Daddy's Little Mistress

Chapter 31

I turned up the radio and started bumping Juicy J on our way to Richard's condo.

Aye, he said that when he went home yesterday and asked what's for dinner, Mary pulled her pants down and said "me". He ran out and said he forgot something at the studio because he was tired of eating fish for dinner. 

I died laughing.

"Aye, who thought you how to rap?" Richard said turning the volume down.

"I guess I always had it in me but 2pac made me realize it." I said.

"How?" He asked.

"He talked to me when I was in rehab." I said.

"Whatever..." Richard said after thinking for a while, "but that was really good though. I ain't know you could do that."

I just shrugged.

"How serious are you about it?" Richard said.

"I don't know. But if I could choose between going to school and raping I'd choose rap." I said.

"You hate school that much?" He chuckled.

"I just hate being around some people. I hadn't learn anything since the day I stepped foot in that school." I said.

"Maybe you would have if you weren't so busy chopping people face off." He said.

"Her face was not chopped okay!...it was just...uh...scratched." I said.

He gave me a look like "bitch are you serious?" and threw his head back in laughter.

I watched that one dimple on his right cheek that made me catch feelings for him in the first place. I never thought about it, but what is this? What is this 'relationship' that we have and what do I call it?

I fought the woman that was suppose to be some sort of mother to me because I wanted him to myself. But then when he comes to me I push him away because I didn't want him to love me...why? I used to be crazy over him and him loving me back was my only desire ever since I was a little girl.

So, this made me wonder...that night when he came in my room and stared at me as a little girl and made me feel some type of way, what did I want? His heart or his dick?

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I woke up and rolled out of bed and raced to the bathroom as everything I ate last night started crawling back in my mouth without a warning. I stumbled to the toilet and threw up...again.

Richard sat up keeping his distance asking me if I was feeling alright. He always said that he didn't like being around people who threw up because they made him want to throw up too. Like seriously? Be a grown man and help me. People like that are the type of niggas you can never get pregnant for.

I managed to get myself in the shower and got ready for school. I almost tripped when I came out because it became a real challenge to hold my balance. Kobe said the doctor said that happened to me last time because of food poisoning. Well damn...how long was that shit going to last?

I didn't feel like dressing up today so I threw on some faded skinny jeans and a white hoodie. As I bent over to tie my Adidas my button popped...Lord I really need to work out.

I walked in the kitchen to find Richard in his boxers cooking something up on the stove. I could tell it was scrambled eggs because it made me want to throw up again. Every since last week I couldn't stand the smell of that shit.

"Hungry?" Richard said.

"Yeah, just give me some cereal with no milk with some sausage chopped in it and a cup of pickles and syrup." I said blankly.

"The fuck?" He said.

He gave me what I asked for and eyeballed me suspiciously as he munched on his usual sandwich.

"You've been gaining a lot of weight lately." He said.

"And you think you're getting any smaller?" I said taking a bite of my pickle.

"Is there something you're not telling me?" Richard asked.

"No...." I said, "is there something you're not telling me?" I said.

He shook his head and with that we ate the rest of our breakfast in silence. Every now and then he would flash me a concerned look and I would stick my palm out at him for an explanation.