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1- How It Started ✔

+Brandy

1 year ago

Tears fall from my eyes as I stare into the eyes of my dying mother. I make sure to look at her deeply, remembering all her features. Tears start to stream down her face, which causes me to cry even more. She was in pain, and couldn't take living on this earth anymore. Her final moments in this hospital bed meant a lot to her. I listen to her, while she's making her final wishes.

"Brandy, please quit that stupid ass job at that damn club, and start a new life." My mother says. "I know that you hate me bringing up what happened between you and Isaac, but you have to move on. You'll find someone when the time is right. And even though you can't have children, I know that you'll be a good mother."

She was right, I hated her bringing up what happened between me and Isaac. I've regretted a lot of things in my twenty-four years of living, and dating Isaac is definitely one of them.

I hate him for all the hell he put me through for the past five years. "Okay, mama," I whisper, trying my best not to let out a sob. My mother wipes the tears off her face and tries to form a glare.

Keyword tries.

"Stop crying, crying is not going to erase this from happening. It's not going to change anything, I'm going to die. Yes, it's going to hurt, and yes you're going to cry a lot but it's up to you to change that." Mama says wisely. I can hear the tremble in her voice, she was getting weaker by the seconds. At the age of forty-five, my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. When the doctors found the cancer it was already too late, it had already spread.

Now at the age of forty-seven, my mother is giving up the fight for her life. "I love you, baby girl." She says closing her eyes.

"I love you too, mama." My crying continues as her body becomes lifeless.

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A few weeks later.

I walk into the club with a plain black dress on. The dress stops at my mid-thigh, showing off my nice toned legs. It's been about five weeks since my mother passed away and I still hadn't let what she said to me sink in. My stubbornness was getting in the way of me quitting this job.

Walking to the back of the bar, a breath escapes my lips as I begin to work. There is much to do tonight because the club is so full. We have people from all around the city here today and they definitely wanted to party, seeing as everyone gets in free until midnight.

Hours go by and it's finally my break. Sitting in the employee section of the club, Shanelle comes up and talks to me. Shanelle wasn't really a friend but mainly an associate. I couldn't have friends for shit in this world, and it's not because I'm picky or anything, it's just because I don't trust people.

Shanelle is a very pretty girl, she's light-skinned and has big honey brown eyes. Her button nose is slightly crooked, but her full lips make up for it. From the time that I've seen her, she's only had her real hair out once. Other than that time, it's always been weave. Peruvian hair is her favorite. She once said that she couldn't imagine putting any other weave in her hair