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"I can't believe you tried to embarrass me like that in front of the most highly respected people in my life!" She snapped. I just stared at her. "I mean,you were being so disrespectful to me, mama, and everyone else that were trying to have a good time. It's like everything I try to do, you just try your hardest to sabotage it. Can't I have the spotlight to myself? Just for a moment?!" She exclaimed.

I started laughing, laughing almost to the point where my stomach hurt.

"It's not funny! Why are you laughing!" She shouted with anger in her eyes.

I pulled myself together after that good laugh. If only she knew why I found it so humorous.

"Why do you hate me Elise?!" She demanded an answer with tears streaming down her plump cheeks.

"I don't hate you Mahalia." I said calmly and shook my head. "The hell you don't." She responded. "You hate me, you hate mama, that explains why you said some hurtful things to her earlier at dinner. You're just full of hate! You hate your family, your neighbors, the sun, the grass...I don't get you!"

There were tears just waiting to fall, but I fought them. I took those built up tears inside of my head and used them to put out them flames of anger I was seconds away from showing. Tonight, I was tired of being angry, my whiskey helped calm me down. My eyes were heavy and strained from staring at this tv for hours non-stop, I had a slight headache, and now I have to hear these words coming out of my sister's mouth. I watched her speak, completely giving her the floor to say whatever it is she felt the need to say. I was tired, but I stood their and heard her out.



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BOUJEE (Completed) by Bee90s

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This is my truth by KristinaFigolah

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A dead woman walking would make anyone do a double take. She never thought she would see him again. He never thought she could have survived. More questions left than answers Jada and Alessio must finally work together. Nothing was right in the world without Jada in it and now nothing was right with her in it either. Book Excerpt: "Where are you trying to take me? You snagged us up, but where are we going," She asked pointedly. "To my grandparent's home." "That's a terrible idea. We need a safe place to go, not somewhere so obvious." "My grandfather knows important people. Trust me, he's the safest place in Italy we could be." "No, I won't just blindly follow your lead. I won't risk my sons life on something like that." "And where would you go? How would you be any safer? If it wasn't for me, our son would be long gone. You have no resources. You have nothing. Somehow, I am the bad guy!" "Yes you're the fucking bad guy, you can't trip me into marriage and then putting me through hell as I tried my best to survive. You're the bad guy because I never agree to be with a criminal master mind or whatever you do. I have no idea. I don't know anything about you. I was cheated on and lied to just as much. Don't go blaming your hurt feelings all on me. You started this. You are the reason. I'm finally reacting to the way you treated me! I was delusional, scared, and confused. You isolated me from my people. I wasn't okay. I've been ripped from the life I knew!" [In Progress 4/19/24- ] Rankings #118 Man #44 deathandlife #5 lovetragedy