I. Tamara

Chapter 3

I looked at Zoey then shook my head. "No." I stood up then walked toward the door when he grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him.

"No? It's opposite day," He smirked at me then pushed me onto the bed. I tried getting up, but he pinned down my arms. I began kicking and screaming. He started laughing then climbed off of me and helped me up. I punched him in his chest then stormed toward the door.

"Wait, you actually thought I was going to rape you," He asked lowly.

I looked at him and nodded. "It wouldn't have been the first time," I mumbled then opened the door and walked out, slamming it behind me. What an ass. Why would you joke about something like that? Tears flowed down my cheek, but I quickly wiped them away. I've never felt so dirty and used in my life. I ran into Michael on my way down the stairs.

"Are you okay? You look like you've been crying," He asked, looking at me.

I shook my head. "No, it might be my allergies," I lied.

He nodded. "I'm about to head to the movie room. Care to join?" He smiled.

'Uh, sure," I smiled then followed him toward the movie room. I'm actually growing a liking for Michael. He's a nice guy, plus he's smart, but he doesn't deserve girl like me. I wouldn't be able to give him the world he deserves. I'm just an ordinary thot. Yes, I admit to myself that I'm a thot. Honestly, I want to change and better myself, but I just want to feel loved, even if I know it's not real love. Nobody's ever loved me or showed me that they cared, except for my mom and James, but they both left me. It isn't my mom's fault for her death, but she shouldn't have jumped the gun to go save Aunt Bee when she was never her true friend.

"Tamara!" Michael was snapping in my face.

"Huh? Oh, sorry," I turned red out of embarassment.

"I called your name like 10 times. What's so heavy on your mind," He asked going through the movies.

"Um, nothing. I'm fine," I said, playing with the ends of my hair.

He looked up at me and smiled which caused me to blush and look down at my feet.

"Which movie," He asked

I looked up and something caught my eye. I walked toward it and it was a picture of my mother with James and I. She was holding me and smiling while he had on some type of mask and this blue scrub. I guess it was the day I was born. I pulled out my phone and took a picture of it. I looked to my left and a toddler boy with this Indian women in a picture with James. I guess it was his other son. I actually remember him. He was older than me by just a year. I couldn't believe he kept all these pictures. Michael walked up beside me then looked at the pictures.

"That's Zoey," He pointed to the picture with the indian lady.

I shook my head. "No. I remember that lady and her son. His name was James Jr."

Michael looked at me then shook his head. "We don't know what happened to Jr. Ki'Loni's parents took him and moved to Japan, but he went missing after that."

It wasn't making sense. The lady in that picture was Ki'Loni, yet that's Zoey, but the boys name was Chresanto Jr and they say he's missing. Maybe he kidnapped Jr and changed his name then his wife helped him cover it up by saying he's her son and James has no relationship with him. By now, I was pacing the room. James took Zoey! Well, Jr.

"Michael! Do you know where Ki'loni is in jail at," I asked him with a bright smile on my face.

"Um, actually, she's out of jail."

"Where does she live," I stood directly infront of him. "I think we need to talk to her."

He shook his head, "No. Tamara, leave it alone,"

I frowned then began pulling on his arm. "Pleaseeee. I need this. It might help me understand why she killed my mom," I looked at him with pleading eyes.

He sighed. "Okay. Fine. We'll go there tomorrow."

I smiled then leaned on my tippy toes and kissed his cheek. "Thanks!"