It all started at 10

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Bailey pov

2012

Hi I'm Bailey, a 10th grader, that lives in the Slums of Washington DC. Innocence still here along with everything else. As far as I'm concerned the only "sin", as my dad says, that's I've committed is being attracted to the same sex🙄as if I care. I'm quiet as a mouse and I maintain good ass grades because I have to get to college, but anyways that's enough about me.

[June 3. 2012]
I woke up at about 3am on Saturday morning, excited to finally see my mom, and jumped out my bed dashing into the small shower out in the hall way.
I washed for a good 20 minutes and slipped on some basic jeans and a shirt with my New balances. I combed my weave out and let it lay there because I like to have swing to my walk, I mean who doesn't.
I walked down the hall and into the kitchen to grab a pop tart and some cold water before sitting on the couch waiting for my mom to pull up and beep the horn.
About 30 minutes later I hear a beeping outside and I skip to the door yelling a "see you later" to my dad. I slip between the screen door and the house door locking it and zooming to my moms 2013 Porsche.

"Hey babygirl"

She grins.

"I have something to ask you when we get to my house"

She  explains to me before pulling off and speeding down roads. This went on for another hour and 30 minutes, as I blasted my trap music through my earphones, until we reached The Hyatt Gates. That's a gated neighborhood on the outskirts of D.C.

I never pack a bag because I always have clothes here. Unlike my dad my mom is successful and wealthy. My grandmother founded Victoria Secret and passed it down to my mom, and my grandfather's father founded Chic-Fil-A and passed it down to his son who passed it to his only daughter, my mom, after he died. Plus to top it off my mom is a Rapper and a Model.

So yeah I guess you could say I'm rich, but no because I live with my dad the poor one who works at Chic-Fil-a. I still love them both the same either way.

She pulled up to her house which happens to be the only all black house in the neighborhood.

"Welcome to the Black House Baby"

She  yelled grinning at me as we got out the car and walks up her pathway. We entered the house and everything was modern, glass and marble. She had my dream house

I walked upstairs and entered my designated room plopping down on the ,freshly washed and still hot, pink fur blanket on my bed.

Not even 5 minutes later my mom came in with that signature smile on her face sitting on the swing chair in my room.

"So Bailey I talked to your dad the other day and he told me about the incident with you and his girlfriend. "

Let me clear up what happened there:

"Shut up Bailey and do the fucking dishes"
She screamed at me directly in my face as tears streamed down my face from the previous slap that she had blessed me with at 2:45am. "But it's not my turn"
I said barely above a whisper to her "bitch do it look like I fucking care?" She asked me as I walked down the steps with my head low and started the dishes. Sometimes I wish she would just leave me alone

I looked down at the bed and felt my eyes get watery.

"Mom I'm sorry, I should have just listened"

"Baby I could careless about you listening, Ima beat that bitch ass when I see her for even touching you."

I smiled a little and lifted my head up.

"Why don't you come live with me Bailey? I have everything ready for you?"

I was shocked, although this wasn't the first time she's asked me.
I started to stutter my words