over her petite body. Slowly touching her cheek, with a hand on her hip. I new I had some affect on her some little piece of her was mine even if she didn't know it ever since we where freshman in high school.

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