Money Bags

Something About Him

Kalani

"Oh shit, Kalani Davis?! Its me Jerodd".

I stared for a minute thinking about how I should react. This is Jerodd Anderson, Kyla's father.

Wait. This cant be real.

"Why are you here? I thought you lived in Texas with Erica."

Erica is my sister, the one who hates me.

"I do but I'm on a business trip. I didn't know you were a stripper. How's my daughter?" Is this nigga serious? I began to walk off.

"Oh so now she's your daughter?! Before she was even fully developed in my stomach, you denied her and left me for  Erica. Get the fuck away from me. Dont act like you care." I hopped in my car and started it.

Jerodd came running after me. This nigga.

"Aye! I wanted to take a paternity test! You said no so that gave me even more reason to leave yo ugly ass. Guess what, I was fucking yo sister while we were together. All I wanted was your pussy. Fuck you and your ugly ass daughter" he angrily spat at me.

I closed my door and rolled up my window before driving off.

I thought about hitting him with my car but I realised I can't go to jail. He isn't worth it.

Tears rolled down my face as the hurtful words played over and over in my head. When I was younger, I used to get bullied because I was fat and ugly. I wasn't the prettiest girl in the world and my stupid classmates shoved that in my face every day of my elementary and middle school years. My sister was always better than me. She had long hair, hazel eyes and a killer body. She was a dancer, singer, and a cheerleader. All the boys  wanted her. Most of them would trick me by asking me out just to get to her. I met Jerodd in 8th grade. He was different from the other boys. He treated me with respect and told me I was beautiful everyday. We starting dating the summer before freshman year of highschool. We were together until 11th grade year, thats when i got pregnant. My parents didnt really care about me so when they found out, they kikced me out. I wanted to live with Jerodd but as soon as i told him i was pregnant, he changed. He made up some bullshit excuse about how his family didn't want me living with him. By 16 I was homeless. I tried finishing highschool. I gave birth to Kyla the day after my 17th birthday. I started working at a daycare so I could watch Kyla while i worked. Once I raised enough money I moved to Cali.  This is where I rented an apartment. I soon found out that Jerodd was engaged to my sister. They have made no effort to contact me so I haven't been home since then. 

I pulled up into the driveway of Maurice's mansion. I grabbed my purse full of money and walked into the house. They were arguing again. I swear he shold just leave that girl. I laid my purse on the table and looked on the stove. YAAAAAASSSS BITCH. Maurice cooked my favorite meal, shrimp alfredo pasta. I warmed some up in the microwave before diving in. This shit is amazing. I was too happy unitl Jerodd's voice filled my mind. Fuck you and yo ugly ass daughter. All I wanted was your pussy. Hot tears slid down my cheeks as I finished the last bit of my pasta.

Just then Maurice stormed downstairs.

"Oh hey K. When did you get here?" I sniifed and wiped my eyes.

"Um hey. I got here about 20 minutes ago."

"Kalani whats wrong? You've been crying"  Maurice sat next to me and removed my hands that hand been hiding my tears.

"Did something happen at the club? You didnt make a lot of money?"

I told him about Jerodd and my school years. By the time I was done, he looked pissed.

"He really said that shit?"

I looked down and nodded.

"Ya know. He a pussy nigga and a punk ass bitch. He doesn't deserve to be kyla's father. Dont listen him. You're gorgeous."

I blushed hard and laid my head on his shoulder. I felt a kiss being planted on my forehead.

"I made 800 tonight." His eyes opened wide.

"Damn girl. Thats a lot. By the end of the month you'll have over 2k" he smiled down at me showing his deep dimples.

I stared into his eyes. Something about him just made me feel, safe. Something in his eyes showed me that he cared. I've never felt that before.I've never felt love.

I got up from the table and kissed his cheek. "Thank you Maurice. Goodnight'".