Dear Drama by Braya Spice

far too lenient, and that had put my daughter in harm’s way. I couldn’t let anything like that ever happen again. Judging from the fact that she would put her hands on a three-year-old, she truly had to be a piece of shit. If I was able to forgive myself for that mistake, it would take a long-ass time. I didn’t know if I was going to let Greg see Sierra again after this. He should have been more aware and more careful about the company he kept, especially around his daughter. And if I did let him see her again, that bitch would have to be out of his life.

Chapter 11
    I was too hurt, too disappointed. Disappointed in myself. Someone had harmed my child. Something I swore would never happen. Greg had been calling my phone nonstop, but I refused to answer. It was just as much his fault as it was mine and hers. He should have known what type of woman was around his daughter.
    I just looked at my sister blankly at my mother’s house. For over an hour we had drilled Sierra on what went down with Angel, asking her if anyone else had harmed her. She told us no. According to Sierra, her daddy wasn’t there when Angel whipped her.
    Sierra didn’t have her mind on it anymore after my mother asked her to help her make some candles. My mother was always making different types of crafts since she had retired from working in housekeeping at the Hyatt Regency Hotel in Long Beach.
    I was pretty much quiet.
    My sister had brought some fried catfish and shrimp. I had no appetite, but Sierra, my mother, and Crystal grubbed down. Sierra loved her some shrimp. I was just happy that she was in good spirits and was no longer upset about what had happened.
    Afterward, my mother set up her easel, and Sierra did some water painting. She was so played out after that, she ended up falling asleep on my mother’s bed.
    My sister took one look at me and said, “Come on, littele sister, you need a drink.”

    We went to Market Street Bar And Grill in Inglewood. Over a rum and Coke, ’cause I needed something strong, I reflected on my fucked-up situation. The family I wanted for my daughter, I didn’t have. In fact, my family was just as dysfunctional as the one I grew up in before my daddy died. Scratch that. It was more dysfunctional than my mother and father’s. My father used to beat the shit out of my mother and cheat on her like hoes were going out of style. So she left him. A year later he died in a bus accident. Not the traditional way. My dad was a loser. He used to break into parked buses and sleep in them. Someway he managed to set himself on fire inside a bus.
    My situation continued to be dysfunctional because Greg was still in my life, wreaking havoc. The worst thing about it was the fact that Sierra was from a broken home, and it bothered me because I had done my best to avoid this from happening by trying to make it work with Greg. But it was healthier to leave him. I didn’t want to say I regretted having Sierra, because I didn’t. I just wished that I had chosen a better partner than Greg. But the things he subjected me to, he’d promised me he never would. Then I thought about Lavante. Another man I had wasted my time on, because he didn’t really want me. He just wanted pussy. He probably messed around with me to make his old ass feel young. And now I was alone yet again.
    â€œI know you bothered by what you going through. But it wasn’t your fault, so you need to forgive yourself.”
    I instantly started crying. “I made the wrong choice in men, Crystal, and I feel like I’m going to spend the next fifteen years paying for it. I never wanted things to be like this. I’m alone, a single parent struggling to make it. I’m literally living from paycheck to paycheck. I’m lonely, horny! I could go on and on.”
    Crystal started laughing at the horny part.
    â€œNo. Serious. I’m a fucking mess!”
    â€œGirl, if you don’t knock it