Keysha and Raquel -A detroit bad girl story

Keysha & Raquel

Part four

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Rochelle and Hakeem met at a club six years ago. Rochelle was on the dance floor and Hakeem saw her and went for what he wanted. Later that night he invited her back to his place were she found out he worked at chrysler and had money. They had sex that night, the next morning they got up and forgot about each other, until Rochelle found out she was pregnant, she decided to track Hakeem down letting him know. For a while Hakeem didn't think it was his until Rochelle had a DNA test while she was pregnant. Once proven it was his, he decided to give things a try with Rochelle proposing a month later. They wasted no time getting married before Raquel was born. Things were looking alright for Rochelle until Raquel was born. They decided to wait until she was born to find out the sex. Rochelle could tell Hakeem was disappointed he always voiced how much he wanted a boy but she figured it wouldn't matter boy or girl he'd love her anyways. That was far from the truth. After a year Hakeem started to distance himself from Raquel not playing with her or even interacting with her, soon he started cheating on Rochelle but she pretended not to notice until one of the girls came to her claiming to be pregnant with his baby. Hakeem left Rochelle after 3 years to be with the other women. That's when Rochelle started to show resentment toward Raquel not really caring what she did or how she acted. Six months later Hakeem came back after he found out the baby wasn't his, Rochelle was happy but nothing changed and three years after that, Hakeem was gone again this time for good. Once again Rochelle was blaming her daughter. Raquel learned to adapt to her circumstances Rochelle wasn't really physically abusive toward her so Raquel wasn't as afraid of her, if anything she had her bad attitude.

Raquel sat in the living room eating her dinner and watching cartoons. She looked over hearing someone at the door, She turned the Tv off running to her room closing the door. The less she saw of her mom the better.