VIXEN

15.

4 Months Later.

Lorenzo.

I walked into my new home that I had recently moved into. My father had gotten me the job at August Headquarters, it was a lot of work, but I could handle it. I sat on my bed and stared at the many drawings I had of Lorraine. I still think about her, everyday.

I haven't seen or heard from her since the day she left, I felt like I was going through a withdrawal. I have lost hope of her returning as the days went by, but I didn't loose all hope. I just want to know where she is, and if she is doing okay.

I still love her, you could say. I still listen to music every now and then, just to feel closer to her. Sometimes it doesn't work, I still feel like she is missing. I took off my suit and changed into some regular clothes. I told my niece Brianna I would hang with her for the rest of the day.

I pulled into my parents driveway, and walked in the house, greeted by my anxious niece. "Zo!" She yelled, jumping into my arms. "Hey, Bri! Where's yo' big headed father at?"

She shrugged her shoulders before answering, "he left and said he had some business to take care of." I laughed at the way she talked, she talks well for a two -- almost three year old, but sometimes she just can't talk right.

"So, where do you want to go?" I asked putting her in her car seat. "I hungry."

"Okay, we'll go eat something..." I mumbled to myself. I got in the drivers side and started to drive down town. I heard Bri mumbled things to her self and making weird noises. "You okay back there?" I asked laughing at her.

We both sat down in one of her favorite restaurants, Chipotlé. "You eat a lot for a two year old." She giggled at me, even though I knew she couldn't understand half of the things I said to her. We ended up going a park after, and then I took her home with me. Chresanto wasn't home, and I didn't think my parents wanted to babysit.

It was their anniversary, I knew they wanted to be by them selves. Ew.

When we got home, it was getting late and I knew she was tired. I gave her a bath and laid her down in my bed. Once she was asleep, I went down stairs and sat in the living room. I wasn't tired and I didn't know what else to do.

I was craving a joint, but I wasn't going to smoke with a two year old here. I turned on the T.V, flipping through random channels, stopping at MTV's Ridiculousness. "He's a dumbass." I mumbled to myself as I watched someone just about broke their neck trying to do a backflip.

I turned the T.V off, and laid back, letting my mind wonder to different things. I started to think about Lorraine once again. I wondered what she was doing, if she was thinking about me too. I wanted to know if she was doing okay. I missed her so much.

Ever since she has left, I ask myself the same questions. "What made her leave? Why did she leave?" Those were the questions that will never be answered. When she first had left I always thought it was because of the sex.

Was I terrible? Did I not do it right? It was my first time, I know I wasn't going to be like some professional. I had a lot of questions about her sudden disappearance, but she was the only one who could answer them.

Blaaahh, boring.

I write shit, I feel shit, you shoud ask me shit. (ask.fm]---@xodrugs ... ask me anything.

(Excuse all mistakes.)