Daddy's Little Mistress

Chapter 21

My eyes fluttered opened adjusting to the sun rays that were pouring into the room. I shifted to my side uncomfortably carefully lifting Cinnamon's head off my chess and laid it on the pillow. I swung my legs over the bed and released my knotty hair letting it fall freely over my back. I stood up raising my arms over my head and stretched back. I collected the trail of clothes on the floor that we've left behind from last night...

Woo! Last night!

A grin tugged on the side of my lips as memories floated back in my head. I have never went this far with another girl before...except for Watermelondria. But, I didn't even go as deep as I went with Cinnamon last night with Watermelondria. I mean- we went in last night and I don't regret a single second of it.

Cinnamon snuck up behind me and ran her fingers along my waistline. I turned around and met her lips once again...they were so soft, I couldn't believe they weren't butter. She ran her fingers through my scalp sending a random line of chills down my spine making me jerk up onto her. A mischievous smile caught my lips in the middle of our kiss.

"Don't do that!" Cinnamon whispered spanking me lightly on the buttocks.

"Don't do what?" I asked.

"That..." She repeated.

"Oh, this?" I asked impersonating my smile again.

"You just don't know how sexy you look when you do that..." Cinnamon said.

She giggled that soft giggle that made my heart melt and wrapped her arms around my neck connecting our foreheads together.

"I love the way you make me feel. You hit places that I ain't even know was there..." She said.

"I love the way you taste. Did you know you taste like...cinnamon?" I asked.

"Oh...you wanna be a naughty girl, huh?" She said.

"Nah, baby...you're still in your birthday suit. I think you're the naughty one here." I said.

She looked down at her naked body and started blushing fiercely. She buried her face in her palm while blindly reaching for her clothes on the bed. I chuckled lightly, I didn't want her to put her clothes on. Her body was flawless...slim! She was my cinema last night...I couldn't stop looking at her.

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I gritted my teeth as I forced a comb through my soaked hair. It was knotty because I had no choice but to wash it with the only liquid soap I found in shower that was definitely not my daily olive shampoo. I snuck a spoon full of fruit loops in my mouth as I stared up at the TV at another annoying episode of Spongbob. The plain white living room was crowded with teenagers that looked like they had no more life left in their soul by the empty looks in their eyes.

I spotted the emo girl that gave me a hard time on my first day. She was sitting in Indian style by herself in a corner with her head buried in her hands. Cinnamon told me that her name was Macie and that she was found on the side of the road when she was eleven after running away from trafficking. Her parents sold her to trafficking. I shook my head at the sickening thought.

Cinnamon, though, wasn't in the living room but sitting in a plastic chair in the hallway by herself. The nurses said that she had a depression disorder and that they needed to observe how she behaves when she's alone to determine whether or not it's safe to let her go home. Cinnamon stuck her hands between her legs and started banging her head lightly on the wall.

The comb snapped in my grip and I threw the half that was in my hand at the wall in frustration. I folded my arms on the wooden desk and rest my head still frowning. I started finding it a challenge to keep my eyelids from shutting close so I came up a smart idea; let your eyes sleep one at a time...

I was soon awakened by a loud knock on the desk. I shot my head up and groaned in announce.

"Ye, ye, ye! It's Machiavelli up in this bitch!" A muscular voice exclaimed.

I squinted at the figure standing in front of me. It was a shirtless dark skinned man with his jeans lingering freely on his thighs. His head was wrapped in a grey bandanna and a sliver nose stud pierced on the left side of his nose sparkled in the sun's beam. He leaned back crossing his arms over his tatted chess as he cocked his head to the side. It was his defined cheek bones that made a familiar feeling strike me.

"2Pac?" Was the only name that came to mind as I studied the mysterious man.

"Ye, ye, ye! fuck you doing here sitting here like a fucked up little bitch man?" He said.

I looked around me and noticed that everyone was going about their business just as before I put my head down. So, am I the only one that's seeing 2Pac's ghost right now?

He slammed a note book paper and a pen on the desk.

"What is this?" I asked in total confusion.

"This pen and this paper is what you need right now. Stop bitching around and started busting rhymes." 2Pac said.

"I don't know how to rap." I said.

"Come with me..." He said reaching out his hand.

I stared at it for a while. Should I really be following a ghost right now? Hmm...beats staying in a rehab center.

I took his hand and within a matter of milli-seconds we disappeared and reappeared in a music studio. I studied the familiar equipments that I recalled seeing at Richard's studio. A familiar instrumental was turned up at an insane volume which I thought was going to pop my eardrums.

"This where Iive!" 2Pac yelled over the noise, "Every since I was set free this is where I've been living. Now you should get used to this place. You belong here, you got skills baby." He handed me back the paper and pen.

I started cocking my head to the catchy beat. I had this mysterious feeling building up inside of me. It was like getting high- better than getting high.

I took the paper and started spazing with the pen. On the paper I wrote;

"When I put these haters in check, that's when they claim I'm spitting venom

Have no mercy when I bust these rhymes and hating is their symptom.

My words strikes like lightening

and your wounds cannot be cured,

my tongue is my razor that's how you know my mind ain't pure.

My mamma said I'm violent but ain't raised me to be physical

Some say my mind on steroids it can even slam Vin Diesel.

Since words kill let me aim a bullet through your weak skull,

I've seen you rappers rap on stage but y'all ain't got at all.

My name is Lil Psycho, just in case you ain't know

I'm bout to take your ass to school

So grab a pen and take some notes."