" Let's do this dirty laundry, this dirty laundry. When you soaked in tears for years, it never airs out. When you make pain look this good, it never works out."
- Kelly Rowland >> Dirty Laundry.
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Friday morning,
Giselle's pov.
It's finally the last day of school. Most definitely, happy. Although, I will miss the people that i've met.. Hopefully we'll hang out for the summer break. Also, Chresanto and I are oddly getting closer. Honestly, I'm not ready for a relationship, at this moment. Especially, after what i've been through with Daniel.
This weekend my mom and I are going back to New York, just to visit my aunt, though. Hopefully, I won't run into Daniel. Since, I'm leaving later today- I decided to meet up with my homie Nique, for a little walk and talk. I knocked on her door and she came outside. We started walking....
" I don't want you to go.." She said.
" Trust me, I'll be back in no time." I said, smiling.
" I hope you don't run into that bastard, Daniel. " she said, seriously. I laughed at her.
" Me too." I said, after laughing my butt off.
" Speaking of boys...... Chresanto?" she stated, more as a question.
" No, we are just friends, Nique." I said, smiling.
" but he likes you, G. " she said.
" I'm just not ready, for the whole 'relationship' thing... You know what I mean?" I said.
" Yeah, I understand." she said. After that we talked about random stuff. When I arrived home, it was around 11:30. My bags were already packed, and so is my mom's.
[ Back in New York ]
We finally landed in New York. That was an exhausting ass flight. I grabbed my bags, and walked off the plane, with my mom leading the way. We pulled up to my aunt's house. To be honest, I got a feeling something is going to happen while I'm in New York for the weekend.
" Hello London. " She reached out her arms as my mom ran to her and hugged her, I just stood their. I don't really like my aunt, she think she's classy and never trashy. She claims to be a independent woman. But I THINK a independent woman, pays her own bills, pays for her own car, makes her own money on her own, and doesn't rely on their rich ass husband. He pays for everything, and I mean EVERYTHING. She also shops 2 days a week. I absolutely dislike women, that needs a man to do everything for them- bitch get your ass up and dust your self off, start doing some for your own damn self. When she coughed it knocked me out my thoughts.
" Giselle, you aren't gonna say hello to your aunt?" My mom asked, looking at me with a certain look- that said 'girl, you better speak'.
" Hi, " I said, nonchalantly, looking at her, as I walked in the house with my bags and my mom's.
" I see your daughter, has that same attitude..... I thought you raised your daughter with more respect, London." I heard her say to my mom.
London's pov.
" I see your daughter, has that same attitude..... I thought you raised your daughter with more respect, London. " My sister said. Now, listen i've made a few mistakes in my past, but she has no right to talk to me like that. I've raised my child to the best of my ability. And as far as I see it, she's makes better decisions than she does.
" Excuse me?!" I semi- yelled.
" Look, I'm just saying maybe you should teach your daughter some manners. And help her with her attitude. Cause its filthy." she said, making a disgusted face.
" Well I'm just saying, how about you shut the fuck up, and worry about you and your cheating ass husband and not me and my daughter. " I said, bluntly- not regretting a single word I said to her.
" I will not tolerate that type of disrespect in my house, from neither one of you, You can step out and take your ugly daughter with you.." she said.
" Oh really. You know every since mom died, you began to think you are more than what you are! Don't forget where you came from ,because as I recall not to long ago- You were on the street selling your body for a few dollars." I said,
" you know what- LEAVE NOW!" She screamed.
" Giselle, let's go." I said, to her as she was peeking through the front door. She grabbed our bags, and put them in the trunk of my Benz. I got in the car and watched her as she got in a sat in the passenger seat. I pulled out the driveway as I thought about everything that i've been through. I'm not a perfect person- or mother. But I raised my child the best I could. My father shot my mother when I was fourteen years old. He went to prison and he is currently still in prison. They were never in an abusive relationship. He just basically shot her for a reason I still don't know to this day. I've always wanted to know I just never built up the courage to go visit him in prison and ask him.
As for, Giselle's father- he's a rapper and rarely talks to her. She really doesn't talk about him much, because she feels like he put his career before her. Which he did, the last time he called to speak to her was 2 years ago. I can only imaging how that feels. And the way I imagine it, is absolutely horrible. I've tried to tell him to be a better father, but he thinks success is more important. Unfortunately, he'll just have to grow up and learn the fact that his responsibility is his daughter not his career.
I pulled up to the hotel and checked in with the only person I need in my life right now and that's my daughter- Giselle Marie Perez.
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