Daddy's Baby Girl

Chapter 1

It's bad enough I was born out of wedlock, but to also know that I wasn't made from love I guess I just started life all fucked up. I guess I came into this world looking for love and didn't even know what I was searching for. As a young girl, I really didn't have no male role model but my brother to look up too, so you will see how I end up how I did with love.

My mom is a good woman, but she had many issues and some of them she dealt with while others she tries to block out. She even found God once she got older although I can't say she found him, He was always with her. At least, I can say that when she was out in the world she made sure that my brother and I knew about God. I thank her every day for that. The shit I'm about to tell God is the only thing that brought me through it. 

Now, back to what I was originally talking about...love. I didn't know anything about that yet I went looking for it too damn early in my life. I guess if you a well-known drug dealer  daughter you have to go look for something. 

Let me tell you something about myself. My name is Porscha, I'm assuming that's the type of car my mom wanted. I'm about to be seventeen years old with brown skin, brown hair, and hazel eyes. I was a chunky child, not cool, and a nerd who always had her face in a book. So, you're probably wondering how my life turned into this. To be honest, I'm confused about how this happened or maybe I'm just in denial of how toxic this love was. 

Let's talk about my dad. The disaster of a man who made me see men in a different light. He wasn't the worst dad, but that might have just been because I didn't want to see it that way. My dad was a drunk, a drug addict, and a drug dealer, so you know the whole package. Imagine being loved by a man like this. The good days were good days, and the bad days were best to fall into the shadows before everything went to hell. At the end of the day, I was the apple of his eye, but the apple never falls too far from the tree. 

It was spade night at my aunts' house and my mom was getting my brother and I ready. I was already ready because this was the only time I ever go to the hood. My mom was trying to shelter me from that life, but I was fixated on getting into that life like an itch that never faded. 

Once we got to Aunty Pam's house shit was already popping, the music was playing and niggas were drinking and talking loud. This meant that the night was going smoothly or at least it was until my dad showed up. My cousins and I were upstairs, so we weren't aware of his arrival until shit hit the fan. My dad, Mr. D.W himself, walked in standing at 6'2, nice dark complexion, jet black wavey hair with a thin built, but dressed sharply. He was drunk. Hell, a good wind could have come by and knocked him onto his ass.   D.W comes in yelling, "Where the fuck is my daughter? I want to see her little chunky self!" I'm well aware of my size, but damn he didn't need to call me out like that. 

"You are not going to see my child with your drunk ass, shit, you can barely see what's in front of you!" My mom cussing at my dad. 

"Who the fuck are you to tell me when and where I can see my damn child. I don't care how damn drunk I am. I can see my damn child whenever the hell I want!" The vein on his forehead bulged as he screamed in my mother's face. He doesn't like it when people tell him what to do, that's probably why he doesn't have a job. Shit, he even told my Aunty that 'ain't nobody the boss of him, he runs this shit!' 

The yelling and cussing continued, but it turned physical when he swung at my mom, but he was so drunk that he missed and slapped the shit out of my Aunty Pam. Now, let me tell you, my Aunty is not somebody you fuck with. She's a woman with a small frame and afro, but when it came down to it she will slice a nigga quick. 

The echo of the slap was still going around the house and everyone knew that D.W. done fucked up. Aunty Pam jumped up and grabbed her knife. Before anybody could even blink D.W.ass was sliced.