My dad was a drug lord, biggest drug lord there was. His name was Carlos Cortez but in the streets they called him Lucien, why? I don't know and I don't care. My dad kept me away from everything that he did in the streets, he even changed my name ju...
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I watched as my door opened and Kyden peeked his head inside. I guess his ass thought I was sleep. He walked into my room and closed and locked the door behind him. He walked over to my bed and sat down in front of me.
Everybody had they turn to talk to me except for him. I still don't know what Malcom said about me and Kyden and I need to talk to Malcom about that later on today.
I scooted back some and he got into my bed under the covers next to me and now we were facing each other. Even in a situation like this Kyden can still manage to make me feel somewhat at peace without even talking to me. Just him being near me calms and makes me feel safe.
"I'm sorry for ignoring you and I'm sorry if I hurt you. I know I did because I heard it in ya voice when you said you hate me baby....the situation was difficult for me too. I didn't know how to tell you that ya pops was still walking around here and I damn sure didn't know how to tell you about him having a whole other family." He said and I nodding.
I really dont want to talk about my situation with Carlos. After me and Malcom had our talk I had managed to let everything out through the tears, strange how that works but it did.
"I know your hurting and I know you probably don't want to talk about this...but if you do, I'm here, if you wanna just lay here, we can do that, if you want answers, we can get those in due time....but if you want me to leave, I can't do that. Don't shut me out Lia because I won't let you. If you wanna cry, I'll hold you." He said and I quickly nodded feeling the tears coming.
He pulled me closer to him as I started to cry and I held onto him for dear life. Honestly this is all I needed was somebody to hold me and that somebody was Kyden. I swear this boy makes me feel things I ain't never felt before and it's scary but comforting at the same time.
I'm tired of crying and I swear this my last time. I ain't crying no more.
11:03am.......
I felt something cold and heavy rub against my face and I rolled over swatting my hand in the air.
"Kyden you better leave me alone and I feel you standing over me. Move with that shit, I'm tired as fuck and if I feel like you doing some dumbshit imma smack the shit out of you." I said in my sleepy voice.
My sleep was something I don't play about at fucking all. If I get woke up out my sleep a bitch wakes up swinging at who the fuck ever.
"It ain't Kyden baby." I heard a strange voice and I quickly sat up only to come face to face with a gun. I looked at the person who was holding the gun to my face and he was wearing all black with a ski mask on. Fear erupted through my body but a bitch ain't gonna show it.
