She Goes By Remy

OO2 ✌

*Flashback*

Hazel Valentine

September 23, 2OO5

It's been exactly four months since my father left that night. Somehow I still manage though. Every night I pray to God that my father would walk through that door, telling me how much he missed me, and that he'd never do it again. I need him to come back for me, he kept me sane. But I mostly needed him to come back for my mother. She was slowly losing her mind, she would put on front around me but I'm young, not stupid. In all honesty my father was my favorite parent. He always surprised me with things (trips, toys, pets, etc), and he was like a big brother; he was my best friend. I mean yeah I love my mother, but she hardly ever pays any attention to me.

She's either busy with homework from her job, walking around with "flour" on her nose, or busy with her friends when daddy isn't home. I find it weird how all of her friends are guys and she goes to the room with them... Then they start making some weird noises too. Now that I think about it she's chea- "Hazelnut?" a familiar voice called out taking me out of my thoughts.

No. It can't be... My father... He came home. My prayers have been answered I thought. "Daddy! Where have you been I missed you So much" I shouted running into his arms. "I needed time to collect my thoughts and to get myself together before I lost it", "well why?" I questioned. He checked to see if my mother was home. "She left." I spoke. That's when he explained everything to me from my mother cheating to her addiction and how their marriage had gone downhill. Even though I was only seven he broke it down enough for me to understand.

I was in complete awe as my mouth fell agape. All I could do was look into his warm, caramel eyes. He was reading me... He knew that more lied behind my cocoa eyes than what I showed. "Babygirl is there something you want to tell me?" I trusted him so I confessed about school. "Um, sometimes at school these two kids pick on me because I'm darker than them. It makes me cry then they laugh at me. Mommy is too busy to listen and I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry more. Please don't hate me..." I began tearing up. "Hazel, I could never hate you you're my world." He only calls me my real name when he's serious. "I just wish you told me sooner, I could've gotten them expelled . You should always tell me something before you tell your mother. Ima go to your school first thing in the morning I don't mind scrapin with a second-grader. And the school called me today care to explain ?".

"You see, there's this girl that sticks up for me named CiCi and we kinda fought those kids who were bullying me." I admitted. "Violence is never the answer", "well that day it was it was her fault anyway. She took my animal crackers". "Well did you win at least ?" He wondered. "Yass" I said proudly as my front-toothless smile beamed. "That's my girl, since you're suspended for a day I'm just going to take you to Chuck E. Cheeses tomorrow. Don't tell your mother" he laughed. "I won't" I giggled. What I didn't tell him was that I've had a few suicidal thoughts, the bullying was that bad.

September 27, 2OO5

Me and CiCi are best friends. She tells me everything and I do the same. If I'm not at her house, then she's at mine. CiCi just left a few minutes ago, now I'm getting ready for bed.

After I got settled down the yelling begin once again. I'm used to it by now, it's been happening since the week after daddy came home. All of a sudden my father bursted through my door. "Hazel pack your clothes you're coming with me" he said obviously heated. I looked at him perplexed. "No, you're not taking my daughter or so help me God I will call the police and say you kidnapped her" Amber shouted.

I stopped referring to her as my mother the day I told her about me getting bullied. She didn't seem to care at all so my father cussed her thottin' ass out.

"Bitch, do I look like I give any type of fuck? I can file for full custody so check that shit" he yelled. After one last threat of her saying something about keeping me away from him, he stopped protesting. "I will get my daughter just watch" were his last words. He grabbed his bags, then left.

9 years later

October 12, 2O14

" I will get my daughter". Those words still replay in my head. I'm now a junior in high school and still live with that sorry excuse for a woman: Amber. She's completely lost it. All she does is drugs, she lost her job and the only way we are able to keep our house is because my father is still paying the mortgage. He also sends me money every month. Even though he's not here, we still communicate and sometimes he visits me to take me out. He moved back to my hometown Shreveport, Louisiana. He told me about 4 years ago that everything was sorted out, and that I could stay with him, it is up to me. I decided against it because I wanted to help Amber. Now I regret the decision, it's like two strangers in one house.

Her once vibrant skin was now dull, just like her hair and eyes. Sometimes I would look at her and not even know who I'm looking at. Ever since my father left all she's done is complain and snort, but for some reason I keep holding on to the little bit of faith I have left and I'm ready to give up. But I've always been told "before you give up and let go think about why you kept trying and held on for so long". I guess I stayed because I'm all she has left but I'm not going to continue to be disrespected by someone who sits on their ass all day and refuses to go to rehab. We fight at least once a week, and I don't mean argue, I mean fist fight. If I don't give you a reason to hit me, you need to find yo chill real quick.

Since the year after my father left, up until 7th grade, she would beat me for the dumbest things. Once I got beat for staring at her too long. Then in 8th grade I got the courage to fight back and we'd be beefin' like gang members. She gets her ass beat everytime, the drugs mess with her ability to fight I've noticed. My father knows and he wants to get her arrested but I explain to him what the deal really was: she just needs help.

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With my father not being here Priscilla is all that I have left. She's my Rican-Sidekick and her family treats me like one of their own. Whenever I need to calm down I stay over her house and vent. After we whooped those kids in 2nd grade, we were never, well I was never bullied again. People already knew not to mess with CiCi. We were the most popular juniors at Roosevelt High, shiiitttt we were the most popular girls in the school. Even though all these fake groupie bitches be in my face tryna act all buddy-buddy with me, I don't trust none of them. Me and CiCi call them Plastics,from mean girls.Whoever I do decide to speak to, I refer to them as associates. The only person I call my friend is CiCi and Tbh that's all I need.

Not gon stunt, I am friends with a two of the guys. CiCi's boyfriend of 3 years, Brandon, and our best friend since 5th, Jaylen. Jaylen has a girlfriend named Savannah who treats him like total shit. Her annoying ass would always complain on how she couldn't find a good man, then when she gets one she acts like an ass to him. I keep telling him he can find someone so much better (hinting at myself) and that he doesn't deserve to be treated that way. He says he knows and wants to leave her but he loves her too much. I don't know why, she's a humongous bitchhh, our school has plenty of pretty girls that would treat him better (again including myself). I've always had a low key crush on him and I know he feels the same way cause Brandon shows me the messages ... One day I think to myself.
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I haven't heard from my father in a few months and he stopped sending me money. The only way I've been able to support myself and provide food for the house was because of my job. CiCi and I are getting ready for our job right now; we work together since things went south for her too. "Remy, you up next be ready" my boss Jay Billz notified me.

"Up next we have one of our best V.I.P. dancers, Remy" the announcer said into the mic as I began making my way to the stage...

A/N: Hazel in the MM (multimedia)
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