Decisions ( sequel)

Chapter 27: Birthday Girl

Chapter 27

"She's asleep." I said drying my hands off before making my way over to her.

"Aww she's always asleep. Well how are you two doing?"

"Do you really care?" I rolled my eyes sitting on the couch.

"Actually, I do. As my daughter I deserve to know-"

"Oh save it!" I snapped. "Deserve to know what? huh? you don't deserve to know shit because last time I checked, you ain't GIVE a shit." I said.

Jaden sat next to me and rubbed my leg trying to calm me down.

"Look Chanel I put the past behind us. I was hoping you would do the same."

"Put the past behind us?!" I stood up angry now.

"Not once had you sat down and had a little talk with me saying something like 'I'm so sorry for the way I treated you Chanel. You didn't deserve to be treated like that and I promise it won't happen again. Wanna go out to lunch?' Not ONCE did you do anything like that. Maybe if you had, just MAYBE I would've thought about forgiving you." I spat.

"Chanel I'm sorry. Okay." she started to cry. "I didn't want to do that to you, I really didn't."

"THEN WHY DID YOU?!" I screamed, tears falling from my eyes thinking of all the things she put me through. Every last memory of all the names she called me, hard work she made me do, starving me, just sparked through my mind.

Jaden grabbed my arms. "It's okay baby. Calm down."

I sniffed and sat back waiting for an answer.

"Because the same thing happened to me!" she yelled, crying in her hands.

I rolled my eyes and looked away, crossing my arms and wiping my tears away.

"When I was growing up in the Philippines, your grandfather was giving me hell. He hadn't gave me enough food because he said I was getting fat, made me clean everything, called me names and told me how I wasn't going to be anything when I grew up. Just a no good, worthless woman. And I really believed those things. When I had you I just....thought maybe somebody could feel how I was feeling."

"Why would you ever want your daughter to be in the same position you were in? that's sick! If my mother did those things to me, the only thing that would be on my mind is making sure my kids have BETTER than I had. That they grow up having the best childhood ever. I wouldn't dare do anything like that to Jayda. Like I really can't imagine it."

"You don't understand Chanel. I was hurting. I couldn't help myself."

"I'm still hurting! every day I think about those things and I sometimes even dream about it! do I let it get to me? no. Because I know I have a husband that loves me, a beautiful daughter, and amazing friends. At the end of the day, that's all I care about."

She nodded. "I understand." She said quietly.

"How's Carson doing?" I asked.

I mean he treated me badly too but I still wanted to make sure he was okay.

"He's good, actually." she wiped her tear. "He uh graduated from college and became a constructing builder."

"That's good." I nodded.

"Yeah... is there any chance I would be able to steal Jayda for the weekend?" she asked.

I sighed. "I'll think about it."

"Okay.." she got up. "Well I better get going. Sorry I wasted your time."

"It's okay. Bye mom."