Caramel woke up the next day to the nurse's tug on her covers.
                              "What?" she whined?
                              "Time for your medicine!"
                              "I don't want them it's to many" Caramel waved the nurse off with her hand.
                              "You have to take it, it's my job to make sure you do and you're going to take your medicine"
                              "Ugggh" Caramel rolled her eyes but before Caramel could put it in her 
                              mouth she was interrupted by another nurse.
                              "Miss Caramel?"
                              "Yes?"
                              "You have a visitor"
                              "Who" Caramel got excited expecting it to be Charles.
                              "It appears to be your mother"
                              "Who?" Caramel felt her anger rising "What the heck does she wants?"
                              "Im going to let her answer that" the second nurse opened the door. 
                              Caramel shook her head in disgust.
                              "She's your mother and guardian we have to let her in" The first nurse said while Caramel shook her head in humiliation.
                              Her mom couldn't even come in there with her own dignity ,have she 
                              lost so much self-respect? Caramel was angry her mom came in with 
                              her hair all over the head and not only that but with too tight and little 
                              clothes on; if she even slightly bend over her rear end would be exposed.
                              "Hey darling" Kathy, her mother, walked towards her with arms held out for a hug.
                              "Don't come any closer to me!" Caramel felt her anger rising she was about to explode. 
                              "Why are you here you never cared so get out" she hollered.
                              "Caramel Jadenson, Im still your mother you will not speak to me like that!"
                              "You're no mother a mother is a responsible parent something you're 
                              not, how about you be the hoe you are and go stand on the corner, you 
                              were never a mother but a gold digging whore!" Caramel started to cry. 
                              "CARAMEL!!!" 
                              Kathy ran walked closer to her daughter and smacked her "Who the 
                              hell do you think you're talking to? I go through all this B.S and this 
                              how you pay me? Going around telling people I am a hoe! And then you 
                              go cutting yourself like you got it bad at home?? You eat, sleep and go 
                              to school what the heck you want from me? I won't take this!!" with 
                              those last words she headed for the door." I should've gave you up a 
                              long time ago you aren't nothing but a disgrace "she slammed the door as she left.
                              Caramel eyes exploded with tears. 
                              How could her Mother say that to her; say something as vile. Why 
                              would she tell her that that she was going to kill her flesh and blood? I 
                              knew she wasn't a real mother my dad probably made her do it! She 
                              thought to herself.
                              I hate her I hate her! Abortion? Her mom should have aborted her; 
                                      
                                   
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In The Process
RomanceDay by day the pain comes and go. When will she leave and have the freedom she deserves. Seventeen year old Caramel is faced with everyday struggles. She lives with the her drug addict of a mother who could give less if she was dead or buried alive...
 
                                               
                                                  