Miracle Lively (in the mm)
I parked my car into my job parking lot, seeing a.. moving truck?
I hesitantly got out, as the truck driver tipped his hat showing his golden teeth. "Hello beautiful"
"Hello.." I drifted off as I quickly made my way up into the annex building. I saw Latasha sign some papers while a man- who also looks like a truck driver stood.
I purposely dropped my suitcase on my desk loudly, just as she finished her signature and handed the man the papers and shot me her glare, soon smiling harshly.
"Miracle! You made it" the man thanked her as he walked out of the office.
"The hell is going on here?" My voice, smooth and calm. "I'm just doing my job" she cooed as she chuckled while sitting down.
"You put him out didn't you?" I asked while keeping my hard glare at her. "Just did a tad of summer cleaning" she laughed obnoxiously.
Boy if looks could kill, this sadistic bitch would be 6 feet under right now. "You're going straight to hell for that Latasha" I shook my head, taking a seat in my computer chair.
"Excuse me? But last time I checked you and your family are doing just fine.. You have a husband already.. Why are you so worried about a man you barely know?" She blabbered.
"I know what's right and what's not right.. And what you're doing is not right! And my husband has nothing to do with this"
She scoffed and slammed her hands flat on her desk, creating a loud smack noise from the hard material. I looked over at her, with a shocked expression.
"Why do you care so much" she spat and continued to go on. "He's gone now, get over it"
I just turned back to my computer screen shaking my head, clicking into my files. "Sick bastard" I muttered out.
Christopher Brown
Downtown, LA
"Royalty" I said sternly as she looked up at me with watery eyes and starting nibbling on her fingers. "I love you" she crawled into my lap, and hugged my face once more. "Pooh" she stated so soft and rich into my ear.
Here I am. Living in my car. With my 2 year old daughter. Alone. I always find myself feeling pity for myself, and never admitting that I'm hurting inside because I literally have no one except my daughter.
And now I don't even have a fucking home anymore. I only have my car. I wrapped my arms around my daughters little waist, and swayed our bodies side to side, feeling her breaths get softer by the minute.
I rocked us until I knew officially she had fallen asleep. I sighed and caressed my fingers through her natural wavy hair. I chuckled to myself as I thought of her mother.
Flashback.
"Camille you just can't leave your fucking daughter.." I choked out as I watched her pack bag after bag. "Watch me" she gritted out as she angrily stuffed her duffle with clothes.
I sighed and folded my hands behind my head. "Look I love you and Royalty but her mother needs help.. I need help Chris!" I shook my head vigorously balling my fist up in frustration.
