The Real Boss

Chapter 3- Prayer Needed?

Cashmire POV

I sat in my twin size bed across from my sisters empty bed. i had in headphones listening to slow jams studying for my english final. Since I wasn't into rap or anything like that I was listening to my favorite song Ciara- And I. Times like this I wished I wasn't single ,but I want to make it out the hood and live a different life then the people around me and in my neighborhood and family. I see Yasmine falling into a fucked up path with whatever faze she was going thru I wish I could prevent. I'm not a goody too shoes so who am I to talk. Then a thought accord to me I been coming at getting a boo the wrong way I'm going to talk to the man upstairs.

"Man God- wait no -Stratch that-Dear Lord I need a boo, no I need a man one that would appreciate me and treat me like a woman and not a common hoodrat. Im talking about a thug that"ll shoot a someone then open the door for me , you feel me? The type of nig-

" HAHAHAHA WHAT THE HELL, now I see why you dont leave the house you to busy praying for a nigga oh lawd!" Yasmine walked in the room obviously drunk and high.

"Girl shut up mama just got off from work , you gone wake her up!" I said annoyed by her being so inconsiderate.

"Girl I dont give fuck, you acting like I care." she said she was constantly arguing with my mother like they were strangers on the street, when she had no reason to be angry with her.

"Yasmine take yo disrespectful drunk ass to sleep" I said in a dismissive tone

Yasmine POV

I'm sick of this bitch and her arrogant attitude and me being drunk is only adding fuel to my fire! "Bro if you say one more word to me I'm blowing yo shit out"

"Girl aint nobody scared of you, dont get me confused with them other girls" that damn nerd ain't even causing tryna talk hard, and she honestly does look kinda scared.

"homegirl you dismissed" I said taking off my club attire and slipping on some shorts and a tank top. "lights off nerd" I said shutting off the lights.