《Fell For You》13. "He's always there"
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Chelle
" So how are you hmm?"
After checking up on Megan, the baby, MIkey, and the beautiful three additions to the family the other day
Nasir dropped me off at Mama Rosemary's house to visit Daisy a few days later
"fine. Do you hate me for what I did Chelly?"
I pulled her onto my lap as we sat and listened to the music quietly " No. I am not upset i'm worried about you thats all.. I just want you to tell me whatever you are comfortable with."
she rubbed her arms breathing evenly " I feel like no one cares about me.
My dad doesn't want me said so himself. I barely see Hakeem and Dominic. Nasir is being more of a dad then a brother and I just miss my big brother. You don't remember me at all, the girls at my private school hate me, and my mom thinks I'm so fragile lately that anything will break me like her marrying Dominic's real dad"
Married??? Dominic Dad?
She stared up at me and saw the confusion in my face
"Oh let me catch you up real quick I keep forgetting it's been awhile
"So here's the tea....
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(I wasn't getting into that again💀)
"And that's pretty much it. Hakeem is the true successor to Dads empire and Doms our half brother well I guess step brother now since their married"
I nodded my head taking all of that in
" So what made you follow us all the way to the Bahamas just to talk to me"
" because you always just know what to say when I need it.
I smoothed her hair back as I parted another section getting ready to braid it " can you tell me how you got those marks"
"When I told my momma after we came back from Hawaii and she saw it she went down to the school and cussed them out so bad that she is now in the process of buying it and firing every single staff there."
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As she should
" but I'm assuming my dad ruined peoples family, lifestyle, whatever because every time they would press that hot blade on my skin it was "because your father... I got tormented because of my father... someone who doesn't give a shit about what happens to me"
She says I always know what to say but I have no clue what to say to her right now. She's going through something physically and mentally traumatic at such a young age that will have a great impact on her well into her adulthood and she expects me to say something to just make everything ok.
"Fuck your dad" I let whatever came to mind first come out cause it's really fuck her dad right now. He acting like a real pussy ass bitch at his big Jurassic age
Daisy looked stunned " huh?"
I raised my brow at her like I stuttered
" but that's my dad tho..."
"Do you feel like he's acting like a dad ?"
She was quiet as she thought about it seriously " I don't even know what a dad should act like.... I barely know him. He could be a whole stranger to me honestly. How was your dad like Chelle?" She stared at me waiting for a response as it brought a small smile to my face remembering him when I was around nine years old
I was in my room staring at my beautiful painting I just did when Michael came running into the room to bother me
"Twin get out."
"Chelle. Come play with me and Siah you been in here all day painting. Pops coming home soon too come on now" he mugged me as I put my brushes in a cup of water and closed my paint palette that daddy gave me for my birthday."
I let out the biggest sigh " ohkayyy"
" finally! Siah she coming!"
I ran downstairs to put my shoes on and then go outside to get my scooter to follow behind Siah and Mikey on their bikes.
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We were going to go to the park because that's where we usually go when Siah is the one watching us when mama and daddy are at work.
"Slow down!" They always leave me behind that's why I told daddy I needed a new bike Josiah's old janky scooter was not cutting it at all. I was pumping my legs fast trying to catch up to them till I finally made it to the park
"You always the last one Chelle.. slow self" Mikey laughed as he took his helmet off
" the park two blocks down from our house and you sweating like a pig Mikey be quiet"
Josiah laughed as he took the basketball off his bike going towards his group of friends " alright I'm going to play some ball with the guys. Mikey watch Chelle and Megan"
I looked at the swings and saw Megan already here waiting for Me. So I ran towards her leaving them in my dust.
" hey bestie!" She looked down in the dumps and. I know why
"Hey girl...I got a question. Do you think Travis really likes Skye.. like not like a friend but likes likes her"
Travis was booty ugly I don't know why Megan was even worried about someone so ugly. Let alone worked about boys in the first place. She know unc Art will beat that lil boy up. Mikey in love self will beat that boy. Even my daddy will trip that ugly boy up a little
"Meg who cares about Travis ugly self forreal please humble yourself"
"Girl whatever. What you want to do?" She waved me off as we were walking around the playground. We stared at each other and ran straight to the group of girls in our neighborhood that had long jump ropes
Double ditching, singles, etc you gotta be quick on your feet to stay on the court. I wasn't the best but I was getting there. Meg had quick feet lemme tell you she had it down pack.
We were on the court jumping rope forming a crowd around us. Until we heard their voices coming closer
"Clear the Area! It's my go!" I turned my neck quick seeing my dad and uncle Art coming on the court to bother us before they go play basketball with my brothers
"Hi daddy! Hi unc!" Me and Meg both said. We stopped jumping running towards them greeting them both
I was laughing cause my unc had two left feet could barely jump correctly but my dad mama my dad was my world.
To me he could do anything and do no wrong
" Come on princess let's show em what we got!" He yelled as he grabbed my hand and we started getting ready to jump in. Al I could remember was a big smile on my face as we got ready to jumped in
I cleared my throat answering her question " Before he got sick, even when he found out he was he was there. If I ever needed him I know I could count on him to always be there."
" yea. That's something I don't have with my father." Daisy was already down in the dumps and I don't think I'm making it better
" I'll be there. If you ever need me. To talk to, go shopping, vent about school, or just to be a body to cry on. I'll be there for you Daze."
For the first time since I got here I finally got to see a genuine smile form on her face when she talked to me
" thank you Chelle."
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Yes I know long overdue but it's here!
Is Daisy going to cut all ties from her father?
What's up with Chelle and Nasir are they getting closer then ever ???
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Shes backkk... I took to long on this update 😭
Sorry for any grammatical errors
Fran💕
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