For Him I'll Risk It All

4. hustle

~ To be successful you have to hustle
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Rashiid's Pov:

I was drifting of into a deep slumber, when my phone began to ring. I picked up my phone to see who was calling me.

*Tahani💗.

What does this little girl want.

I couldn't be asked to talk to anyone but when it came to my little sister I always answered the phone.

'what do you want' I groaned whilst answering her call.

'ayee my big bro RS una'

'Tahani don't ever say that again in your life'

'ugh whatever'

'anyways talk man what do you want'

'well basically I have my parents evening tomorrow and you need to be there thanks'

'oh for fucks sake man why me'

'you do remember that your my legal guardian right'

'ugh, what time'

'6:45'

'kl i'll be there'

'yay love youu'

'yh love you too now fuck off'

'6:45 remember-'

I hung up before she could even finish. I obviously had to remember.

Anything to do with Tahani I was there, that little girl was my weakness. I fought hard to keep her alive.

I hustled for her.

I guess it all started when I was around 15. My older brother was murdered by his 'bsf' cause he stole mad amounts of money and coke. It messed up my mum badly but my mum was the type of person who tried to resolve thing her self and talk to people about how they should live with love, peace, the bible, forgiveness all that shit. But that.

That's what got her killed.

The same boy who cold-bloodily killed my brother, killed my mum too.

After that day, I was never the same. I began killing like it was normal. Every time I murked someone It felt good and I never regretted it. Especially when it was my 'Dad '.

*FLASHBACK*

03/03/2014

'PLEASE GET OF ME DAD STOPPP'

'You wanna be disrespectful yh, ill show you how disrespectful I can get'

'Dad please let go of me, your hurting me'

'SHUTUP YOU UNGRATEFUL PIECE OF SHIT'

'please dad'

'YOU STUPID BRAT! stop talking before I kill you'

'dad please'

I stood behind the door not knowing what to do. But every time I heard my sister beg I grew angrier and angrier. I reached into my school bag and pulled out my gun and checked to see how much bullets I had.

I placed my index finger on the trigger and continuously flicked the guard hoping that he would stop before I put a shot through his brain.

'BITCH I'LL SEND YOU TO THE GRAVE WITH YOUR MUM AND BROTHER'