"Brianna please just listen to what your father has to say?" My mother pleaded with me.
" Why should I? " I asked on the verge of tears.
No Brianna don't cry. You've cried so many times over your father he's not worth it.
My father left when I was 2 and now he's trying to get in contact with me to "get to know me". But why now? He could've got to know me 17 years ago. I'm 19 now.
" Because he's your father and he deserves to at least be given a chance. He has a reason for what he did. " Why is she defending him?
"No. End of story. I want nothing to do with him just like he wanted nothing to do with me." I ran up the stairs and slammed my door.
I'm gonna text my best friend Kayla and see if I can come over. She has always been there for me through thick and thin.
----------- Me: Hey. Can I come over I really need someone to talk to.
Bestie: Yea. Of course.
Me: ight I'll be there in 20.
Bestie: see ya. Read @ 5:07pm -------------
I ran down stairs and grabbed my car keys and left. My mom's gonna blow my phone up later asking were I am cause usually I tell her before I leave the house. But honestly I'm so done trying to be Ms. Perfect.
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I pulled up at Kaylas and knocked on the door. She answers a few seconds later looking at me as if she already knew what it was about.
"Hey" she said pulling me into to a hug. She let go moving to the side for me to come in.
"Hey. I'm sorry if I interrupted anything." I said looking up at her.
" Brianna no. Your fine. Do you wanna talk about it? " and as soon as she asked that I broke down in tears. Dammit Brianna I told you not to cry.
"Come here." Kayla said bringing me back into a hug. God I love this girl.
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I told her everything that happened starting with the calls I kept getting from a random number which was my dad. And that my mom wouldn't stop defending him. And I also told her I think she's talking to him agian.
"You know what. Get up." Kayla said dragging me up by my hand.
Kayla dragged me upstairs to her room and walked me to her big ass walk in closet.
"What are we doing in the closet?" I asked hella confused.
" Were going to a club wether you like it or not" she gave me a stern look and after a few minutes of me thinking it through I decided to go because well why the fuck not? I've been locked up in my house all week and it's been really stressful. So I deserve to get out and enjoy myself.
"Fine. But can we stop by my place on the way so I can get some close cause I ain't finna go home drunk." I said as we both started laughing.
" Ight. Now we're this. " She said handing me a really boujee dress.
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" Do I really have to dress up? " I complained. I really didn't want to get all cleaned up to just get hammered.
"Yes. We're gonna go out and enjoy ourselves and were gonna look good doing it. Plus we may or may not run into some really got guys." She said finding her outfit.
"Just let me try it on first and if I don't like it will you find something else?" I asked heading to the bathroom .
"Yea. But just hurry up we have an hour and we still gotta do our hair, makeup, and stop by yo place."
" Ok" I said clothing the bathroom door.
I got the dress on and not gonna lie I love it. It showes all my curves and I just look hella good. I walked out of the bathroom and Kayla's mouth dropped.
I started laughing. "What? Does it look that bad?"
"Bitch what you mean does it look bad? Da fuck? You look like one of those Instagram models." She said
"Really? I mean I know I brings out my curves but shit." I said looking in the mirror agian.
" Lets finish getting ready then bounce. " She said putting her dress on.
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I am so glad she didn't try to get me to wear that cause it's just way too revealing for me. But it looks good on her. No dip.
