Part 1
Year 1990
Tomorrow Ayla and I will be leaving for Tokyo. It was a graduation gift from daddy. I was starting The Art Institute of Atlanta in two months and daddy thought it would give me a head start to visit one of the biggest fashion capitals of the world. He told me to pick one person to travel with me and who other then my road dog Ayla. We have been tearing the streets up together since we were cubby buddies in kindergarten. I was so excited I could hardly wrap my hair right. After about 5 minutes or so I got it wrapped and tied up. I was just settling in the bed when daddy came in my room.
Never thought this would be the last time I would kiss my daddy good night.
"Good night princes baby".
My dad said as the moon light shined across his almond colored skin. He was very hansom man, not the tallest but far from short. The ideal man, a single dad of a very girly girl. My mom passed away when I was 8 years old in a car crash. My mom was an orphan and my dad's family was back in Jamaica so it was he and I left alone to tackle all of my childhood endeavors such as getting my period for the first time. One of my may terrifying moments moments that would have been great to have a mother. On that day he took me to buy my first pack of pads. He knew I was embarrassed so he kissed me on my forehead told me to go sit in the car and he will take care it. When he came out he had a CVS bag and one of the biggest red teddy bear I ever seen.
" What a wonderful man." I thought to myself.
"Good night daddy,thank you so much for Tokyo and always being there for me. I love you daddy"
"Love you too princes baby" that's what he always called me.
It was at that moment I knew that my husband would have to be a loving island man just like daddy.
That night I fell asleep listening to the quite storm.
Something woke me up out of my sleep I sat straight up as this strange feeling swept over me and then it happened.
The loudest noise I ever heard. It felt like it rippled though out my whole body.
Jo Jo began growling and barking as if he was going to war.
I herd my father yell out "Frankie"
From the sound of his voice I knew something was wrong
I heard him say "No"
and then he yelled out as loud as he could
"Frankie, princes baby, Frankie".
Frankie was a code word daddy and I made up as our panic word. I never really felt a need for it until I heard him bellowing it that night.
I don't know how I got down stairs but the next thing I remember was standing in the door way of my front door and squeezing the trigger on my .357 Magnum.
Click, click.
I was still pulling the trigger of the fully unloaded gun when my next door neighbor Kim removed the gun from my hand and wrapped me in her arms as tight as she could and dialed 911.
"How could this happen? Who would be so heartless to take away the only person on this earth that loved me unconditionally? How could they be so selfish to take away my hart? How would I breath."
I jerked away from Kim and fell to my daddy's side.
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