Chapter 10: Is this real?
I woke up I'm Lance's arms..
It's expected,
After yesterday it wasn't gonna be a twist
Where you wake up alone
Even though I had a dream I woke up and left Lance
I would never
Lance is my
Heart
Stability
My true love
And I couldn't leave if I wanted
His arms were draped over my body
"Morning Lani."
It was now getting scary
He knew when I was up
And he doesn't even open his eyes yet
"You are creepy."
He smiles still eyes closed
I leaned up and kissed his neck
"What you going today?"
"Papa Israèl."
He nods
I knew he had work so we had to go separate ways
"I wanna lay here all day."
"I would say the same but my hoes might think I got a girl."
I punch his chest
He laughs
"I'm all you baby, I'm playing. Plus you could cool out with the visits, he coming home in three months."
I jumped shooting a crazy glare
What he mean?
"My father?"
"Yes girl, I thought mamma told you."
I looked at him like he's stupid then laughed
"Stop lying Lance, I'ma beat the living daylight outta you for-"
"Lani, why would I lie. I'm so serious.. Don't cry babe. I swear I'm telling the truth. Ask him when you see him."
I smirked cuz I was crying outta happiness
They finally letting my pops out
It was crazy how happy I was lately and how things are turning around
"I'm on top of the world.. And I ain't high nigga!"
Lance laughed at me and kissed my cheek
*
I was watching AnnaLisa today
Mamma Q asked me at the last minute cuz she had to run errands
So I called my father
"Baby girl?"
"Daddy, is it forreal?"
"Ofcourse Lani. I'm home soon baby."
I felt tears coming on
I'm really a cry baby times thirty
I felt like I was leading my own parade
Happy as hell
I felt like white people in Manhattan
I wanted to go over there and just give out free hugs
My father is coming home nigga!
"I can't wait to see you, Lani.. You still there?"
"Yeah I'm sorry, I can't stop crying." My life is feeling perfect right now
"Dry them tears, I'm home in a little while."
I kept pinching myself
I felt like I was in a movie and my father was gonna say something that'll wake me up
But it felt so real
"Daddy?"
"Don't cry baby, I'm on my way love."
The phone fell out my hand
Then I woke up
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PoetryLailani Brooklyn Parker. Eighteen. Talented. Abused. Lost. Slowly. Drifting. Poetry book.