His Baby Girl.

17- I Can't Feel.

Wednesday December 14h, 11:23 am

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Yesterday I meet the 'famous' Boss Man. Apparently he was hired to kill me by one of his clients. I was scared shitless. Boss Man told me that he couldn't kill me yet because his client wanted to be here to see me die. What kind of sick shit is that!

He said some other shit but I wasn't really paying attention. I was thinking about everything and came to a realization that dying wouldn't be that bad. Maybe that's what God has planed for me?

After the conversation I had with Boss Man, the boy that I was talking to earlier came and got me. He gave me dinner and after that I was sluuummped!

I just took a shower and got dressed. Right now I'm eating breakfast with him. I've been interrogating him since he took me out of my room. He hasn't really said anything. He just looks up at me, laughs, looks down and continues eating.

"Can you at least tell me what your name is. Apparently I'm going to be here for a while." I sighed eating the last piece of my waffle.

"De'Andre." He said under his breath.

"What?"

"My name is De'Andre but people call me Dre." He took our plates and walked to the sink.

"Ooh. De'Andre huh? I like it." I smiled. Something about De'Andre made me feel so comfortable. I felt like I've known him forever.

"Great. Now don't be annoying."

"I'm not annoying so that won't be hard." I smiled getting up from my seat.

"Really. Your pretty fucking annoying to me."

"No I'm not!" I playfully hit him on his back. He turned around a grabbed my arm.

"See. Annoying." He flicked my hand away and walked passed me. He walked out of the kitchen with me following right behind him.

"You are very rude you know that." I stepped in front of him, making him stop in his trail.

"I don't care, now can you move!" He smooshed his hand on my face and pushed me out of the way.

"Jerk!" I yelled while he was walking in the hallway.

"Come on you little ass kid!" He turned around and motioned me to come with him.

Dre calling me a kid reminded me of Trey. I can't say that I didn't miss him, but, I don't know? I just felt weird when I thought about him. Especially after that whole 'wet dream' thing.

"What you think I'm some type of dog?" I just stared at him like he was crazy.

He gave me the same face and turns back around. "Ight bet. Boss Man told me to take you ass to the salon, but it ain't me so. Fuck it." He yelled down the hall.

"Wait what?! Hold on! I'm coming!" I ran up to him. I finally caught up to him grabbing on to his shoulder indicating him to stop. I finally caught my breath.

"Damn....how long.....is this hallway?" I said in between breaths.

"You ran, sorry wait, you jogged, like 8ft. You lazy ass." He laughed.

"What you laughing at. Yo name got an apostrophe in it." I laughed. "That's hella ghetto." I said in my ratchet tone.

"Nigga, you the one with two first names. Pick one!" He said getting serious.

"Touché." I stopped laughing and walked to my room.

"Aye, were you going?" He through his hands up.