MJSite.com Michael Jackson 5 J5

Home
Pictures
All Pictures

Fun Stuff
Fan Photos
Album List
MJ Stories
Fan Pages
Message Board

Other Stuff
Links

Old Links
Jackson Five
Little Michael
King Of Pop
Gary Days
Jackson 5 Era
Adult Michael

Browse Stories
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

10 newest stories

10 highest rated

Add you own story

Daddy's Girl -1-

Hey I finally managed to weasel my waynback on this site. I hope you like this story I really hope you do.Deanna :)
-----------------------------------------------------------
I'm sooo mad at my dad right now that I could rip his head off and feed them to the sharks! We just had another argument about my drug usage. He wants to put me in rehab but I refuse to go to some place where there is nothing but druggies and prostitutes. Be sides what does he care, he always in bed with Lisa not caring how I feel and what I want but now that my life is coming to a terrible end he wants to care. Well too bad!! I'm in control of what I do.

I'm walking down the street to my regular spot. Yes, I sell dope. So what? At least I get paid for what I do.

Terell:(walking towards me) Hey babe. (kissing me) What's up?

Me:Nothin. My dad and I...

Terell:Oh. He still with that Lisa girl?

Me:Yeah. She don't even like him, she likes his money and whatever tricks he pull in bed to keep her around.

Terell:Lisa is Elvis's daughter. She ain't trying get yo dad money, she already got billions.

Me:Yea (lighting a cigarette) but that don't mean she can't get more. Once all her money is gone it's gone unlike my dad who can keep makin his money. Her father is dead.

Terell:True dat. (Lookin down the street) Oh. Dang aint that Tania down there?

(BTW:Tania is my mom)

Me:(looking) Oh crap! I'll catch you later I gotta go.

I ran to a random bike and hopped on it and rode all the way back to my house. I ran because every time I see her all she ask for is money not how I'm doing or anything.

Me:(walking into my house)

Dad:(running over to me) Where did you go? I was so worried.

Lisa:She was probably out there with some of her crack head friends selling dope.

Me:You don't know me!(turning to dad) Why do you care?

Dad:Because I'm your father and I do care about you. Now were you out there selling...you know?

Me:No not this time.

TBC...vote!!!

17 Votes for this story
Keep it I like it Get rid of it