The Preachers Daughter

Chapter Fifteen

I woke up and stretched my body, my muscles sore. When Earole told me he was going to teach me new things, he wasn't lying. He folded me in ways I never knew was possible. Pleasured me in ways I couldn't have ever imagined. It's funny how I've had more experiences since being out of my father's place. 

Sometimes I wonder about my father. Wondering if he''s okay and if he ever thinks about me. I know I'm older now, but once upon a time, him and I were close. Had it not come from my mother, I wouldn't have believed he was cheating on her. He could do no wrong in my eyes. Growing up when my parents would argue, I would always console my father. Ask him is he okay and he'd fix us a glass of milk and pulled me on his lap as we watched the news together. I was always too young to know what was going on but I was spending time with him so, I didn't mind. I can't lie and say I don't miss him. But he chose the life he wanted and it didn't include my mother therefor, it couldn't have included me. I just pray that ugly bitch hasn't poisoned him with a pie or something and took off with all his money. Well, what he has left of it. Which reminded me I needed to ask my mother what exactly she planned on doing with that money she took from him, if she hasn't done something with it already.

I was one that hated wearing the same clothes twice in a row. It made me feel dirty. I looked through all the drawers in the dresser Earole had and was able to find a pair of his boxers and a t shirt that was completely over-sized on me. I looked around trying to find him, and was starting to get upset that my mission was failing. I pulled out my phone to call my mother to come get me when he emerged through the front door holding a cafe cup. He handed it to me, taking a look at my outfit and smirking. 

"Are you comfortable?"

"Very", I said then taking a sip. "Where were you?"

"Gud mawnin  to you too". 

He walked passed me into the living room and turned on the tv. I followed him and sat next to him on the couch. 

"Is the coffee good?", he asked.

"What made you assume I even like coffee?"

"I figured you needed something to get you on your feet after last night", he said laughing. I put the cup to my lips and tried to hide my blush.

"So, you ran corners for my father back in the day huh?"

"Oh yes, one of his most skilled shottas. When he wanting something done, he called on me".

"What was that like?"

He turned his head, looking at me crazy.

"You don't know?", he asked.

"Not much. My mother only told me some information a couple years back but no details".

"Your father pushed major shit around here. It was like a honor to even work for him".

"So, people feared him?"

"A lot of people feared him".

"Did you?"

He looked into my eyes with all seriousness in his. "I fear no one".

I could tell by the atmosphere that this was going to a dark spot that I didn't want to go. 

"What about my mother? What was she like?"

He smiled. "June was like a mother to me. She would say she never played favorites but I knew I was her favorite. She treated me better than my own mother did".

"Did your mother not approve of your lifestyle?"

"Only when she wasn't getting any money out of me".

I could just picture a little Earole walking around, trying to get the approval of his mother. That innocence is long gone now though. It was replaced by coldness. I can see it in his eyes how numb he is to all this. Which makes him lethal. I used to say that about Zy'Air, but after looking at Earole, I was clearly mistaken. Zy'Air is CandyLand compared to him. 

"Where was your head that you didn't know your parents were crazy in the streets?"

"Well, they raised me in a church environment. My father is actually a pastor now".

"I can't see Grim dressing in a suit. Must be a sight".

"Well, it was regular life to me".

"With all the credibility they both had, they could've ran drugs through the church with no problem".

"Yeah, and would've been unsuccessful".

"You think so? Who do you think comes to church to hear your father hoop and holler by that podium? Sinners".

"That would go against everything he's trying to teach". Even though he's already done that.

"The Grim I know wasn't anything close to a saint. And he wouldn't have given a fuck about going against anything as long as he got his money".

I hesitated then decided to open up about the original plan we had. "Someone told me I should've took over".

Earole shrugged. "This life isn't for everybody".

"You think I wouldn't be able to handle myself?"

"I know you wouldn't".

"Well you don't know me to assume that".

He took one look at me then was suddenly on top of me. He put majority of his weight on me, making it impossible for me to get up. His fingers snaked around my neck and applied pressure, kind of like Zy'Air did that night at his grandmothers. I thought this was all fun and games like it was before, until his grip got tighter. I started choking and gasping for air, panic rising in my body. I looked into his eyes, searching for something. What, I don't know. He shook his head then let me go. I inhaled deeply and caressed the skin that was just under his strong touch. 

"Get dressed. I'm going to take you back to your mother's place".

He moved off of me and went outside without a single word or look back. My heart was beating a thousand times faster than what it was. I was honestly scared for my life. I guess that's what was the difference between him and Zy'Air. With Zy'Air, I knew he wanted me to fear him but I didn't. I could see in his eyes he didn't want to hurt me. I knew he didn't want to cause my any harm. Earole was cold. He gave no indication that he had a remorseful bone in his body. Nothing stopped him from squeezing my neck until I was lifeless on his couch. A part of me felt like I should inform my mother but what is that going to solve? I'm a grown ass woman and need to learn to take care of myself. I won't always be able to live off of my parent's legacy they built. One thing is for sure, I needed to find a way to be tougher. Find a way to make sure people don't underestimate me. That fear no one attitude. Once I have that, I'll be good.