"I got a fast car I got a plan to get us out of here I been working at the convenience store Managed to save just a little bit of money Won't have to drive too far Just 'cross the border and into the city You and I can both get jobs And finally see what it means to be living."
"You got a fast car Is it fast enough so we can fly away We gotta make a decision Leave tonight or live and die this way...."
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~~~~Mariah's POV~~~~
I sat with Marisol in my lap, anxiously waiting for Noah to come back to my place. He had been working and saving a lot of money, and he was planning to take me and Marisol from Huntington, Long Island into the city.....he said we were going to Brooklyn. Noah said that it was time for me to leave my daddy, and that we would go to the city and get married and have a better life.
"Mama? Where's Daddy?" Marisol asked me. She was getting so big.....she'd turn 4 in July, on the 18th. It was already the beginning of May, so she was closer to 4 than 3 at that point....and for her age, she had seen so much happen. (A/N: Marisol at age 3, almost 4, below)
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"I'm not sure, baby.....but try to keep your voice down. We don't want Papa to wake up." I whispered. My father was in his room sleeping....he would always be tired after sex. I hurried up and showered after he finished with me, but somehow I still wasn't clean. I was never, ever clean.....no matter how hard I scrubbed, how much soap I used, or how long I would shower. I could never get clean.
"Sorry." she whispered back.
"It's okay, Mari."
"Is Papa coming with us?" she innocently questioned.
"No, sweetie.....Papa's not coming with us."
"Why not?"
"Because, Papa needs to stay here.....he's too sick to come with us." I told her. I always told her that my father was 'sick'.....whenever she'd ask about his anger, or about why he'd hurt me all the time, I told her that his sickness makes him do it. His alcoholism was his sickness, and I knew that he loved me.....but the bottle made him hurt me, and I couldn't stay any longer.
"Will you miss Papa?" Marisol asked.
"I'll miss him, but I won't miss his sickness or the things he did because of his sickness." I truthfully answered. I love my father, and I would always try to remember my good daddy.....the one who loved me, and would never dream of hurting me......
