Story Of My Life

forgive

Sharell's. P.O.V

Once I cooled off from the heated conversation with my mom I went to finish my work.

Nursing was fun, but I hated seeing small kids sick. That's all I worked with and it hurt seeing them like that. I can't even imagine my son going through some of the things I see these children go through everyday.

"You seem stressed out baby." Mildred spoke, helping me spread the new covers on a hospital bed. Mildred was a little old white woman who had been working here for over 30 years. I've grown very fond of her, shes like the grandma I've never had, since mine died before I was born.

"I am." I sighed running my hands through my hair.

"Want to talk about it?"

"Not really?"

"Well." She started, her hand lightly touching my shoulder. "Whatever it is, I know you'll get through it. Your strong." She gave me a hug along with a warm smile. "Don't let anything stress you out."

After a long day of work I wanted nothing more But to go home and sleep with Chresanto and my son. My day has been bitter sweet. I've met the mother of my best friends child and my mom continues to piss me off.

As I was driving in my car that was all I could think about. How could my mom be so selfish to tell my father where I work when she knows I want nothing to do with him. it's not fair. I should have a say so in whether I want him in my life or not.

Pulling into our driveway I parked the car behind Chresantos, grabbing my bags from the back seat. I kick the door closed with my foot pressing the button on my keys to lock the door.

When I made it to the front door I stuffed my house key in the lock ready to twist it, when there was a shadow towering over me. My stomach balled up in a knot as I tried my hardest to get the door open. But my hands were shaking to bad.

"Sharell..."

Instantly I froze. The voice taunting me, I was scared. All I wanted was for gravity to lift me up and take me to somewhere else.

"Sweetie please just give me 2 minutes."

My eyes were already on the verge of filling up with tears. I didn't want to face him and I didn't have to. How the hell did he even find out where I lived. That's when it hit me. Fucking mom.

After standing there for about 1 minute I sucked it up and turned around only to be face to face with my father.

"What." I spoke bitterly.

He peered up at me his eyes glistening as if he was about to cry. "Do you realise how much I hate myself for doing what I did to you?"

I shut my eyes pursing my lips to the side while he was talking. This topic stung, like putting alcohol on an open wound.

"I put you through so much pain and I hate myself for that. I'm sorry for that too. I'm sorry that I did those things to you. I'm sorry that I put you through so much stress and tears and everything else." He said to me, his brown eyes pricing into mines.

"I want you to forgive me. I can't have you hating me for-"

"How dare you." I seethe through my teeth. "His fucking dare you."

"Don't cur-"

"Don't you dare tell me what the fuck to do!" I spat. "I see you've brought my mom into this mess. She's just as dumb as your ass huh?"

"Hey! don't disrespect your mother like that." My father Michael sternly spoke. His finger pointing to me like I was some type of child.

"Ohohoho." I chuckled sarcastically. "Now you care about mom right? But when she was dying with cancer in the damn hospital you wouldn't even go see her, wouldn't pay for her surgeries, you even wished that she die." I balled my lips up at him. "Your disgusting and I hope you get all this back. My mother is stupid for even having a first thought on letting you back in."