Alice's Daily Life

Chapter 6 Hazel's Daily Life

[WARNING]

This chapter will contain something that is not comfortable for anyone, if you are sensitive to this kind of thing I suggest not reading this chapter at all. I'm doing this just because I don't want one of you to be triggered by this, all of this is purely fictional. The events that happened here are also fictional. There will also be a serious tone at the end of this chapter, there will be dark jokes at the beginning but brace yourself at the end of this chapter, believe me, it will scar you for life. Be warned.

(Hazel's Pov)

"Hazel dear, wake up!" I heard my mom shouted as I was still tired and lazy to wake up in the morning. I cover myself in blankets to not see the bright sunny light, as I proceeded back to sleep.

"Hazel if you don't come down dear, I'm not going to cook you some pie, your favorite flavor. Chocolate pie." Damn it, my favorite. I have to admit that I love that so much. "Alright you win, I'm going down..." I said with a tiring tone.

Since I am going to school, I have to fix myself. But first, I'm going to eat breakfast, before I do my thing. I head downstairs and found that my mother is cooking a French breakfast. Yep, My mother is from France and meanwhile, my dad is pure American.

I'm a half-breed. Basically, my mom and dad met in Las Vegas. Yep, the place where a bunch of mobsters and scammers do some scummy things all the while. My father is a retired mafia, he is like in his 30s and so does my mom.

My mom is not some stripper or anything like that. She is a normal French woman who you could find anywhere.

She met my dad when he is on a chase. Why do I know all this? It's probably that when I was like being tutored that much from dad and said that. "If you don't act like that smart girl, you will be a loser in the future." This pitiful old man really doesn't want me to do what he used to do.

He wanted to be a good father. This is why he working as a real estate agent. Well, he's much like a good salesman honestly, his boss praises him for being resourceful to them.

He got a good salary for our family, well he really got a raise for doing the hard work. His co-workers and boss are nice to him.

It's already in the past, he redeems himself. I do hear from when he sleep talking when I went to the bathroom that night, he recalled a traumatizing childhood that he had suffered.

I felt bad for him, I just want him to know that I love him. I wanted to say that you're the best dad in the world.

Well enough of that, my mother. She is like my dad who is in his 30s. Her current job now is as a psychologist. This possibly means, that my house is like is where my mom works. She is a freelancer psychologist. Get paid in the good way possible.

Well, enough of those introductions, my breakfast is French toast. A good breakfast for me to start a new day.

I don't see that's relevant for me to understand it. But it's normal in France.

As I eat my breakfast, my mom's cooking is still good as ever. My mom and dad love me so much. Even though we argue, just like what I thought before, these guys gave me so much care. I appreciate it that much.

"So Hazel," Dad said in a calm tone. "Do you like have any interest that I would to buy you? Cause your old man will get you something that you want." He said with a smile.

"Nothing, I just really am fine. I have you two. That's what makes me happy." Mom is happy that I gave them a sweet answer.

"Oh, that's very caring and sweet of you. Mais, rappelez-vous que je ne tolérerai pas qu'on touche à ma fille." From what she said in French. 'But, remember that I won't tolerate anyone who touches my sweet daughter.' That's so like her. I also know how to speak French.