The P.K

seventeen

cydney.

Cydney walked inside of the hair salon deciding to get something different.

Graduation was only a week away and less time for her leaving this dysfunctional ass family.

"Cydney what do you want today?"

"Hmmmm new hair color."

rakim.

Rakim was in the club just thinking about what happened earlier.

"Rakim."

Rakim lifted his head up speaking to the man.

"What's up man, long time no see." He dapped the man up.

"Man you look stressed out, what's up?"

Rakim sighed.

"I told myself, I knew I was gon' fall in love with her once I got myself in this bullshit."

"In love with who? Cydney?" The man began grinning.

"Yeah." Rakim laughed. "I just want her to know the truth I can't do this nomore."

This job was bringing him down more than ever.

He had his daughter & Cydney in jeopardy.

"It'll be alright. All this shit will hit the fan soon." The man patted his shoulder walking away.

Rakim finished his drink looking down at the second level of the club watching everyone dance.

But someone caught his eye.

He saw her coming up the steps to v.i.p

"Cydney?"

"Oh wassup?" She said bluntly.

"You died ya hair?"

She wasn't a lil snack nomore.

A full course meal.

"Why are you talking to me? I'm like these other bitches right?" She chuckled.

Damn he wasn't use to this attitude.

"Man I apologize-"

"Fuck your apology nigga."

Cydney wasn't the nice little preachers kid anymore.

She was cut throat and wasn't taking anymore bullshit.

Especially after giving her most valuable thing to a nigga that she thought didn't give a fuck about her.

"Have a good night Cydney." Rakim walked away.

"Yeah fuck you!"

cydney.

After getting a little tipsy cydney made it home.

Felisha and Rodney were still arguing over Aiyanna ending up pregnant by him as if cydney didn't know.

She blocked all of it out.

But she was turning down a wrong path.