Mí Amour

41: Ready

Amour

"Err let's go back to your place." I said uneasily.

"Why?" He asked.

"Umm..."

"Amour why you actin' like that?!"

"Like what?! How I'm actin boy?!" I semi yelled.

"Don't raise yo voice at me lil girl!"

"Don't raise yo voice at me lil bitch!"

"Let's go!" He grabbed my arm.

"Let go!" I tried to pull away from him.

"Stop it, Amour!" He semi yelled.

I bit his arm and kicked him in his leg.

"Ouch bitch!" He yelled slapping me.

I fell to the ground holding my cheek. Hot tears trailed down my cheeks as I cried.

I didn't care that people were stopping, staring, and whispering I was in pain.

"What the fuck y'all lookin' at huh?! She ight! She still breathin'!" He yelled. "Come on get ya ass up and get to the car." He growled lowly.

I stood up and struggled towards the exit. He walked behind me with my bags in his hands.

"Next time, you won't get shit." He unlocked the car.

I got in the back seat and sat there pouting.

***

"Amour. Amour!" He semi yelled.

"Yes?"

"You wanna go home?"

"Ion care. You want me gone?" I asked.

"No."

"You want me to stay?"

"Ion know."

"You do... Don't you?" I asked.

"Yeah." He looked away.

"Then don't make me wanna leave, Daddy." I looked him in his eyes.

"Ight. You stay here. I gotta handle some business real quick." He pecked my forehead.

I smiled and sat on a bar stool, reading through a magazine.

***

"I'm back, Baby Girl."

"Hi, Daddy!" I smiled.

"You ready to go?"

"Yes!" I exclaimed.

"Puerto Rico." He smiled.

"Are you Puerto Rican?" I asked.

"Yeah. It's my home away from home." He nodded. "7 hours and 15 minutes on my jet."

"Wow! Ok." I smiled.

"You wanna get ready today so we'll be ready by tomorrow?" He asked.

"Yes."

"Go ahead. Pack enough clothes for a month."

"Ok!" I got up and ran to my room to start packing.