Her Secret Child (Slow Updates)

Her Secret Child {Prologue}

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{Introduction}
Hello beautiful people!!

My name is Sutton 'Poppy' Michele, I'm 24 years old, and full Black with curly hair.

I live in the Big Apple of New York with my best friend Zayna. I'm a professional hair stylist at "Giselle's Glam Shop" I braid, sew, glue, straighten, curl, cut, dye etc. pretty much anything when it comes to hair, in my opinion, I'm pretty good. When I'm not working I'm helping out at adoption center called "Dreams are Real"

I love helping out. From what my best friend would say I'm pretty much the sweetest girl you'll ever meet.

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{Prologue}
All that you could hear in the bathroom was my heavy breaths and groan. I've been leaning over this toilet heaving for the past thirty-seven minutes.

"Poppy!" I hear someone shout. "Poppy where are you?" Zay?

"Handicap stall- oh gosh." Sitting up and lean over the toilet, I let out a burp which released more of my breakfast and maybe even my last night dinner. Flushing the toilet I groaned holding my stomach.

"Open the door." She says

Standing straight I lean towards the door opening it. "What are you doing here?" I whisper, while closing my eyes before leaning against the wall.

"Gisele called me, I'm taking you to the hospital this is your third time throwing up this week." She tells me while pulling me out the stall and towards the sink.

"Good call." I groan taking the toothbrush and toothpaste out of her hand. Rising my mouth out I begin to brush my teeth. After brushing them twice I take the mini mouthwash and pored some in my mouth.

Sighing, I stare in the mirror looking at my pale reflection. "Girl, you look dead." Zay says pulling me out the bathroom.

I groan smelling noodles in the air again, since we were near the back room. "Oh gross." I turn around but I remember something. "Wait! My clients." I gasp, leaning on the near by wall. Placing my hands on my temples I begin to rub. Before I could make a single thought about how I was going to handle my clients I hear my boss.

"Poppy, I've called your clients and some agreed to reschedule and the other agreed with working with the other girls." Giselle smiles.

"But-- "

"No buts, go see what's up honey."

"Okay." Hugging her, I grab my stuff at my station and head towards my car with Zay.

Snatching my keys out of my hands Zay walks to the driver's side of my Range Rover. Getting into the passenger seat, I pushed my seat back until it's laying down. Buckling my seatbelt I sighed. "I feel like I'm dying."

Zay chuckles, "You look like you're dying."

I don't even open my eyes to glare at her but I do scrunch my brows, "Thank you Caption Obvious."

She chuckles again, Jerk, "Here I bought you a Ginger Ale."

Aww.