From basketball to the streets that's all Dave ever had time for.
He wanted to be the greatest on the court and most respected in the streets
Follow his journey to make both of them happen and of course his journey to finding love
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I was dragged out the car by my dad
"Stop you're fucking hurting me" I yelled trying to get out of his grip as he threw me inside the house causing me to fall on the floor in the foyer
"What in the world is going on in here" My grandma said coming into the foyer with my mother right behind her
"This little whore was out there on some little thug like she has no fucking morals" My dad said as picked me off the floor
"I'm not a whore. He was just my friend and you had no right to do what you did" I yelled
He sent a punch to my face throwing me back on the floor
"Joseph King don't you fucking dare put your hands on my granddaughter ever again or I promise you, you will regret it" My grandma snapped helping me off the floor taking a look at my face
"Why claim a hoe as a granddaughter?" He said
"What did I ever do to you for you not to love me" I yelled
My whole life I always wanted my fathers attention but never got it. He would throw me money yes but down talked me every chance he got. Him and my brothers would always get into it because of the way he talked to me. They would stick up for me but when they left I was alone so that's when Quise started taking me out of my element. My dad hated that I wasn't as shy anymore and that little by little I was starting to talk back. I always wondered why him and my mother never loved me.
"Get your daughter Nacy" My dad said with a stern voice
"You two are a low excuse of parents. Treating Goddess the way ya'll do. She moved out Joseph so you had no fucking right to go find her where she was at. She has more than enough money to make it on her own"
"She doesn't have shit. She needs me and she knows that"
"I don't need anything from you. I have a job and an apartment I've been living in for almost half a year I don't need shit from you" I semi-yelled
"You think that little ass job is going to keep you in the designer shit? No little girl" He laughed
"I don't need designer. I'm not like you. I have no problem buying cheap shit"
"Goddess watch your fucking mouth before I pop you again" He warned
I walked up to him
"Hit me, Hit me like you used to when my mom wasn't home. Hit me how you used to when you would have a bad day" I yelled walking closer
"What do you mean he used to hit you" My mom asked
"Oh you didn't know that the reason my dad never let wear anything besides jeans and long sleeves was to cover up the bruises he would leave on my body? But of course you were never home so it's not like it matter what he did" I said
