Daddy's Little Side-Kick

Intro

I woke up not wanting to go to school. I was about to try to beg my father. He's a sucker for my sad face.

"Daddy!" I called, and he came to my room looking at me with a quizzical face.

"You're going to school, Tresey," he says blandly.

"Come on, Daddy, please! It's Monday," my spoiled ass whined.

"I'm not tryna hear your mother again. Remember, she gets emails when you are absent," he said, then kissed my forehead. "Now get ready, baby girl."

"Are you coming to Junior game today?" I asked him.

"What time is that again?" he asked.

"It's at five," I said, getting out my bed.

"I'm gonna be there," he answered. "Elle gonna be there?"

"Yes, Daddy," I rolled my eyes. He's been trying extra hard to get back with Elle for the longest time, but she's not having it. I mean, I like her, that's my little brothers mother. She's nice to me, so no beef here. And things with my mother never work. When they were together, it was arguing and sex twenty-four SEVEN. It was disgusting and annoying. I just want my old man to be happy. It isn't with my mother. If it ain't with Elle, then he might be a lost cause.

"Alright, baby -"

"Daddy, why don't you invite her to my step show, and y'all could come with Junior together?" I suggest.

"I doubt she'll come," he said.

"She will. no worries," I say and go in the bathroom to take my shower. I'll ask her and she'll be there for sure. Gotta trust Princess for this one.

I played some reggae and soca while showering and washing my hair. My father finds it annoying sometimes, so I play it low. I'm Trini on my mother's side, so I grew up on it. When I officially moved with my father and my mother moved out, she'd send me mixes on CD'S. She still does, and it's been almost eight years. It will be on my birthday, eighteenth birthday.

I got out and saw my phone lighting up. I answered, seeing it was my best friend calling.

"Yoo?" I answered, putting it on speaker.

"Where are you, Tresey?" I heard him yell.

"Yoo, tell nigga to watch his tone!" My father yelled through my door. He doesn't like Trey for nothing. He's always looking for reasons to have to fight him. And Trey is truly harmless, it's just that he's a male.

"I'm about to leave my house now," I said ignoring my father.

"Aight and why you ain't tell me I'm on speaker? You tryna get me me killed Tresey?" He whispered low, which had me laughing.

"You good Trey," I laugh. "I'm on my way, bye nigga."

I hung up without him responding and put on my pants. I wore my high waist grey pants with my black Jersey that says Velmont 16 on the back. My father gave this to me on my sixteenth birthday and said I gotta pass it on. I wear it for good luck sometimes. And today determines if my brother makes it to the championship game so this is a good occasion.

I put my damp hair in a sloppy bun and put my shades on. I threw on my black dunks and grabbed my bag leaving out. When I got downstairs my father was in the kitchen with my break fast and lunch packed already. I know it sounds childish but if you had my father cooking you'd want to take that everywhere too.

"Thanks daddy," I smile and kiss his cheek.

"Text me when you get to school and remember if anyone looks off you call me immediately," he says what he says to me every morning.

I nod taking him seriously. Last time I thought I saw somebody following me and I didn't call, they started shooting at my car. My father always took me to the shooting range upstate but I don't have a gun myself. I was just scared. Good thing my uncle Ju was around the corner and got me. My father never told me why he has people trying to kill him and my uncle but he always tells me that he was a well wanted man. I think it has to do with him being a hoe and in gangs back around the time he was with my mother. She won't even tell me. She always says he'll tell you when you're ready. But I don't know, my father is crazy.

"Love you baby girl," he says putting in the pass code to leave my house. I hated living in queens and going to school out here when everything I love is in Brooklyn.

"Love you too, Daddy, see you at the game."

With that, I left, and I know he was watching me leave and get in my car. He's overprotective, but my mother and grandmother always tell me to follow directions, and it's for my own good. I don't even mind not knowing because I'm not worried. I trust my family but I feel like as soon as he tells me, things are gonna go wrong.

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So I know it's probably not what y'all expected. Yes I went years ahead but let me know your thoughts. I'm going to update next week Friday on this. I'm trying to update every Friday, so work with me guys :)