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Chapter Nine Kyra Young Downtown Atlanta - Two Days Later, 8:31AM
I've been up since six just staring out at the city. Before I moved into my house, I begged my dad to let me have his penthouse because he barely uses it. I don't even know why he still has but after what happened Friday I'm glad he does.
One thing that I really want to change about myself is how I can get in my own head. That's what caused the mayhem. Things that I thought I had no memory of, popping back up and picturing things.
When my dad told me about my mom, I thought he was making it all up but as long as I've been alive I've never ever seen him cry this hard. Not even when my grandparents on his side, passed away. She really made me think he was just keeping me away to be cold hearted and I basically hated him because of that.
It's a lot of repairing that needs to be done. I just need a minute to prepare myself mentally first.
Eric's arm wrapped around me and he pulled me closer before kissing my shoulder. "You should be getting some sleep."
"I'm not sleepy. I'm hungry actually."
"Give me a minute, I'll make you something."
I turned to face him. This man is everything, we've only been around each other for a month and he's been perfect.
"Don't blow that morning breath on me." He said making me smile.
Grabbing his face and holding his head back, I blew my breath all over him before getting up. "Dumb ass."
"Oh my god I think my fucking face is melting."
"Haha, not funny." I went into the bathroom and decided to get myself together. I was over laying down.
A few minutes later Eric came into the bathroom.
"You could've waited." I rolled my eyes while pulling my hair up.
"Girl hush, a nigga gotta piss and I wasn't about to wait."
"We need to go to the grocery store. There is nothing here and I'm sick of cereal for breakfast and takeout for dinner."
"I know you used to filet mignon and lobster tails for dinner love but I'm used to cereal for breakfast and take out for dinner."
"I hate how you keep trying to portray me as some snobby bougie chick with the slick comments you make."
"Maaaan be quiet, ain't nobody trying to trying to portray you as nothing but if I was, what's wrong with it? You want me to call you a hood rat or something? Would that make you happy?" He asked while stuffing his dick back in his boxers then walking behind me. I looked at him through the mirror, his hands rubbed my shoulder then moved up to my neck and he gripped it but not too tight, causing me to bite down on my lip. "You always fucking crying." He spoke in my ear. "We gone have to change that."
