Welcome Home

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"Surprise!!!" The whole family yelled as I walked through the door. I was shocked to see all of these people here. "Mickey we're so glad to have you home. I've missed you so much." My dad was such a bitch. If he missed me so much he would have came and saw me while I was locked up. I was in a fucking jail cell for eight years and the only thing this motherfucker got to say is welcome home. "Uh yea Greg ... what's all this for?" He know I don't fuck with him. My dad has done some foul shit to me before I got locked up. He use to be my favorite person until he crossed me out . But now, he has to pay for every minute I spent in that hell hole.

"Mickey, you know I didn't mean for any of that to happen right?" There was always an excuse with him. "It wasn't suppose to go down like that. I'm a changed man now . I'm head pastor at the church. I really want you to join with my baby girl. It's time that we turn over a new lea..." "PASTOR?! You're a PASTOR! Ha! This has to be a joke! Nigga you was just out here pimping hoes .. making bitches suck dicks, slapping hoes just because , and now you wanna preach?!" I couldn't help myself. He's a hypocrite. He made me a hoe at 18. Yes me. His own daughter. I would do anything for my dad . Hell we even have a child together and nobody even knows but us. "Where the fuck is my baby Greg? Huh? WHERE IS SHE?!" I was furious. At this moment I wanted him on his knees sucking dick while I throw nickels and dimes at his bum ass. "Look! You gone lower your motherfucking voice little bitch before I remind you who I use to be." He told me . He ain't changed one bit. " Fuck that baby. If my wife ever finds out , she'll kill me and plus bitch nobody would even know you still existed if it wasn't for me!" I was shocked. This fuck nigga got the nerve to get married . "Fuck you and your bitch ass wife. I'll show you." I got a trick up my sleeve . Greg and my foster mother Debra adopted me when I was fourteen and when she died a few months after my sixteenth birthday I took care of him. I fed him , clothed him , and even fucked him. He must've forgot that I held shit down , but he'll soon remember . "Don't play with me Mickey!" As I turned around to walk out of the door I smirked and said "Oh I just started playing Pastor Greg."

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