The door squeaked opened and revealed a woman that looked like an older version of me. I stared into the eyes of the devil herself.
"Sweetheart , I missed you." She exclaimed trying to wrap me in a warm "motherly hug". I scooted back as I felt the sting of the hot salty tears trickling down my face tickling my nose. I wiped them and pushed behind her ignoring her presence.
I ran to my child and kneeled I front of him.
"Baby, did she hurt you", I asked him.
"No , mama we were gonna go get ice cream and then go back to Daddy Chresanto." He shrugged.
I kissed his temple and pulled him in a tight embrace.
"From now on, were gonna' take a break from seeing daddy okay? "
"Why mommy?"
"He's done ... He hurt mommy's feelings , okay."
He started whining and pouting. I just picked him up and headed out the door when the lady grabbed my arm.
"Stop ! Just let me explain okay"
"You don't have shit to say you are the worst excuse of a mother , what a waste of a woman."
With that I strutted back to the car as Chres backed out and headed to my house.
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I silently weeped on the way home.
"We're here " , Chres sighed.
I got out and got Christian's sleepy body out of the backseat while Roc grabbed his seat.
I got Christian ready for bed and placed him in his room .
I went downstairs and grabbed me a glass of sprite and rested my elbows on the island.
Putting my head in my hands , I sighed.
"Harmony I'm sorry baby girl" , Chres sighed.
-Chres-
"Harmony I'm sorry baby girl" , I expressed.
How am I suppose to be trying to get her to be my girl if I keep fucking up .
"You want me to be your girl?" she smiled.
Fuck I said that out loud.
"Yes you said it out loud.".
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Confessions of a Stripper (in the process of rewriting and editing!)
RomanceI'm Harmony Monae Carter , daughter of Rosaline and Marcus Weldon. I was named after my great grandmother: Monique Roshelle Carter. Well I can tell you're getting bored , don't even think about hitting that 'Back' button. There's more to my story I'...
