City of Lies

The Outside

~MICHELLE'S POV~

It's sad to see James going through hard times again. Even though I cant stand the man at all, I figured I could help, not for him but for my grand daughter. I can't understand how a man could let his guard down so low to get him into some trouble like this. He must had really lost his mind. Or he must be a complete jer-.

 "Michelle, have you figured out a way to get precious back, we only have three days left?", James asked interrupting my thoughts.

" I've already told you the plan I had but you don"t seem to like it. And I don't know why your asking me you are the one that should be coming up with ideas.", I said with a sly annoyed attitude.

" How many times do I have to tell you, meeting up with Big Joe is not going to solve anything he want his money and he need it on time. There is no need to beat around the bush with him". James said for the hundredth time already. 

" You didn't even let me explain! Now, if I get the money, we both can meet up with Big,,,uhm  George,,, Joe whom ever and do a trade"!, I yelled with anger towards him.  "I want my grand daughter as much as you want your child. I do not want to lose another person  I love because of you."

" I didn't know you was talking about doing that. I'm sorry I know you want her back, we both do but us arguing is not going to solve anything. But the question is, is how are we going to get the money remember you said you didn't have it?",  said James, with a quaver in his voice.

" Yeah, like I said you didn't let me explain. We will have the money by the time is up just let me help that's at least I can do. And can you please shut up, I need to clear my mind, I'm getting a headache from thinking to much." I said. My head was pounding. It felt like it would explode from arguing the whole time we was in the car. Finally, we was on our way back to  my house. But until we arrive I'm going to shut my eyes and sleep this headache away.

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~PRECIOUS POV~ ( the continuation from the last chapter)

I acted like a complete fool but what was I suppose to do. Stand my ground, and tell him about his self. That would've been nice but that's just not me. I've always been the quite one well you can say the shy one. The only thing I know how to do is run and hide. So, I'm back in the same position, laying down on the bed I was given. Maybe if I go to sleep I could wake up and it could be just a dream. I close my eyes and let sleep take over my body and I. Right before i get into a deep sleep I hear....

KNOCK, KNOCK

I open my eyes and sit up. My heart starts beating faster. KNOCK KNOCK. Should I open my door, I mean he cant just unlock the door he has a key. 

" Dinner is ready you can come and eat". said Mr. Asshole.

Just hearing his voice makes a shiver go down my back. I shake it off and stand up. Wait what am I doing this might be a trap. He may try to kill me. I'm not taking this chance. But my stomach betrayed my mind and leads me towards dinner. I open the door and go down a familiar hallway. It bring back memories of me acting like an inmate trying to escape from jail. I laugh at the thought. Once I reach the end of the hallway I turn and enter the living room. My laughter quickly dies away. Now the only memories what come to my head is when I try to open the door and failed. I must be slow. 

I smell food coming from the  dinning room it smells delicious. Well.. It might just smell delicious but might not taste delicious. I follow where the smell is coming from by making a left turn. I am out side of a doorway which I guess would lead me to my dinner. As I get closer my heart starts to speed fast again. Maybe I should turn around. But like before my stomach betrays my mind.

I ease into the room and i stop once my eyes land on him. Its like I stopped breathing, but I'm still alive.  And in front of him is a beautiful dinner that smells and look delicious:  bake pork chops, mash potatoes and gravy and peas and carrots and salad. Mouth watering, I believe i was starting to long at the meal I  forgot he was there. That's until he cleared his throat.

" looks good don't it" he said with a smirk that would made my knees weak. 

"Uhm yea"  I said nervous.

" come sit down and eat I know your hungry." Mr. Asshole said with laughter.

His smile was so adorable. It could take my breathe away. I moved towards the table and sat down. As hungry as I was I reached for my fork and put some mash potatoes on. I was about to take a bite hen it hit me. He made my plate, he could've put some poisoning in my food to kill me. He still hasn't' touched his plate. I place my fork back down and faked cough to play it off.

"uhm I'm not hungry no more, I'm going back to my cell I mean my room." I said while standing up.

" Sit down I did not poison your food if that's what you think. If it makes you feel comfortable you can go fix your own plate ill place in  the microwave for later. " He said with softly. I could'mt give up his offer because of  the sincere look in his eyes. He had to be telling the truth.

 "OK, I'll fix my plate. But where is the kitchen" I asked. 

"Through that door" said Mr. Asshole.

I went to the kitchen and fixed my plate. I also, pour me another glass of water to drink. I wasn't going to die today. When I got back to the table I sat down and ate. We ate in silence. But that's normal for to people who didn't know each other. I was really hungry because I was the first to get done. He still had half a plate. Someone didn't eat like a lady. But what can I say I was hungry.

The quietness was making the room feel awkward. Well I probably look like a crazy person staring at him. To break the tension Id decided to start a conversation. Yea silly me.

"So.....have you heard from my father."

it took him a while to respond.

" I'm not the messenger just the watcher, but he's probably doing all he can for you." he said.

" Oh, uhm, well... He's probably not but I hope he is."

" why you say that" he said with sadness in his voice. It sounded like he felt sorry for me.

" He just hasn't been the best father figure in my life, but he's all I have. "  I said as a tear went down my face. I had to put my head down so he wouldn't see me cry. I had to stop crying he can't see me like this.

" OH. Well let's not talk about that, there is no need for a beautiful girl like you to be crying. " said Mr. Asshole. We never got the chance to fully meet. I'm Keston and you are.'

" Precious." I say while blushing.

As the time went by I have learned a lot about him. He is nineteen going on twenty in October which is in a couple of months. He grew up with his mom his father is just now trying to be in his life. Also. Keston wanted to go to college and get a degree in construction but he couldn't  go because he let obstacles stand in his way. The list goes on forever.Maybe he's not an asshole after all. But there is always a  limit to questions.

" So you said you wanted to go to college, but what was some of your obstacles?" I asked stile laughing from a story about his childhood. 

" Well, my father he  was my main obstacle he made me do this task and now I regret it. I thought it would be a bonding time but it wasn't what I expect it to be. I am going down the wrong road and i need to get off of it". Keston said softly.

" Well if you don't want to do it then why do it? You can always bond a different way. What was the task.? I asked.

" It's not as easy as it may seem. You can't always just say no. And it was yo-. I don't even know why I'm telling you this. You don't understand at all! None of yal do. So just let it be!" He yelled and got up from the table and left.

I sat there shocked. Did I do something wrong. Maybe he is right I don't understand. But he still did't have to lose his temper. Maybe he is an asshole after all.