New Beginnings- Roc Royal and Yn

New begginings

Chapter one
Hey guys I was just giving you a character list before you started reading so you know who to think of when your reading this book
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Yn- Dyl Gonzales
Princess- Logan Browning
Mrs. Russel- (Yns mom) Tisha Campbell
Mr. Russel- (Yns dad) Tyrese Gibson
Uncle Pawn- Morris Chestnut
Brian- Chris Brown
Channel- Lauren London
August- August Alsina
Brittany- Meghan Good
Chresanto- Roc Royal
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I smiled lightly as my friend Princess struggled to carry a small light blue duffel bag and hold her dog Bubbles leash. "Really Prince all you have a bag and a leash to hold," I laughed. Of course she had to get the small bags. "What?" She said loudly. "I don't wanna break a nail!" "Girl.." I trailed off amused. Today we were moving into our new penthouse. We waited quietly as the elevator took us up three flights. My jaw dropped in surprised as I looked at the elegant home, the walls painted in assorted colors and the furniture already set. "Wow," Princess breathed, her bright pink watermelon flavored gum falling out her exposed mouth. "This looks a lot better than I expected." She giggled. "I know right..." I said while heading up the tiled staircase. After a while I was done packing and I walked downstairs to see Princess and August asleep on the new furnished couch. I snapped a picture and tagged August and Princess and smiled. Princess and I came to the big apple, determined to get our life's on track and starting fresh.
I was four years old when my Uncle sexually harassed and molested me. "I love you Yn, have fun with Uncle Pawn and your cousins Brian and Channel," My mother smiled at me while pinching my cheeks. "Make sure she isn't drinking after 7:30, and she uses the bathroom before she goes to bed which is at 8:30.." I heard my mom repeat anxiously to my babysitter, otherwise known as Uncle Pawn. "I got, I got it." My Uncle reassured her. "How many times have I watched over Yn?" He joked. "And how many times have I came home to her awake and drinking pop, by the way, something she is not allowed to drink." She smiled. "But seriously Pawn," she said giving him a look. "Take good care of my daughter." She said, Uncle Pawns arms outstretched waiting to envelope her in a nice big bear hug. "Uh, I'm good." She joked before leaning into his big brown arms. "Well," My dad said awkwardly looking at his watch. "We better get going." Uncle Pawn nodded his head at my dad and I watched silently as they left, my mothers small golden brown hand in my fathers large brown ones. I never really liked Uncle Pawn very much, he always looked scary to me with his dark brown skin and mushy beard. He was tall with big feet, muscular arms, and small size beer gut. His daughter Channel, a light brown with deep set dimples and long black hair. His son on the other hand had tattoos that covered his body and dark brown eyebrows. At the time I was only four and the twins, (Brian and Channel) were eight years old. The twins and I were laughing and playing on the worn rugged couch owned by Uncle Pawn. A few giggles erupted from my mouths surface as I tumbled over in a fit. "Brian stop!" I screamed in between gulps of air. "Alright, alright." He said singing. I smiled at the sound of his beautiful voice echoing through the room. We were having such a great time until Uncle Pawn walked in, his hand pressed tightly against a glass bottle filled with a dark substance. "Time for bed Yn," he said while a glitter of saliva bubbled from the side of his mouth. I looked at Chris and Channel fearfully, for I was only four years old and never did he tuck me in. "But Uncle I want Nel Nel to do it," I whined, calling Channel by her nickname before I felt his calloused hand connect with my arm grabbing it roughly and pulling him with me up the long carpeted staircase. I sat in fear as my Uncle began taking my clothes off. "Come here Brian! Channel!" He yelled angrily while setting up his black camera, a red light signaling it was time. "Well what are you waiting for?" He huffed. "Take your clothes off!" I stood there as my head glistened with sweat, my golden brown arms and legs shaking in fear and embarrassment. He smiled while starting his camera and directing us to do different things that made me uncomfortable. This went on every time I went to Uncle Pawn's house and it got worse each and every agonizing time.
"I promise, when I get older, I'm gonna beat him up real bad!" My friend Chres said to me. "Promise?" I asked hopefully. "Yes... And we can hurt him like he hurt you Yn! No one hurts my girlfriend!" Chresanto semi yelled looking me in the eye. I smiled then kissed my six year old "boyfriends" cheek as we stood. "Beat you there!" I yelled running down the dirt road. I was a foot ahead of him before my pink and purple light up shoe laces connected with a fairly large rock. "Are you okay Yn?" Chres asked concerned as he sat his thick knees onto the bumpy road. I watched as his eyes traveled to the red substance coming from right below my knee cap. He got up and took off at full speed until he fell harshly onto the ground and limped to my side. "Why'd you do that Chres?" I asked confused. "When you hurt, I hurt. And when you smile, I smile."
Things changed when I began high school. I was still the same Yn Russell, except I had grown to love myself more. I had met my best friend Princess, a nice mocha colored girl with long brown hair and beautiful green eyes. We met at the strip club, us both being fifteen years old and not having anyone to go to. I got taken away from my mom and family, all because of my Uncle Pawn. My new family consist of waking up everyday, not knowing where your next meal would come from. Princess and I instantly clicked, for we both had been to adoption centers and were placed in terrible foster homes. Our only escape was dancing. I loved dancing with all my heart, but if I'm going to be shaking my ass why not do it for money? I had to do something with my life, and I had no money, for my foster family was no good. Time has passed and I am now 21 years old, living in my new penthouse in New York.
I smiled as I went down the elevator to bring my new neighbor his gift basket. He was a couple places down so I wasn't almost completed with my quest. "Hmmm, thanks." Said a girl with short black hair wrapped in a robe rolled her eyes. "Come on baby, daddy ready to put it-" Said him. Said the light skin boy with tattoos covering his ear down to his neck. Said the boy who bought me an Arizona and chips almost everyday after school. Said the boy who took my most valuable possession, my V card. Said the boy whom I loved. "Oh, who's this?" He asked staring me down, his sharp white pearly whites biting down on his plump pink lips. "No one." She said slamming the dark brown door in my face causing me to jump back in surprise. That was my man, with another woman. I guess life changes. But I'm not going to stop until he's back in my arms.