The Tragedies of Loving You

Chapter Two : Don

"Dammit!'' I cursed before noticing my daughter's solemn expression. Her lip began to quiver.

 ''Crap!Don't cry!" I stressed while rushed over towards her. I reached for Dawn and her red face was streaming with tears. Her face was a tomato red because of the loud screaming from her lungs.Boy did this girl had lungs on her.

I rock her on my hip and dig through a pile of clothes for her pacifier.

This place is a pig's stine.

 I wasn't ready to be a father. I was barely responsible to be an adult. I thought I could dodge my responsibilities forever and I did, up until Dawn's mother died. Chyna was a lone wolf but she was like a butterfly at the same time. She had herself and slept with anyone for comfort; I happen to be one of those people. I wouldn't be able to live with the fact that Dawn was on her own, but I would've lived with the fact she was being taken care of with her mother. While I was in discreet.

"Go to sleep lil girl, don't you want your daddy to get some rest?" I rubbed the crease of my forehead and once again not finding her damn binky.

Her big brown eyes stared at me. Her wails had stopped and slob had dripped from her lips. She shoves her fingers in her mouth and the other hand is clinging onto my shirt.

"You love yourself some of daddy. I know you do; good girl. " I cooed.

Loudly , my lost not so lost now phone, rings and scares Dawn. Her lips formed a pout and her eyes were wet once again.

"No, no, no — " I tried to calm her. She interrupted with a heartbreaking cry.

"This better be you're grandmother."

 I answer the phone.

"105 news called about scheduling an in—"

"I'm done doing interviews." I tell them then hang up the phone. 

I tend to Dawn yet it was quickly interrupted by the ringing of my phone again.

"I'm with my daughter.What the fuck do y'all want?'' I growl.

''Don, this is your publicist speaking,'' Iyla spoke rapidly.''I spoke with your accountant.Your money is running dry and the launch of your shoe collection is flopping. The only way to get you back on the market is to do an interview with 105 News, which is a start.''

''Why? So grease monkeies like Drayden can grill me? Purposely pick at me so I can lash out?Next thing you and I know, you'll be digging me out another hole? No thanks.'' I conclude.

Iyla sighs,''Good news for you, he was fired for publishing fake news.Bad news is, they have a new reporter I never heard of and if I know John Black well enough, then she's just as bad as Drayden.''

I roll my eyes and comphiscated the top Dawn was trying to shove in her mouth and she whined.''Any word on who?''

''Cherish Lyon, I supposedly heard.''

What?

''Don?'' I was silent,'' if you know this woman and got some twisted up past with her-- don't fuck it up because you need this.'' Click.

 Cherish motherfucking Lyon.

I haven't seen her in ten years and , still, she'll be the only woman for me, even if she does hates me. I was never in the right state of mind to even be in a relationship.

 God took my baby sister away from me at the age of barely one.

She was gunned down by my sorry excuse for father. His aim to kill me went straight to her when she waddled into the room. Wrong place, wrong time, and fucked up world.Things weren't the same since.

I barely knew my pops.

Now he was six feet under too.

All I had was my mama and what use to be Cherish. Now it's just my mama and Dawn. Cherish was my motivation. She shown light in a room full of darkness. I skipped classed and soon after, I dropped out of school altogether. I was bad. I couldn't have anything I wanted. Anything I wanted, I had to take. All but Cherish. Everyone wanted her and  for that I was protective over her. She became my obsession and my entire life line.

 I can't live with the fact I hurt Cherish. I'd do anything for her forgiveness. I would die to hear her ass complain about every and any little thing. I would lay down just so she can walk all over me, if that's what it takes to see her smile again. 

I feel like God is speaking to me. This had to be a sign. 

God put people in your life for a reason. Him putting her in my life was something I didn't know was a blessing until I lost her. Now this was a chance to make things right. 

''You might just get a new mommy, Dawn,'' I whispered and kissed her forehead as she slowly blinked her eyes before shutting them tight.

I have to make this right. 

For Dawn. For Cherish. For me.