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Set in the Bronx, BABYGIRL is a bitter-sweet drama about teenager Lena who, since she can remember, has watched her mom Lucy squander her life on a series of deadbeat men. When Victor, her mom's latest boy toy, starts hitting on her Lena sets up an elaborate honey-trap, hoping to show her mom what a scumbag the guy really is. But the plan backfires. Trapped in a twisted love-triangle between Victor and her mom, Lena finally realizes that the only way out is to stand up and finally confront some difficult home truths.

Babygirl Chapter 1 1

Boxes were everywhere. Every square inch of our new living room was covered with a box. Some of the boxes were unopened while others were torn to pieces. That's what happened when you moved and needed something that may be in one of the boxes before you could go through them and put everything away.

For once, my mom was dealing with my crying little brother. I got to have the task of looking for our plates. This chore is one that I took with no problem. It was time she dealt with the monster she created herself instead of making me do it.

I dug through a few boxes without finding what I was looking for. Finally, box number three, I got a break. The pretty, light green, glass plates were sitting in the bottom of the box just waiting to be pulled out and used. "Found them," I called loud enough that my mom could hear me over the screaming baby she was tending to. I hauled the plates from the box and slowly made my way toward the kitchen, careful not to trip on any of the other boxes that were randomly sitting on the floor, in my way.

Our new apartment wasn't much to look at. But, it was home. It was better than living on the streets. At least, that's what I thought. It had a living room, a bathroom, two bedrooms, and a small kitchen. All connected by a hallway. Each room was a different color, even the hallway. We didn't have much to furnish the apartment so it didn't matter that it was small.

Our dining table fit perfectly into one side of the kitchen. There were bags of groceries propped up on top of it, waiting for me. I set the dishes down and took one bag at a time, placing everything where it needed to go.

My mother walked into the kitchen with the crying baby on her hip. "I was going to say they may be dirty," she laughed lightly. I'm shocked they weren't dirty. As much attention as she gives any of the motherly chores around here. I mean, our old place. I guess it can be considered here too, since we live here now.

She placed a box of something on the table. My little brother decided that would be the perfect time to start crying again. "Here, Papi. No, no, you can have it." My mother placed him into his high chair and handed him something. He instantly quit crying.

I wiped down the plates, not wanting to risk using them before I made sure they were sparkling clean. This is just another day in my life. I already knew what today would bring without it happening yet.

The phone rang. My mom didn't even bother to answer it. She pretended that she couldn't hear it. I'm not sure how she was able to ignore it for that long. The sound was too annoying to ignore.

Someone was pressing our button at the front door. I didn't bother answering the phone either as I made my way to the window to see who it was. "It's him," I called over my shoulder to my mom through a sigh. She always had these random guys coming over for hook ups until she got herself knocked up. Now we had to deal with her "baby daddy" drama. That's the price that I get to pay for being born into this family.

She walked into the room where I was standing, looking out of the window, with my brother wrapped up into her arms. "What are you going to do?" I was curious to know how she'd planned to deal with this guy today. But, she didn't answer me.

I walked down the stairs from our apartment door to the front door where my brother's dad was waiting outside. He was banging on the door and yelling. "Let me in! I'm not trying to make any problems. Come on, let me in."

When I swung open the door, resting it against my side, he was standing there with his head leaning against the door frame. "Hey, George." I dragged his name a tiny bit with annoyance that he would show his face here. He didn't seem to notice.

"Hey, Lena." He had his mouth open almost the whole time. He wasn't skinny nor fat, just chubby. He had a goatee that was neatly trimmed and a shaved head.

"She's not here."

"Kid, I just saw her walk in ten minutes ago." He had a half smile playing on his lips. I was sure he was getting angry because he saw past my lie.

"What? You stalking us now? That's not cool George." I rolled my eyes and looked down to make myself feel braver and pitch my voice higher. "Anyway, she left."

"Okay, but, you tell that bitch I know where she lives." He almost shouted as he was telling me the message to deliver to my mother. "No one walks out on - " He was interrupted by my mom saying something through the speaker that I couldn't make out. I was sure it wasn't good either way. "See, that's my son you got up there!" My mother yelled some more over the speaker. This only made George madder. He slammed his hand into the speaker before he pushed by me to make his way to my mother, shoving me aside.

I'm not really sure what happened from there because I stayed outside. I didn't want to be in the middle of their fight. It wasn't my place. All I know is that the cops were called a couple of hours later and George was escorted out of the building in handcuffs. My mother would learn one day to stop hooking up with every single guy she laid her eyes on. . . or not.

I made my way upstairs to our apartment, finding her in the bathroom in front of the mirror above the sink. "I told that bastard if he kept harassing me, I was calling the cops." She was putting on her mascara as she stated this fact.

"Ma, are you okay?" I stood just inside of the bathroom door against the wall and waited for her response.

She looked back and forth between me and the mirror twice before she would answer me. "Yeah, baby," she gave a short soft laugh before she walked past me, caressing my cheek without stopping and switching the bathroom light off, leaving me in the dark. I stayed there in the dark while I listened to her footsteps fade as she walked down the hall. After I was sure she was gone, I went to my room and got comfortable in my bed. Tomorrow is a new day, maybe it will be better than it was today.

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“Set in the Bronx, BABYGIRL is a bitter-sweet drama about teenager Lena who, since she can remember, has watched her mom Lucy squander her life on a series of deadbeat men. When Victor, her mom's latest boy toy, starts hitting on her Lena sets up an elaborate honey-trap, hoping to show her mom what a scumbag the guy really is. But the plan backfires. Trapped in a twisted love-triangle between Victor and her mom, Lena finally realizes that the only way out is to stand up and finally confront some difficult home truths.”
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