Two Souls, One God, And Faith (Urban)

Ch:1 Two Souls, One God and Faith

"Rise and shine Shrell, time for work!". "But ma, it's still early. It's not time yet." "It's going on 9:15. Get up now and start getting ready." Ughhh! It's was one Tuesday morning I'm still laying in my bed, don't wanna get up. But I know if I don't, my mother Leasha will keep coming into my room until I do. "Let me see what's on Facebook". Scrolling through my timeline, I came across a post. "Like my status for a good morning post on your wall and a not going to lie in your inbox." So I liked the post, 5 minutes later I got a notification from Raysean. Clicking on the notification wall post opens.

"Good morning beautiful don't be a stranger." I replied "Good morning to you too." Two minutes later I got a message in my inbox, Raysean messaged me. Let me see what he has to say.
"Not go lie (NGL) you cute, that baby and don't be a stranger." "Thank you and I won't be" I replied. "So what's your name?" "Shrell and yours?" "Raysean. You got a number so I can text you?" "Yes ( 786-326-7583) but I have a boyfriend though."
"We can be friends." "No problem with me, text me." "I'm kind of in the middle of something right now, but as soon as I'm done I will give you a call".
"Alright cool". Putting my Samsung Galaxy phone back on the charger, getting out of my king size bed, heading to my closet. "What should I wear to work today."

I work in the U.S.A Flea Market, that's one of the most ghetto places you can ever go to in Miami-Dade. All you see in there is the same ol' boys trying to talk to every girl that walks by. I call them The flea market boys. Then you will have all the rachet ladies who does hair, but never have their hair done. But as soon as you walk in the building, here they come..... "Hey sweetie you need your hair done today?" I look at them and be like "Bihh!! You don't even have your head done but tryna do mine, naw I'm good boo." Oh, and don't get me started with the chop shop A.K.A the Chinese and Vietnamese nail salon. They are the nastiest people to work with. Don't get me wrong, not all of them are nasty, but most are. They don't clean the shops, reuse the same tools on everyone, don't disinfect the tubs, only use soap and water. On top of that, when people comes in the salon with a fungus on their toenails, they still use the same polish on everyone. THAT'S JUST NASTY !

Me personally, I work with Vietnamese and I can't really stand my boss. Her name is Suzi Ho. Everyone makes fun of her last name because it says "Ho", so everyone gets a good laugh out of it. "SHRLL! Stop day dreaming and move over. I have to get something out of your closet." my litter sister Nah-Nah says with a squeaky voice. "Girl what do you have to get out my closet?" "My shirt that be-be put in there." "Hurry up and get it, I have to finish getting ready for work." I grabbed my clothes, went to the bathroom and took a nice hot steaming shower for about 45 minutes. Brushed my teeth, washed my face, did my hair and put on my clothes. About time I was done with everything, it was 11:30. I have to be at work from 12-9 today. *Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring* "Who can be calling me?" Glanced at my phone, it was Raysean so I picked up the phone.

"Hello, what's up." "Nothing chilling in the jets with my nephew them." "Oh ok are you having fun?"
"Well we're just chilling and talking. If you call that fun, then yes I'm having fun." "What made you ask for my number?"
"I like what I see. You're cute, thick, and I wanted to get to know you better." "I told you I have a boyfriend."
"What? When you told me that? If you would of told me that I wouldn't have asked for your number."
"I did tell you that. Go look in your inbox so you can check yourself." "Anyways what do you have planned for today?"
"Work then straight home, that's it." "Oh yeah where do you work?" "U.S.A Flea Market. I'm a Nail tech, my job is so hard man you don't understand."
"Trust me, I understand. Always remember, things in life is not always going to be easy. Life is hard but it's how you deal with it, what will make it easier or not."
"You're right, but I will text you when I get off work. I'm just walking into the building." "Ok have a good day at work"
"Thank you, I will." Walking into the building, I see my cousin Loran. She's a hair stylist here. "Hey Shrell how you been?"
"I been good. I see you have a full house today, I see you doing your thing." "Haha Shrell you real funny. God just be blessing me and I thank Him for everything. With out him I won't be right here today."
"I know you're right. God is good. You should always put him in everything you do and you will see how he will bless it, you just have to call on him. Take care, I have to head over to Suzi shop."
"Okay. Before you go, I need my feet done. How many clients do you have today?" "Oh umm, I have to see. I didn't go to the shop yet. You know I will still squeeze you in any time." "Ima let you get going."

Just entering the shop, setting up my station, taking out all of my polishes. I only use Essie and O.P.I, they are my favorite polishes. My first client came for a mani, pedi, and wax. Second client came for two mani's and one pedi. Third client came for a full set with nail art designs. My day was going so good until my boyfriend Eden came up here with the b.s. "SHRLL COME HERE NOW!" "Ed, you know I'm at work." Ed is my boyfriend. We've been in a relationship for three and a half, going on four months now. For some reason in my heart, I feel like he is not the one for me.

Ed and I met at the corner store by my mother Leasha's house in Brownsville A.k.A Brown Subs. When I was in the store ordering a steak and cheese sub, Ed and some of his homeboys walked in after me. Ed goes to the front and asks for one pack of 1882 and two black and milds. He turns to look my way. In my head I'm like "Nigga don't look my way. I do not like light skin boys, they only think about themselves. He's light brown with a short medium fro, weighs about 185 pounds. He had a nice look with a fat nose and a big forehead. Other then that, he was picture taking wise. Grabbing my food heading to the cashier so I can pay.
"Will that be all, Ms?" "Yes." "$6.00 dollars." Reaching into my pockets I take out a $10 dollar bill. Getting my change, walking out the door Ed stops me.
"What's your name?"
Glanced at him and just kept it moving.
"Can I walk with you?"
"Well you're already walking with me now, so why bother to ask? I'm just saying."
"Man you got a mouth on you."
"No I don't, that's just how I talk. I keep it real and don't sugar coat anything. So if you feel that way, I can't stop your feelings."
"Um I hear you. Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No and I'm not looking for one either. I don't like light skin boys, y'all are too conceited."
"We can be friends."
And from friends we started dating. Don't ask me how, I don't even know.
"Ed, why you up here?" "Aye yo, some niggas came to my house last night after you left and started shooting at us!"

"What!, hold on for a second. Do you really think I will have some niggas come up to your house and shoot it up? Wtf I'm your girlfriend. Think little boy, you have so much beef in the streets. You know, just like I know and everyone else knows. People want your head because of the people you hang with. Before I saw you in the store, I didn't know of you. So why would I have niggas come shoot you? Man you tripping, I'ma talk to you when I get home."
"Naw man I wanna talk now."
"Ed look, the guys I be around did not shoot at you. Now go, Ima talk to you later. Or get your self put out, pick and choose wisely." Before Ed and I started dating, I didn't know he was in a gang. He's a real street boy and fresh out of prison. It's crazy how people don't tell you everything about them until you're in a deep relationship with them. Ever since then, my life has been a living hell. Every time I go around him, he thinks I'm going to set him up and tell my homeboys where he lays his head. I'm getting tired of it. Let me break it down to you better . Okay I'm from the hood, and where I'm from its either you lay down or get down. Hoods beefing with hoods. At a certain time of night, you can't even walk outside because you might get caught up in a drive by shooting. Bullets have no eyes. I'm from the hood called The Porka Beans A.k.A the beans

My boyfriend Eden is from around the corner. He is beefing with my homeboys that lives in the same projects as him, that's just crazy. Welcome to the heart of Miami where everything goes down. Lives getting took because alot of young souls are trying to play God. Then you will have the other 40% in jail. The rest are trying to make it out of the hood. Ever since my boyfriend found out I hang with the boys up the street, our relationship took the first class to hell. What am I supposed to do? Stop messing with them? I grew up with all of them since jit days, I can't change up on them.

Now all we do is fuss and fight he will talk to other girls and lie about it. But your girl here is not stupid. I will sit and play dumb right along with you. Next thing you know, I will disappear on you like I never knew you. Walking back to my desk where I work.
"Shrell calm your nerves, stop worrying about him" That's what I keep repeating to myself. God please send someone in my life that's good for me and only me. I know he's not the one
for me.