Had Enough | Odell Beckham Jr

Prologue

Its gonna be a long prologue due to me wanting to have you filled in on the main character's life and what caused her act like she act and do what she does in the future.

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Prologue | It All Starts Here

7 Years Prior
Daya POV

"Ya quedó embarazada por un hombre negro . Todos te dicen para deshacerse de él, pero no, decidimos mantenerlo. y mirar sus quince años y lo único que está haciendo es perdiendo espacio. Nada bueno al igual que su padre , Envíele a él de todos modos que sería perfecto. im cansado de ver su culo!

(Translation: You already got pregnant by a black man. We all told you to get rid of it but no, you decided to keep it. and look its fifteen years and all she is doing is wasting space. No good just like her father, Send her to him anyways they would be perfect. im tired of seeing her ass!)

I heard my grandmother shout to my mother. Over the years of me being able too listen and understand, I've learned that my grandmother would only yell at my mother in Spanish when she talks about me, but I would never understand due to the fact that majority of my family here in Mexico don't like me and will never talk to me just because my father is a black man. They didn't teach me Spanish just because that would be their way of talking about me without me knowing what's said or just a way for me not to hear their conversations. I just knew the basic things like hola, colors, and numbers from school and more things by watching Dora. My only friend whose name is Jessica would teach me some mean things, and cuss words just incase I figured out some things that my family were saying. I absolutely hate it here in Mexico, the only two people that are keeping me sane is my Mother and Jessica. On the positive side, my life isn't a complete hell. When I visit my father in Miami, FL he treats me like the princess he said I should have been treated like. That's the only time I smile is when I'm with him or with my bestfriend Jessica. My mother is different cause she is starting to treat me like the rest of my family.. I heard a knock at the basement door which is supposed to be my room.

"Hey Chica"

"Hey" I crossed my legs on the couch which was supposed to be my bed

"I have a few questions and be honest with me"

"Sure"

I payed close attention getting ready for the questions that where about to be asked to me

"Do you hate it here with us"

Tears formed in my eyes

"No I don't hate it, I just hate the fact that you all hate me. I'm just fifteen what did I ever do wrong"

That's when the water works came, then my so called mother brought me in for a hug

"Okay, last question. Do you want to go live with your father in Miami"

that was the best thing I ever heard since I was 7

"Do you really mean that, if you do YES a thousand times Yes"

She smiled

"Of course Chica, I really mean it"