Danyelle's P.O.V
Hakiem is such a disappointment. He cares about me but he just needs to grow up, this is his child too. I couldn't make myself to walk back into that school. I just couldn't. So I went back home. During my walk I thought about when I first met Hakiem, I was thirteen years old. He completely swept me off of my feet. He cared about me. He told me everything I wanted to hear, and he made me feel important, he made me feel truly loved for the first time in my life.
"Finally home." I huffed. The door was wide open and there's a faint smell of alcohol in the air.
"Monica. Damn." There she was, passed out drunk. As always... I ran up to my room, drifted off to sleep and dreamt about my future with Hakiem.
"Danyelle......" Monica called from downstairs.
"I'm coming Mama." I shouted back wide awake and ready for the dose of verbal torture I was bound to face when Monica and I got together.
When I got downstairs I seen Monica, still drunk, leaning on a table to keep herself from toppling over.
"So Danni, why'd you steal my man from me?" Monica slurred.
"I didn't steal him from you Ma. How many times do I have too tell you? Your boyfriend raped me!"
"You silly slut." she growled. "He didn't rape you. You begged him to fuck you, you just wanted to make a quick dollar, Danyelle."
"I was twelve years old!"
"You're a hoe!" Monica said
"And you're just a drunk bitch that just sat by and let your precious Shaun fuck your only daughter!"
Everything went black. She slapped me. My instinct took over and I punched her. And kicked her. Again and again. Finally she felt the pain that I felt all that night. When Shaun came in my room, and forced me to play his game... When he pressed his lit cigars into my skin. When he stole my innocence.
When everything was done, my mother lay bleeding on the floor. At that moment I knew I couldn't stay with her anymore. My child deserves better.
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