A/N- Here is your night one. Enjoy your night.
Chapter 3- A Migraine
Date- 11/26/18
Time-11:02
After that night with me and Jane going at it, I decided to rest. Luckily though, Jane is coming with me. I'm actually really excited now. This is my 11th time going there. The 8th was for my 16th birthday. My dad rented out the whole Zoo for me. Those were good times. Then when I turned 18, my dad basically threw me out of his life. Guess I can't be daddy's little girl forever can I? I really hoped the trip will be smooth there and back because I really don't have any time for false troubles. If I found out he just sent me here to get rid of me, he will never hear from me again. And I will make sure of it. I started throwing my clothes carelessly in my duffle bag sighing from all that was on my mind.
Then a knock came from my door. ''It's time to go kid,'' Jane reminded me coming to sit next to me. I put my head down making a fake smile so she won't think anything was wrong. ''Come on kid, I know you better than anyone else. You're the strongest person I've ever met. Since the day I started guarding you, you had a determined face. I've never seen you cry, or give up, or sit anywhere too long like now. Your strong and your letting this little thing put you down?''
I stood up at what she said and rested my hands on my hips. ''Well I guess you don't know me enough because my problem isn't that I'm going to New York, it's that my dad won't tell me what's going on. I don't ask anything from him and when was the last time I did? Huh? How many years ago Jane?!'' I yell throwing my hands up in the air. She stands up and grabs my arm. ''You know what I noticed!?'' Jane hollered over me. I grew silent. ''That he isn't the problem. It's you. All you complain about is if you don't get your way.'' She still hollered. ''Now look,'' she began softly saying. ''I am your friend and your guard. Stop complaining just because you're not daddy's little girl anymore okay? It happens! He's just going through a stressful time that he himself can't even tell anyone. He doesn't want to put everyone in a hectic moment. The last thing he needs is a so called 'Anarchy' running around. So come on and put everything to the side. Besides, were going to New York. It's the city that never sleeps.'' Jane squealed the last part.
I sighed. ''Fine,'' I groaned smiling just so she can get out of my face. She squealed hugging me harshly. I stood stiffly because hugs weren't really my thing. ''Okay, I'll give you 3 seconds.'' ''1, 2, and 3'' I whispered wriggly out of her gripped. She chuckled throwing my bag at me. ''Hey,'' I showed her waving the bag motioning that she was supposed to pick it up for me. She turned around and smiled, ''I'm your body guard, not your maid.'' Then she left me there dumbstruck. New York, here I come.
I thought Washington was cold. Damn, this can't even compare. I was already standing in a foot of snow getting of my taxi. I grabbed my bag from the trunk and made it to my neighborhood. I turned giving a good long stare at the building. Jane came next and put her hand on my shoulder. She sighed and smirked. ''Your dad has some real good hospitality,'' Jane chuckled patting my shoulder. I chuckled too as I started walking inside the building. It was huge, brown, and has many windows. I walked in and there was a metal door. Jane opened it and there was a horrific smell. It was the mixture of piss and cigars. Who can live like this?
There were men leaning against the wall in the hall smoking and giving me the look. I took off my hood and shook the snow off my velvet hair. One man even winked at me. I gagged silently. Jane whispered,'' Don't look at them. Don't make any expression. Just stay behind me ok?'' I looked down and walked into the elevator. The elevator was so small, I felt like I was being pressed on. ''I'm going to have a real talk with your dad when we get out of here,'' she said getting of the elevator. Our apartment was on the 16th floor. We walked in this house. It was basically looked like my room. The dining room and living room were both connected. A 'hallway' which was about 3 feet had 1 room. To the left was the bathroom. I held my temples at my frustration.
Jane jammed a bundle of folders at me at sat on the couch in the living room. ''what is this?'' I shuffled to her trying not to drop the folders full of papers. ''Job applications,'' she smiled. What! Oh heck no, I am so going to kill my dad.