Page 113 of The Don's Virgin Obsession
“The closer death got to my father, the more I started thinking about the kind of life I actually wanted.”
Ifinally left the Ritz, sober, somewhat mentally okay. I had seen my doctor one last time. He prescribed me an antidepressant to get through the day and told me to start seeing a therapist to get a proper diagnosis. I took the meds but backburnered the therapist. I had to be honest with myself, I needed it, but I wasn’t ready.
Now I was riding in my two-seater Benz I got for my birthday. I was riding up the 405 freeway, switching lanes, top down. It was 9 PM, and I had Nipsey’s“Victory Lap”on repeat.
I kept thinking about Sade and what we did.
Wondering if I should have even done it.
I was vulnerable at the time, and she was the only thing that felt right and secure in those moments.
My thoughts kept moving.
She’s going to resent me, but she wanted me.
But did I want something so precious, so soon?
I shook my head.
Man up, nigga. She feeling you too.
Then my mind immediately went somewhere else.
She still seeing that nigga, tho’… she gon’ have to dead that. She’s mine now.
I exhaled and pushed Sade out of my head for a second.
I was going back to work in a couple of days, sober, mind right. I had a project to finish and more properties to build.
Most importantly… I was about to inherit St. Clair Realty for real. Now it was time to go see the man in charge.
I pressed the gas harder and weaved through traffic toward my parents’ house.
By the time I pulled up, it was close to 11 PM, but I knew they were still up. I cut the engine and sat there for a second before finally getting out.
I walked inside and immediately smelled food.
My mother looked up from the kitchen table. She was doing a word search. “Well, look who’s finally alive.”
I smirked. “Dang, that’s how you greet me?”
“That’s how you get greeted after disappearing for over a week.”
She walked over and hugged me tight. I hugged her back harder than usual.
“You ate?”
“Not yet.”
She pointed toward the stove. “Fix a plate before you go in there.”
I nodded and made myself a pork chop, some greens, and jambalaya rice before heading toward the living room.
My father was awake, watching some old western. Oxygen mask on his face. Blanket over his legs.
He looked over at me when I walked in and took off the mask.
“There goes my junior.”
