The Game

11

Dante

I walked into my house with the biggest smile on my face. I felt like the man. Obviously she wasn't a virgin because she knew what she was doing but I don't care about that. Kyah mean a lot to me. She helped me figure out who I am as a person.

"Where the hell were you?" My father asked coming out of no where.

"With a friend." I answered blankly.

"You was with that lil hoe. I told you when to be here. You need to think about your future and worry about taking over the business."

"Don't call her no hoe." I answered calmly.

"That what she is."

"No the hell she not. Don't call her no damn hoe. I'm tired of this shit. You can't control me and you won't. I'm not taking over nobody fucking business. It's time for me to do me." I go off. It felt good to finally stand up to my father. A small smile formed on his lips. I'm confused.

"Go to your room son and get some sleep. I'm proud of you." He pat my back before walking to the back of the house. I walked into my room confused as to why he's calm about it.

I took my shirt and shoes off before sitting on the bed. I picked up my phone and called Kyah.

"Hey." She said into the phone.

"What you doin?"

"Just got out the shower. How you feel?"

"I feel great. But I stood up to my father and told him off."

"Really? What did he say?"

"He said he's proud of me and had a smile on his face."

"See I told you to just speak how you feel. I do it all the time and I love it." She said. I laughed.

"I guess you right. It wasn't what I thought it would be."

"Which is good, but I'm tired so I'll see you tomorrow baby."

"Goodnight baby." I hung up the phone.

Just when I was about to take my shower my phone rung again.

"Hello." I answer.

"Hi is this Dante?" A girl spoke.

"Yea."

"This Brandy and I have to tell you something."