I. Tamara

Chapter 1

Author's quick note: Most of the story is in Tamara's POV so I won't put the whole POV thing anymore unless it's not her.

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After an hour, Michael and I finally finished. I was still amazed on how much of a connection we had. I figured he was a nice guy since he kept asking me was if I okay the whole time and a guy has never done that for me. I pulled my clothing back on and he did the same.

"Hey, thank you....for caring," I slightly whispered.

He stopped and slowly looked at me. "Well, you're welcome,"

"A guy has never done that. You know, the things you did."

He nodded. "Well, I'm not one of those jerks."

I nodded and smiled to myself. "So what are you doing on this side of town?"

"Um, I was just driving through because I'm on my way to Los Angeles to visit my family, well mainly my big brother,"

"Oh,I'm headed to LA, too! What's your brother's name?"

"James, but he doesn't like to be called that."

That name reminds me of my dad, well not my real dad, but the one I was lied about for years. They thought I didn't know what was going on, but I did. Even though I was only like 6, I knew everything. I have so much hatred toward him since it was so easy for him to leave me with that stranger but I'll always have a soft spot for him.

"Well what does he like to go by."

"It's embarassing, so I'd rather not tell you,"

I chuckled. "Oh, no. Just tell me, I don't judge"

"Mhm, well, he likes to be called King." He chuckled.

I gulped. " That's my dad,"

He slammed onto his brakes. "WHAT?!? That makes you my niece and we just-"

"NO! Wait. Just listen. I'll explain. My mother was Zonnique and she thought that James' was my dad, but I'm really Jacob's baby. My mom was kind've a hoe. I love and miss her, but she was, so James got a DNA test and it came out negative. I still see him as my father and I've never forgiven him for leaving me with Jacob and not even saying good bye," I wiped a tear away with my sleeve.

He started driving again. "All that happened 10 years ago and you were 6, so you're not 19 are you?"

I shook my head. "Sorry."

He laughed, "And I'm not 24. I'm 17. I thought you were older. That's why I said that."

I laughed then pushed him playfully, "Boy."

"You wanna talk to him now or..."

"No, not yet. I wanna see if he remembers me. Introduce me as a girlfriend or something,"

"Psh, my pleasure," He smiled. "You hungry?"

"Nahh, I'm good,"

"Alright, so you wanna hear how he's doing?"

"Yeah,"

"Alright, he's 31 now. He's married, he has a son and a daughter. He works as a lawyer, so he's pretty rich now, but don't get me wrong, he still has your baby picture in his wallet."

I nodded. "I miss him. Jacob wasn't a good dad. He never harmed me, but his brother did."

It got quiet. I've never told anybody about this, but why do I feel like I can trust him? He looked over at me.

"What did he do and if you don't wanna answer, you don't have to. I don't-"

"No, It's fine. He uh, he raped me when I was 13."

"Sorry to hear that, but have you told anyone about it," He asked nicely.

"No, but I don't plan on it either, Please, you can't say anything," I pleaded.

"Okay, I wont."

It got awfully quiet. This will be an even more interesting trip.