"Dad doesn't let me do shit. I literally hate this. I just wanna go out with some friends from school and I can't even do that. Fuck it. I'm going. I wonder is Grace going? This is her thing. He's been getting on my nerves all day. Why is he like this? He's just been trippin about the smallest stuff. That's okay tho. Because I'm about to get fucked up tonight and I don't give a fuck. I'm so mad." I was venting to Lloyd. "Don't do that. Your dad is going to trip even harder. Then you really gone be mad." I roll my eyes. "It'll be worth it. Because fuck him. He's a bitch." I heard someone coming up the steps. "I gotta go Lloyd." I didn't even hear him say bye. I'm in the bathroom because that's the only room with a door. I open the door and see him standing there. I don't acknowledge him. I walk right past him. "Are you still mad?" I ignore his ignorant comment. "What do you think?" He grabbed my hand and turned me around. "What was said?" I just look at him. "You know what. Have this attitude by yourself. Keep it in your room." Gladly. I wish I had a door to slam. I snatch away from him and throw myself in the bed. He just walks out my room. Fuck him. I pull out my phone and text Grace. 'Grace? Party tonight. You goin?' She text back almost instantly. 'Yea, but I gotta Uber. Pops took my keys' I laughed. Of course. 'Do pops know you going to this party?' She sent a thousand laughing emojis. 'Hell no. Do your dad know you going?' I laughed again. 'Of course not. But he made me mad so fuck him.' 'Uh oh. What he do?' 'Told me I couldn't go.' She sent her emojis. 'So Uber together?' I nodded like she could see me. 'Yea for sure.' She sent the thumbs up. Now I just gotta figure out how I'm gonna sneak out.
I'm just gonna walk out the front door. Fuck it. I don't have time for windows and falling. I'll lock it behind me. I go downstairs for dinner. I've been in my room all day by choice. I skipped lunch because I didn't wanna look at him. I know he won't let me skip dinner. I go down and sit at the table. He's still In his room. I make my plate and start eating. Maybe if I eat fast enough. I won't have to stay down here. I finish about half my plate before he comes down. Damnit. I just keep eating and act like I don't see him. He looks at me. I wish he'd stop. I hurry and finish my food. I stand up and put my plate in the sink. I wait for him to say something to me, but he doesn't. So I just head to my room. I'm so ready for this party. I hop in the shower and start getting ready. I get out and wait. I haven't heard him come up the steps. It's getting late. Usually he's sleep by now. I creep down the steps to see if he's down there and he is. He's just sleep in the couch. I run backup and text Grace. 'I'm ready.' She replied with an on my way. Cool. I grab my phone and wallet, and I go downstairs. He's still snoring. I unlock the front door and close it as softly as possible. Success. Now I just gotta wait for Grace.
Grace arrives and we leave. I'm so ready for this. When we get the party I can already hear the music on the inside. I walk in and take it all in. I smell the alcohol and weed. I'm bout to get fucked up. I split from Grace as soon as we walk in. I go straight to the drinks. I take 2 shots of whatever is in this bottle immediately. Now I can enjoy myself. There are some people playing pong. I wanna play. I put myself in the game and I'm already messing up. I'm sorta tipsy, but I'm not drunk. Yet. I will be by the end of this game.I keep missing. I keep drinking. This is getting boring. I try to dance. I can't. But I still move my body to the music and just enjoy myself. Fuck Andre. Heading into the kitchen, I pour myself another cup of this mystery liquor. I see the sliding door and go outside. I wonders what's out here. It's like a whole separate part going on out here. There's a pool too. A pool! I didn't bring a swimsuit. Pooh. I can just swim in my bra. Yea. Swim in bra. I strip down to my underwear and jump straight in. This is amazing. Just floating. Somebody comes up behind me. He's kinda cute. But I like Lloyd. "What's your name?" I just look at him. "T, but I have a boyfriend." He shrugged. "I didn't ask you that?" Time for me to go. I try to swim away but he pulls me closer. "Don't run from me." I don't wanna be by him. I push him off and climb out the pool. I fall face first into the concrete. Shit that hurt. I try to stand up, but I fall back in the pool. I gotta go home. I climb out the pool again, but this time I crawl. Pool boy climbs out and smacks my ass. "Don't fuckin..." I can't get my words out. Who did I come with? Grace. Where's Grace? I need Grace. I climbed into one of the pool chairs. It's soft. I need to get dressed. I look around the pool and my clothes are gone. "Who took my cloths." No one pays attention to me. I need to find my cloths. I stagger into the house. It's feels like way more people are here now. A lot of boys and poking and grabbing at me as I walk through them. Where Grace? "Grace! Grace!" Someone comes up behind me. It's a girl. She shouts over the loud music. "There is someone for you in the kitchen." I nod and stumble into the kitchen. Grace is in here taking a body shot of some guy I've never seen before. I grab her shoulder. I try to form a sentence but instead I cry. "My clothes! Gone!" She looks me up and down. She hands me her phone. "Call dad." She looks at me crazy. She's drunk too. I unlock her phone and dialed my dad's number. I don't hit call. I'm scared. He's gonna kill me. I go into the bathroom. I hit call. He picks up on the first ring and he already sounds pissed. "Andre." He's gonna kill me. "Dad." I slur my words. "Tyrene are you drunk? Where the fuck are you?" I cry. "Not telling. You mad." He releases and irritated sigh. "Ty I'm not mad. Just looking for you. Where are you." Now that I think about it. I don't actually know where I am. I cry. "I don't know." He sighs again. "Please don't cry. Drop your location. I'll find you." I sniffle. "I'm in bathroom. I lost my cloths." He started yelling. "Lost your cloths!? Why the hell did they leave your body?" I had to think for a while. Oh yea. "Pool. I swimmed in the pool. I think pool boy stole them. He tried to touch me, but I told him I have a boyfriend, Lloyd. Only Lloyd can touch all this." I ran my hand across my boobs and thigh." He sighed again. "Send location." He hung up.
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General FictionTyrene Johnson is a black girl brought up in Atlanta, GA. Raised by a single parent, her mom, most of her life. She always wandered what it would be like to have a dad. When tragic events take her mom from her, she will find out sooner rather than l...