Alright, If you added my snapchat you probably know that I have a lot of books I wrote that are getting published in 2016.
One of them is Skyler. Skyler was written like 3 years ago and was on here but will be taken down because it's shitty. It's getting redone. I need yall to read a small sample of it and give honest feedback. Remember, it's a difference between real and rude so comment wisely. Don't steal my shit neither, this mf copyrighted 4 those who didn't know that.
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"Momma, no, I don't wanna do it!" Skyler screamed and cried, as she tried to run away from her mother. Kimari smacked her in her left cheek, sending her flying across the room. She walked over to her and towered over her tiny body. Skyler balled up, begging, and crying, praying this time would be nothing like the others."Momma, please don't!" Skyler choked out. Kimari pointed her long, false fingernail in her face. "You a nine year old girl! You do what the fuck I tell yo ass to do! Now, get the hell up and make this mothafuckin money!" She hollered, getting even more pissed by the second. When it was money to be made, it was no tears and no time to waste in her book.
"Momma!" Skyler screamed at the top of her lungs. Kimari snatched her up by her neck and smacked her upside her head. Sky knew her cries were useless but they couldn’t be controlled at that very moment. "Girl, shut the fuck up! Let a mothafuckin’ police knock on this damn door! Now get the hell up!" Kimari screamed, throwing Skyler back on the floor. Skyler slowly stood and leaned against the wall, glaring at her mother and crying. Kimari walked over to her and wiped tears from her eyes using her thumb. "You beautiful, baby." She said before pecking her daughter's lips. She moved her long brown hair from her face. "You gon’ make this money like you supposed to?” She softly asked. "Yes momma." Skyler mumbled. Kimari kissed her cheek. "That's my girl." She said.
"Why do I gotta do this? It hurts so, so bad momma." Skyler said. "You a hoe, baby girl. Hoes do what gotta be done to eat. Ok? So, let me get you cleaned up and smelling good so you can go work." Kimari answered her. "Why I gotta be a hoe?" Skyler asked. Kimari smacked her across her face. "Because you are what I say you are. You a hoe, aight? You ain't gone ever amount to nothin. You better get on board and learn how to get paid using what you got. Shit, you a stupid bitch who ain't shit but a hoe and hustla. Lay there, take that lil pain, suck you a lil dick, then get them Franklins. You hear me girl?" She asked. Skyler slowly nodded her head. Her momma was just trying to let her know, the niggas out there weren’t about to hold their tongues with her and they were gonna say everything they could think of to put her down. Her age didn’t earn her any pity when it came to the streets. She had to be ready.
"Now come on here." She denmanded, switching past her. Skyler followed her to the small bathroom. She watched her mother run a hot bubble bath. "Now take your clothes off and get in." Kimari instructed. Skyler took her raggedy big tee shirt off, her training bra, then her purple panties. She got in, wincing in pain as the hot water burned the fresh wounds that covered her small thighs. After her bath, Kimari helped get her dressed in a tight black dress and black heels to match, curled her hair, puts red lipstick on her lips. All of this made her look much older than what she really was, not that it mattered to the sick ass niggas who had a thing for little girls. She handed her a blade then watched her hide it under her dress like she had taught her then planted a kiss on her cheek. "Let's go hoe." She said. Skyler followed her to the front. Kimari opened the door and let her pimp in. "Hey Baby girl." He smoothly said. She watched in fear as he analyzed her body. "Yeah, Kimari, I can do some shit with this one. Hey baby." He said, looking at her overdeveloped breasts. "She yours tonight." Kimari said. "Come on, baby girl." Money smoothly said to her. He didn't give a damn about those tears. He just wanted the money and her body. He knew for a fact she would be his best on the streets. He had absolutely no doubts about that. "Baby, it's fine. Make momma money." Kimari said as she pulled Skyler's arm. Skyler walked over to Money. He wrapped his arm around her. She slowly stepped back, mentally begging the Lord to spare her. "Let's go baby." He said. Skyler followed him out of her house, bracing herself for the pain she'd been enduring from the time she was barely seven. This was her life and was all she knew was how to hustle. It was a fucked up situation but her mother had been raised the same way so in her mind, that was life and the only way to go. To her, it was either hustle or starve, period. And she planned to instill that in her daughters brain at a young age so it would always stick.
Years Later; Present Day
Skyler
"Rodney, no!" I scream, running from this crazy mothafucka. My momma hooked me up with him when I was thirteen and he was nineteen because he was getting money and giving it to me. It was instant cash. I don't want nothing but money from him. This man defines crazy. He’s mad cause he caught me snooping around in his pockets. If I popped it open for the money, best believe I’m about to spend it. That’s what he fails to realize. He yanks me to the floor by my hair then kicks me in my face. "Girl, who told you to go through my mothafuckin shit?" He growls. "Don't be hollering at me! Yo breath stank! And I told you I was hungry and I ain't got no got damn money cause you take it and spend it up on your friends and these lil other hoes!" I holler back, throwing punches. Who the hell does he think he is? He slams me to the wall. Pain instantly begins to take over my body but that don’t change how messed up he got me right about now. "Girl, who yo ol retarded ass think you talkin' to?" he yells. "Bitch, am I talkin to myself?" I sarcastically ask. He draws back and pops me in my jaw. "Fuck!" I scream, falling and holding it. I stare at the blood in the palm of my hand. Man, I’m so tired of this. "Watch how the hell you talk to me." He says, then leaves the room. I curl into a ball and let the tears fall. This that bullshit I hate but it's whatever. If you wanna continue to get paid in this life, you gotta take a lil bit of pain from here and there. My momma always told me that. This is life. It's been how it is since I was a kid and I'm eighteen now. It ain't like it's new to me. I fight back sometimes but it really doesn’t solve much. I'll be this way until the day I die.
I walk to the bathroom to wash the blood off my face. I comb my hair then put some lip gloss on my lips. Regardless of what I have going on, I’m not going anywhere looking rough. I grab my purse and phone then walk outside to my Camaro. Of course, I didn’t pay for it. Everything is in Rodney’s name. I go make money off my body, give some to him, and he handles the rest of it. I’m about to go talk to my momma. She said she knows a way I can make some side money and I wanna know what's up with it. A little extra hundreds ain't ever hurt hurt nobody.
I just got to Panera Bread. This ain't really my cup of tea but whatever. I walk inside and order some soup and a drink. I walk over to a booth to wait for my momma. Here her ratchet ass come now. She has a blue bandeau bra on with her big ass titties hanging out the top, some black leggings with no panties under so her ass jumping everywhere, and some gamma blue 11s on her feet. I shake my head and laugh, watching this geeky white dude stare like he ain't ever seen an ass like that. He probably hasn’t. My momma is pitiful. She looks a mess. She is too old for all of that but I can't blame her, she trying to get her bands up. She smiles at him then rubs her thigh. She stops walking then pulls a card out of her bra and hands it to him. He's probably married to a beautiful white woman. That man don't want no ghetto black woman. She switches over to my table then sits across from me. "You do too much." I say, shaking my head at her. "Girl, shut up. I need me a white man to pay my bills." "What you want?" I ask, getting straight to the point. She sounds stupid as hell talking about gold digging a white man. That has nothing to do with me, therefore I don't care. I didn’t come here to hold a personal conversation with her, I’m ready to talk money. She can be so ridiculous sometimes. "Damn, hoe I'm still yo momma." She raises her voice, looking at me crazy. I roll my eyes. I hate when people get in public and decide to make a scene. I swear she be doing way too much. "Whatever." I say. She rolls her eyes. I don’t really care about her catching an attitude. I’m two seconds away from getting up and walking out of here. “I know these girls who throw the livest parties in California, right? They tip big. All you gotta do is dance and if they want it, go to the back room and do whatever they want no matter what it is because it’ll be worth it.” She says. I raise my eyebrow. “If it’s such a great opportunity, how come you ain’t doing it?” I ask. She ain’t fooling nobody. She wouldn’t turn down big money if Obama wanted it so she ain’t slick as she thinks. It’s more to what these broads want at their party. "Cause I wanted to give you a chance to try more and I'm booked for the night." She says. "What you getting into?" I ask . She smirks. I’m not smiling. I’m here for business. "That's for me to know and you to not. See, stay in a child's place." She says. Dang, she saying that like she didn’t have me hustling harder than half of these hoes, her included when I was a child.
"I'm eighteen." I say. "These men... I dance for them a lot. I Don't know what they do but they rich so I don’t care If you good, they'll send you home with a duffel bag of money just for coming. All you gotta do is dance, flirt, get naked, give them what they want, then wala, you walk off with a bag full of hundreds." She says. "This is way more interesting than some girls." I say. "Yeah. They call me all the time. They around your age and a few older but shit, money is money." She says, shrugging her shoulders. I grab her hand. "Ma, put me on." I say. "Naw. You ain't ready for big girl business yet." she says. I roll my eyes. "I'm a hustler. Don’t you remember all that shit you used to tell me?" I ask "Your temper is too quick. They don't tolerate none of that." she says. "Aight. Just put me on." I say. She stares at me for a moment. "Let me call him and see if it's ok." She says. I smile. She walks away from our table then outside. I pick at my food. Dang, it feels like I’ve been waiting forever. She walks back. “Can I? I ask. "Yeah. I gotta rest up for this night. Bye." She says. I nod my head and continue to eat my soup and watch her walk off. I’ve done so much in my lifetime but it’s something about tonight that scares me but then again has my hopes up. I gotta put the negatives to the side and get this money.
1 - The Night
Skyler
it's late as hell. It's 11:37 and I just got home. The party don't start until twelve. I open the door and tip toe in. "Where you been?" Rodney immediately asks me. I jump and turn around only to see him sitting on the couch with a tennis racket in his hand ."Dang, Rodney you scared me! And I was with my momma." I lie. "You was with yo momma all day?" He asks as if I didn't say that. "That's what I said, ain't it?" I sarcastically ask, rolling my eyes., He chuckles. "Why you lie so much, Sky?" He asks. "I ain't lying to you." I say. "I talked to yo momma. You ain't been with her for nothin but thirty minutes today. So, where you been?" He growls. I stare at him. If I lie, he'll beat shit from me. If I tell the truth, he'll still beat shit from me just because I lied. "Shopping." I say. "Bitch, do I look retarded? You ain't been at no store all day then come back empty handed!" He yells. I roll my eyes and turn my head and wipe the single tear rolling down my face. "Look at me when I'm talkin to you." He says. I turn around and look at him. "I ain't asking again. Where you been?" He growls. "I was getting my hair and nails done and you didn't even notice! I wasn't feeling too good so I went to a hotel and got some sleep where it's peace and quiet and where I didn’t have to hear your mouth!" I scream at him. He jumps up and throws me to the wall then towers over me. I look down at my hands "Come on, Rodney, please... not tonight." I beg.
"Who told you to leave and spend up money?" He snarls. "Nobody did, baby I'm sorry! Please don't!" I start begging. "Please don't? Bitch!" He hollers before smacking me in my nose. I scream and fall over, holding it as my hands fill with my blood. He grabs his tennis Racket. I jump up and start running. "Rodney, Please!" I scream. He grabs my hair then slams me into the window behind the dinner table. The glass shattered all around around me. I scream out in pain as I manage to the front door. “Stop!” I scream, snatching the front door opem. I continue to run until I can’t hear his footsteps or loud threats anymore. I bend over on the corner and attempt to catch my breath. “You thought you was going somewhere?” he asks. I look up at his bloodshot red eyes. "Please, Rodney.” I beg, walking backwards. He draws back and snacks me in the face with his tennis racket. I fall down, screaming and crying as he continues to beat on me with it. Of course, my screaming means nothing to the people out here. To them I'm just another dumb bitch getting her ass beat by her nigga. Plus, this isn’t the first time something like this has happened to me out here. It’s nothing new to the neighbors and of course, nobody in the hood is about to call the police. He yanks me up by my hair. "Now bitch get up and bring yo ass back home!" He growls in my ear. I slowly stand up, wiping the blood off of my legs. I follow behind him. We go back to the house. He lights a cigarette. "Now I gotta spend some damn money on a window! Bitch, go get that damn wood and hammer and board that shit up!" He demands. I wipe my tears and stand up. "Come to bed. Don't worry bout the window, I'll deal with it." He says. Fuck... I gotta go make my money. I follow him to our bedroom. "I'm still bleeding. Let me go get myself together." I mumble. "You gone be bleeding some more if you don't get over here and handle me.” He says. I sigh and get in the bed. He pulls it out of his pants. I hate that nasty looking thing he calls a penis. I get on my knees and go to town with it. I finish him off then look at him. He rubs my head. "That's the girl I like. Go to sleep." He says. I roll over and lay by myself. He pulls me on him and kisses my neck. "I love you." He whispers in my ear. . "I love you too." I say.
I feel my phone vibrating. I look and see it’s my momma. Shit! His arms get tighter around me. After a while, he loosened up. He rolls over with saliva rolling down his face and he's snoring. I slowly get out the bed and grab my purse and duffel bag then my keys. I don't even have time to get rid of the blood. I just gotta go. I go grab a towel then quickly leave the house, get in my car, put the towel on the seat to keep blood off, then pull off crying. "The hell is wrong with me?" I ask myself, shaking my head at how stupid I am. I ain't shit.
My momma calls me. "Hello?" I answer "Girl, are you crazy? Where are you? We at the hotel waiting for you so the driver can take us to the mansion, remember? Time is money to them!" She goes off. I roll my eyes. "Ma... I... I gotta get cleaned up." I choke out, trying not to break down cryng. "What the hell is wrong with you?"she asks. "Nothing. I'm on my way to the hotel. But please tell him to give me just thirty minutes in a room and alone. Please ma." I beg, feeling the tears roll down my cheeks. She sighs. "Ok, Sky, dang! I told you you ain't ready for this big girl shit yet!" She snaps. "You know what, momma don't sit up here-" I stop talking and sigh. "Never mind. I'm coming." I say before hanging up.
I just got to the hotel. I go to the room she told me then knock on the door. A big, buff, bald, and tattooed man in a suit opens the door. "Crystal?" He asks, using my stage name. I put on a fake smile and shake his hand. He looks at my face and bloody arms, legs, and clothes then raises his eyebrow "You sure you the right Crystal?" He asks. Dang, I look that bad. "Yes... Misty's my mother." I say. He steps out the way. I walk into the room and head straight to the bathroom. I stare in the mirror and shake my head. My lip, nose, and face are bloody, I have cuts all over my face, my neck is scratched up and bloody, my arm is bruised,and my hair is a mess Dang. I grab a towel and strip my clothes. I run the water then get in the shower. I grab my make up and cover all these scars and bruises, brush my hair, put some lipstick and eyeshadow on then stare at myself. I'm so ugly to me. I swallow hard and get dressed in my lingerie then put my Nike sweat suit on top of it. I put my Uggs on then brush my teeth. I take one last look at myself then walk out. The guard from earlier looks at me and his eyes buck out of his head. "Dang. Well, your mother and Alfonso are downstairs waiting." He says. I nod my head. He looks like big money. "What's your name?" I ask him. "Jerry." He says. I walk over to him and rub his chest. "I'm married." He says. I feel on the bulge in his pants, staring in his eyes. Yeah, he’s not married for the night. "What your wife don't know won't hurt her." I say, unzipping his pants. "I charge for this. Since it’s your first, I'll give you a discount for $500. You pay when I finish." I say while pulling it out. "Dang, this ain't cool." He says. "Hmm... Can your wife do this?" I ask. I already know the answer to my question and that's no. I get down on my knees. “Naw, chill.” He says. I raise my eyebrow. What kind of man turns something like this down? He shakes his head, digging in his wallet. “Here. You need to chill, Crystal.” He says, handing me the money. I count and it's 10 crisp one hundred dollar bills. "I see your type every single day. I know why you did that. Take that money, ok? You ain't gotta put a price on your body for no money. Let tonight be the last time." he says. I roll my eyes. "That's the only shit I'm good at." I say. He shakes his head "Naw. You gotta find your gift. This ain’t it. Come on." He Says. I go brush my teeth then walk out with him. He walks me to a car where an Indian man is dressed in a suit and my mom is in the car. "Hello, Crystal. I am Alfonso." He introduces himself. I shake his hand then move out his way. He opens the door. I slide in next to my momma. "What's going on?" she asks. "Nothing... Just Rodney getting mad like he always do." I say. Alfonso pulls off. "What happened?" She asks. “Everything is so terrible. I'm not attracted to him, I'm attracted to his money. So, every time we have sex I'm turned off and I have to act. He always beats me and when I try to fight back he just beats me some more. I know it’s life but I feel so weak. I feel like I'm in a corner and I don’t know how to get out of it. I want to leave so bad… but if I leave he’ll kill me and nobody else will want somebody like me.” I vent to her as tears roll down my face. I'm really good with keeping everything together but I'm human and I'm hurt. "Baby, that's part of the life you live." she says. "I'm fed up ma." I tell her. She sighs. "Continue to take his money." She says. I shake my head. "He loves you, ok baby?" She asks. I nod my head and sigh. I knew she’d say that. I'm at the point where the money doesn’t even mean shit to me anymore. "Yeah." I say, getting lost in my thoughts. I really don’t know what love is but I’m sure that ain’t it. I’m so tired of it but I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.
