Grace Marie Ross is in her last year of high school. Her life isn't perfect and she hates it. She isn't bullied are school, she's ignored. She's abused at home by her moms boyfriend while her mom works her ass off. She's depressed. She's insecure. S...
I watched Grace get dressed. She's going out with one of her friends. Our daughter is 6 months and honestly our relationship isn't good. At all. I don't know what happened. After Grace had Hazel she dealt with postpartum depression, I was by her side, then when she got over it she didn't go to happy Grace she went to wild Grace. She barely spends time with us. There's one day out of the week she acts like my woman and a mother every other day we don't get what we deserve. Monday Grace will be home with Hazel, have my clothes, have dinner ready, talks with me, and have sex with me. Every other day of the wee she's either in her shop doing hair or taking business trips, don't have dinner, don't have Hazel, and party's. I tried talking to her but I'm getting shut down constantly. "When you coming home?", I asked Grace rubbing the back of my neck sitting in the bed.
"I don't know, 3 maybe 5. When is your mom coming to get Hazel?", Grace asked.
"Hazel I need you home earlier than that." She flipped her hair while turning to look at me.
"Come again."
"I need you home earlier than 3 in the morning Grace. You're acting like you're single and not a mother. Hazel doesn't need to be put off on grandma everyday! She spends one whole day with you Grace! After that my mom and me have her.", I said.
"I work Troy! I deserve this! I was pregnant for 9 months! If I wanna go have a drink with my girls and stay out late I can!", she yelled.
"No you can't cause you're a fucking mother!"
"I'm a fucking woman too Troy! You stay with her and deal with her!"
"How old is she?", I asked.
"What?", Grace asked.
"How old is she?"
"5 months Troy."
"She turned 6 months today.", I said. She looked at her phone.
"Opp I'm late. I'll see you later baby.", she said kissing me.
"Grace we're talking." She ran out of the room in her heels. I don't think I can do this.
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💜Grace💜
I slammed my drink with Tony. His gay ass is my best friend now. "Aye!", I yelled dancing as Captain Hook came on. This my shit.
"Get it bitch!", Tony yelled. Tony recorded as I sung and danced alone. Tony rubbed on my ass as I danced on him.
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I don't know who I'm dancing on but this person is moving with me. They know what they're doing. I'm fucking drunk as shit and don't care about who it is. It's not like imma fuck the person. "Let's get a drink.", I heard a man say from behind me. Oh shit I'm dancing on a nigga. Oh well.
"Okay.", I said. We walked to the bar and got a double shot of Ciroc each. I looked around for Tony but nothing.
"Drink up." We hit our glasses then drunk the shots.
That one hit me right away. "It's hot as fuck! Let's get some air.", I said fanning myself.
"I don't know if we'll get back in but let's go.", he said.
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"This is me.", I said leaning on my car.
"This is me.", he said leaning on his car which is next to mine. I laughed.
While I was laughing I felt lips crash into mine. I tried pushing him away but I couldn't I think I'm too drunk. I couldn't talk cause his lips were pressed into mine. Somehow we ended up on his car instead of mine then in his car. Backseat to be exact. I tried getting out but he pulled my hand in and closed the door. "Don't change your mind now.", he said. He kissed on me as I tried pushing. A hand wrapped around my throat. I looked in his eyes as he went in still chocking me. I'm so drunk that I can't do anything. I should've stayed home.
