Ain't no hitta like the one I got: part one Read Online Free Page B

while, I heard him get up and I think I heard the bathroom door slam. It’s funny how when someone has your attention, you don’t give a fuck about them, but soon as they start acting like you don’t matter, it makes you start to care just a little bit. I liked having his attention, it made me feel like at least someone cared about me. I got up and washed the dishes, and when I finished, Paper was already out on the couch dozing off. He smelled like soap just like before. Dam, he could have at least said good night, I thought to myself as I went back into his bedroom and prepared for my own shower, all the while I was washing up, I was thinking about how I could get Paper’s attention back on me, like it was before. Then I had an idea, when I got out of the shower, I dried off and then I put on my lace panties and I didn’t put on any shirt, niggas always whispered in school on how my titties were mad big, I didn’t know what I was doing, but I knew that I wanted him to want to me. I walked back out into the living room, and I tapped him on the shoulder, “Paper, I need another blanket in the room, it’s cold in there.”
    He looked at me and his eyes, roam, up my body and lingered on my chest.
    “Yo, Willemena, get the fuck in the room, standing there like that?  The blankets are in the closet in the hallway, get one, and hurry up and get the fuck back in the room.” With that, he closed his eyes again.
    I ran and got the blanket, got in the room and closed the door. I started to cry on the pillow and I didn’t even know why. What is wrong with me? I felt like leaving but where the fuck was I going to go? I decide to leave anyway, I don’t know what was happening but whatever it is, it wasn’t good and I just felt stupid. I quietly put on my sweats, hoodie, and I put the rest of my things in my garbage bag, and I headed towards the front door, I really didn’t want to go, but I felt like I fucked up and I just wanted to get away. Just as I put my hand on the door, I heard his voice behind me.
    “Where are you going Willemena?”
    “I am leaving.”
    He gently grabbed my arm, “Listen, I am sorry for cursing at you earlier.”
    I turned around and looked at him, and I just started to cry and he held me, and then he released me, and he titled my chin up, “You are a nice young girl, never give no nigga your body, unless they deserve it, I didn’t like that move that you made in there earlier. Your body is your temple; keep that for the right person. I don’t need no payment for you staying here, I am not that type of nigga, you heard me?”
    I shook my head yes.
    “Now, please unpack your things, and go to bed.”
    I turned back in around and went back inside of his room and got in bed, and he went back out into the living room and within seconds, I was fast asleep. It was good knowing that you feel wanted; I just wish it was my mother that wanted me back home.
    The next morning I was abruptly waken by the curtains being opened by Paper, I shielded my eyes and looked up at him. “What are you doing?”
    “Rise and shine, it’s morning Monday. You told me that you are 17, so I know that your ass is enrolled in some type of school, so it’s time to get up and get ready. What school do you go to?”
    “Kennedy High school,” I said sitting up in bed. Now I know that this nigga ain’t about to make me go to school after I had that fight the other day, and all that is going on, shit little does he know, I am not going but I looked in my garbage of clothes to make him think that I was looking for something to wear.
    “Oh yeah,” he said getting up and walking towards his closet, “I got something for you.” He came back with Louis Vuitton luggage, unzipped it, and it was filled with a whole bunch of beautiful fly shit.
    “Give me that garbage bag; I am throwing that shit away. From now on, this stuff right here belongs to you.”
    I was perplexed, as I picked up the clothing, “This is generous of