Bag Lady:(Book One)

Bag 2- Former Sister (pt 1)

(Jazilyn Aboveeee!)

I sat on my bed and watched Love and Hiphop Of Atlanta, another fight broke out and start laughing..

"Zamnnnn! Beat her ass! Beat her ass girl! Yasss!"

My phone started ringing and I looked down and the name that popped up was....

"Deadbeat Dad" This man haven't talked to me in 3 years, once I became a stripper he caught a little attitude and started feeling ashamed of me so he just didnt coversate to me, but he sends Desireè gifts. He lives in Florida.

I took my phone off the charger and swiped accept to answer.

"Wassup Joey, haven't heard from you in so long!" I said in a happy sarcastic.

His line went silent and all I could hear was deep breathing.

"Joseph Jones? Are you still there my mans?"

I'm childish as fuck!

"Yeah umm how-- how you doin Nessa?"

"Fine, and you"

"Good, I need a favor"

"I had a feeling you wasn't checking up on me, but what is it pops?"

"I need your sister to come down there and stay with you, see she got into some shit and now she need help"

"What kind of shit? And which sister is this, you do have 7 daughters"

"Her boyfriend out to get her, its Jazilyn Your baby sister"

"Dang, I haven't saw Jaz since she was like 12. She moved back there?"

"Yeah, but Janessa can you take her in. I need an answer now I'm on the road."

"Yeah anything for my little sister, when you want her to come?"

"Immediately, I can have her out there on Monday"

"Okay, text me her number too."

"Alright I will, I need you to watch after her, make sure she on her feet and whatever you do, don't let her work at that piece of shit with you"

Well if you don't want her to end up being a hoe, don't send her to me...

"Okay Joey"

He hung up the phone without saying goodbye, I love you, nigga ain't even say thankyou. I just rolled my eyes and continued to watch television.

Monday Morning.

Jazilyn and I entered my condo after I picked her up from the airport. She's really grown now, she's short and light skinned just like me. Her hair is bright red and black in the back. She looks like a smaller version of myself, a little.

"Well make your self at home Jazzy, your room is the third door to the right"

She looked around and gazed at my place, my house is decorated with only the finest things.

"Girl this is nice! Yo furniture is cute" she smiled and set her stuff down.

"This your daughter?" She asked, referring to Desireè's school picture on the wall.

"Yep that's your niece, that's an older picture of her though. She's 8 now." I said taking off my PINK jacket.

"Oooo girl she must look just like her daddy, cause I don't see you in her"

I giggled in a nervous type of way, she did look like the person who fathered her. Out of all the guys there were, the police only caught one and it was the guy I was in the car with, they made him take a DNA test, like that really meant something. His name is Dalonte, Rolante, Kalonte, some shit like that.