Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

Crystal

A few hours later

I arrived at my house with the smell of alcohol hitting my nose roughly I sighed instantly knowing what was going on . You see I live with my dad my mom died 3 yrs ago due to an accident,she was driving home from work one night when a big ass truck driving on the wrong side slammed into her killing her immediately . I swear to you my dad has not been the same since. I mean I guess I understand my dad and mom met in high school they were your typical high school sweet hearts.When they graduated they got married immediately straight like that.My mom did go to college my dad worked he was a drug dealer but he never exposed us to that shit. Meaning he never bought his work home . He always told us that's apart of his life he don't want us to be apart of. He stopped that shit though giving the title to my uncle john. Anyways enough of that back to what I was saying During my moms junior year she got pregnant with me so that was the end of that college experience. Anyway after my mom passed My dad turned evil always drinking and blaming me for my moms death he says if it was not for me then he would have his wife . That hurts cuz before this happened I used to be a daddy's girl we would go to the park Nd everything but now it's like I'm not even his daughter . My grandparents (my moms parents) were not to pleased that my mom so called "threw everything away" to raise me so they are not around my dad never talked about his parents . We only have each other you would think that would be enough but it's not .

Anyway walking into the living room I see my dad passed out on the couch . Tapping him gently I say

"Dad it's 3 pm Yu should wake up" snapping his eyes open I was meet with a familiar glare "STFU Bitch I get up when I damn please " he snarled as he closed his eyes back I felt tears burning my eyes looked to my left I stared at a picture of me and my father . Me sitting on his lap I think I was five years young that day I Dnt know where the times have gone now he hates me my own father . Walking to my room I closed the door Nd dropped to my queen bed and sighed . My life just keeps getting worse and worse . I just want my dad to hold me and get rid of this pain not add onto it.

Don (Crystals Dad)

Hey it's don crystal dad I know what you are thinking "why the fuck is he treating his daughter like that " let me say this I love my daughter to death but every time I look at her I'm thinking of her mother Karen and it makes me so angry how alike they are and I know there's no excuse for my actions but when I drink I Don't think. I had a drinking problem in high school till I met Karen then that came to an end she told me it was either her or the bottle and I chose her cuz I loved her . When she was pregnant with Crystal we was so happy but her parents was not

Flashback

"I CANNOT BELIEVE YOUR THROWING EVERYTHING AWAY FOR SOME THUG" Karens dad screamed

"I DONT CARE I LOVE HIM " she screamed back

"Karen you are 19 years old are you really prepared to have a baby " her mother said I'm jus standing there shocked

She sighed "look I don't know how but we will with or without you " Karen stated after a moment of silence "then I guess it will have to be without us " her dad stated firmly " is that how Yu guys feel" she whispered .Nothing was said "Fine Lets go don" with that we left . The drive home was quiet " I don't care what they say don I love you and our baby girl" she said as she cried silently I took her hand and kissed it I love my girls to I said while rubbing her belly

End Of Flashback

After that day we moved into our own home of course we had our problems but I loved her . Since then all I do is fuck bitchs crystal don't know cuzz I don't bring Em here despite what y'all may think I love my daughter and I don't want her to feel like I'm trying to replace her mom cuz no matter how many females I go threw Karen will ALWAYS be number in my heart.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜Just wanted to give you guys an insight on crystals life 😘

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