'Chantelle wake up,'
I rubbed my eyes and yawned to see Kelvin standing there staring at me, he was already fully dressed & looked like he was ready, his swag was on point not even going to lie. I looked around & frowned. My dream was good, it was me, Mum & Dad in america, Jordan & Zeena were doing their own ting *yawns* and I was rich and famous and lived in a mansion, Shaw and his crew werent in it, it was perfect. Buh' then obviously i woke up to reality. Life. I got up and just stared at Kelvin for a few split seconds.
Kelvin : Dont just look at me, go and take a shower, we've got some jobs to do.
Me : When are you going to tell me what these jobs are? 😕
Kelvin : When we get there.
Me: Get where?
Kelvin: Wag1 with this questions doe?
Just make yourself look sexy. In fact, make yourself look like a slag. 😁😁
Me: NO. I want to go home, I'm hungry. I havent got no clothes. ✋🏾
Kelvin: Chantelle, what more do you want? I gave you shelter, protection, what more do you want for fuck sake.👿
Me :...🚶🏽
Kelvin: Listen yeah, im sorry. All of this is stressing me out too.
Me:....
Kelvin: So what you going to air me now
Me: Sorry.
Kelvin: Good girl. Now give me a hug and make yourself look nice. Your clothes are on the bed. The bathroom is in that little room, heres a toothbrush,face towel and another towel.
And with that I gave Kelvin a hug , he left and then I checked out my clothes. It was extra slutty, boob tube, extra tight leggings, it was the shit that hookers would were. I shrugged, hopefully I could go yard & get a few decent things when I finish this 'job'. I went into the little room which was the bathroom. It was nothing special. Little mirror, tiny shower and a small sink#. I got my things out for my school bag, thank fuck i brought my essentials. I washed my face & done a quick shower. Afterwards; I washed my hair put it in a tight curly bun, done my makeup and put on my clothes. I went back into Kelvins room sat on the bed & waited for him to come and get me.
I turned on my bb & didnt have any messages or ting except a few from Letisha asking me bare questions. I wanted to tell her where I was, I wanted her to come & get me, I missed her. I'd rather be in school facing Monique and the bitches everyday then having to be here.
But you know what really hurt the most? The fact that Jordan , MY OWN BROTHER, had gone against me, he hadnt even bothered texting me, calling me, not even try to even contact me. He probally wouldnt even care that i was with the E.L.C. But you know what? Fuck him, some brother, snake, dickhead', wasteman. I didnt need him. It was peak for him anyways, considering the fact i was the E.L.C. HA.
I listened to some Sneakbo when someone called me:
'Me and you we are going on a holiday'
? - Chantelle , why have you been ignoring my calls.
I checked my phone to see that Mum was on the phone. My heart dropped. Shit. 😳😱 What do I say, do I tell her. Fuck.Me : Mum.
My voice started croaking, I missed her so much.Mum:Honey,why havent you been answering my calls?
Me: i've been busy, phones been off, I'm sorry.
Mum:Whats happened?
Me: What do you mean 'what's happened'?
Mum: Between you and your siblings, why aren't you talking?
Me: I...I..I dont know.
Mum: Sort this out, in fact let me talk to Zeena or Jordan.
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Teen FictionThis is a story about how easily boys,sex and drugs can turn a girl based in south east London explicit sexual content.