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"I'm getting my tongue pierced want to come with?" My older sister Mariah came into my room with a big smile.
"We are not friends. Why are you talking to me?" I looked down at my notebook continuing to write my notes.
"I said I was sorry take it and put your shoes on so we can go."
"No I have work to do." I said and she jumped on my bed grabbing my computer.
"Chile this says next Monday. It's Friday get up." She smacked her lips closing my computer.
"Bro I was almost finished." I whined kicking my feet.
"You can finish it when we get back." She pulled my arms up making me stand up.
"Go put some clothes on so we can leave. My appointment at 7:00." She said walking out my room.
I sighed walking over to my closet. I put on my red polo jacket, blue jeans with rips on the knees and my white forces.
I went into the bathroom making sure my hair looked good and put my necklaces then grabbed my purse putting my phone and airpods inside.
"Where's Jania?" I asked coming down the steps seeing Mariah standing at the door dancing.
"I don't know probably with our daddy." She shrugged and I nodded walking outside behind her.
My mama had three kids Mariah, Jania and me. Jania and Mariah have the same daddy and I have a different one. Luckily they get to see their daddy whenever they want, mine got locked up when I was 10.
It was my birthday whenever the police busted into the house and took him. My mama said she would never forgive him for the trauma he caused me. I knew exactly why the police came to get him.
I was at his house for the weekend and everything was going good until someone started knocking on the door. He opened it and some woman and man walked inside.
My step mama pulled me closer to her once everything started popping off, all of a sudden shots went off and both of their bodies dropped to the ground.
I was so shocked seeing my daddy kill people in front of me. I started crying in my step mama arms as my daddy pulled their bodies somewhere downstairs.
I understand why my mama feels like that but I forgave him. There's no point of me being mad at him for a mistake that happened 10 years ago. He still calls me and sends me notes about how he's sorry till this day for that.
Even though I feel like that, I still feel somewhat how my mama feels as well. It did traumatize me but I learned to forgive but not forget about it. I'm not the type to hold grudges but everyone wants me to hate this man for that.
