"Fuck, my stomach hurts." I mumbled as I walked into Jah's 'office'.
It's not really an office but I'm obligated to call it that. It just has his computers and studio shit.
"Cause my deep strokes ain't no lie, ma." He said as he clicked around his computer.
"Boy don't get too caught up in yourself." I sat in his lap. "Whatchu watchin? Porn?"
"Security footage. Trynna find out who this fuck nigga is."
I rolled my eyes. "It really shouldn't be a big deal. If it was someone from my family they probably would've texted..." I stopped myself. "It was probably some fan trynna start something. Why would my family be looking for me?"
"Maybe because your father is in Jail for murdering your mother and your grandma was pronounced dead a couple weeks ago."
I sighed. "Dang you don't gotta say it like that."
He shrugged. "If it is someone from your family, they immediately have my respect if they came to be by your side but if these niggas trynna play some bullshit on us, on my momma imma whoop they ass. Ion care who they are."
"Nah Nah Nah, you right. I agree, but I just never really fucked with my family. We'd usually always try to visit them in Mexico but we was broke. Then my momma passed. My grandma never even tried." I shrugged. "I don't see the point. Why are they in Florida..? How..? They can't cross.."
He squinted his eyes at the monitor. He smacked his teeth. "Kianna a god damn motherfucking lie. That nigga don't look older." He looked again and laughed. "Who he think he is? Showing up at our house?"
I sighed. "Lemme see."
He reversed the footage and I kept my attention on the screen.. he looked familiar but I just don't know who he is..
"Fuck...who is he?" I said to myself. I flinched as I clutched my stomach.
Jah jumped a little and held onto me. "You good, baby?"
I nodded. "I'm fine. My stomach just acting up."
"You on your period?" He rubbed my stomach.
"I shouldn't get it for another week.." I sighed.
"Maybe I just fucked your shit up? It wouldn't be the first time."
I smacked his shoulder. "You always too rough!"
"It be feeling too good, ma. I can't control how my dagger feels!" He whined hugging me from behind. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry, my ass. Make me food."
"A'ight. Don't be moving shit in my office."
"Don't nobody want your overpriced, wall-e lookin ass shit."
I heard him laugh as he headed to the kitchen.
I reversed the footage and watched it again. It just showed the guy walking up to our door, knocking. Kianna comes and talks to him. Then he leaves.
I reversed one more time and paused when his face was most clear..
No. Fucking. Way.
Why he look like my asshole of a father? Holy crap. I moved aside and logged into the other computer. I went onto google and logged into Facebook.
Damn I feel old.
I searched up my Dads name. 'Ángel Olvera'. I searched through his friends and tried to find anyone that looked similar..
"What the fuck."
I found him. 'AJ Olvera'? I kissed my teeth and scratched my head. What the hell is going on. I added this guy and quickly went to message him.
