Newark, New Jersey
I R I S
"Why?" Iris questioned her mom.
Delilah eyed her child as if she was going crazy.
"You know better than to question me." She warned, sweeping up dead hairs that rested on her salon floor.
"Sorry." Iris mumbled. "I just don't see why I can't go to school and work."
"Your grades are slipping. You're barely getting by."
Iris rolled her eyes. "I am perfectly capable of balancing work and school."
"It doesn't seem like it..." Delilah paused, eyeing her daughter. She felt something wrong in her spirit. Maybe it wasn't work that was distracting her.
Delilah shook the thought out of her head. "Well, I'm temporarily firing you."
Iris sighed. "What the fuck ever."
"Watch your mouth!" Delilah screamed as Iris stormed out of her mother's salon.
How the hell am I supposed to pay bills and eat?
Iris felt her throat growing lumps as her eyes welled up. Her strong emotions were causing her body to feel the need to cry, but Iris's pride was even stronger. She wouldn't dare cry over something like this. To her, that would be like allowing her mother to get the best of her.
Iris didn't have any classes that day, and since she was just fired for whatever reason, she was basically free for a full day.
She decided to text Giovanni.
Are you working today?
She waited for him to reply; he did so quickly.
Daddy G💕
Yeah, why?
I need something to do today. All my friends are busy. Iris texted, thinking about the only two friends she had; they both were either at work or school.
Daddy G💕
I don't have to work until 4, but I was about to go handle some business...
Iris sighed, feeling frustrated that she didn't have anyone to turn to at the moment.
Well, I'll just find something to busy myself with.
Daddy G 💕
Nah, you can come with me.
Iris smiled. What time?
Daddy G💕
Right now. You want me to come scoop you?
Iris looked inside of her mother's salon, assuming Delilah was furious due to how vigorously she was cleaning.
Iris's car was in the shop, so she was relying on her mother's car for transportation. She was certain that her mother would not be happy if Iris took her car.
Yeah, I'm at my mom's salon.
After Iris texted Giovanni the address, she gathered her things and took a seat on one of the benches outside.
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