DECIDED TO TRY A NEW WRITING STYLE SO LET ME KNOW WHAT Y'ALL THINK. ALSO I CHANGED THE AGES OF THE MAIN CHARACTERS. I FELT THAT I MADE THEM TOO YOUNG. DRE AND JASMINE ARE NOW 15 AND ERIK IS 17. READ. VOTE. COMMENT. SHARE. MOST IMPORTANTLY, ENJOY 😘.
Chapter One: Born Sinner
"If I died today my nigga was it business, was it personal?"-J. Cole "Born Sinner"
It was July 8th, 2003 and it was one of the hottest days of the year. It was also Dre's 15th birthday. His parents had threw him an old fashioned back yard water fight for his party but with tons of gifts, he had a huge cake, and slip n' slides. At this time Nelly was at his prime and somehow his parents got him at his birthday party as well. Dre's father, Tyrone was barbecuing and Dre had no idea where his momma was. He didn't really pay his parents any attention until after the party was over and a good percentage of people was gone. It was mostly a few family members and the neighborhood kids that lived close still there but mostly everyone else was gone. The sun had gone down and Dre was looking for his parents. He had over heard Tyrone tell his mother, Sheila, that she had better make back all the money she spent for this party by the end of the night or else it wasn't going to be pretty for her. Dre wondered why this party had more stuff then all his other birthdays did in the past but at first he chose not to question it.
Sheila ain't never had shit and being with Tyrone made shit harder. Sheila used to strip at the club Black Cinema and met Tyrone there. He promised her that he would help her become a singer if she let him become her manager. He then started taking her money and forced her into prostitution after she gave birth to Dre. Sheila hated how Tyrone was doing her but she loved him more than herself and she knew that wasn't healthy. Tyrone only allowed Sheila to blow money on certain things but Dre was hardly ever one of them. It was no question that Tyrone was Dre's father but Tyrone had other kids by his other hoes. He only took care of Dre because Sheila was a virgin when she met Tyrone and he actually had love for her. Sheila was his main bitch but his best hoe. He loved her but money was always and forever will be his one true love.
Sheila wanted to go over board with the party and if she could she would've did more. Sheila was bringing Tyrone hella money and so were some of his new hoes that brought a little more to the table as well. Sheila had no idea he was pimping other girls. She thought that it was just profits from the heroine and crack that Tyrone moved but she didn't care as long as she could get Dre his big party. Tyrone told her he would have to fuck a couple extra more niggas to pay for the damages but it was really just a cover up. He really wanted to fuck his new piece and give his son a present himself.
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Dre was playing PlayStation with his neighbor Jasmine in his room. Jasmine had threw on some shorts over her swimsuit and Dre still had on his swim trunks from earlier. All the other kids from the party had left except for Jasmine. They were best friends and Dre had a childish crush on her. He would pretend that she disgusted him at times and vice versa but they both knew how much he liked her. Tyrone came into Dre's room and said, "Come here, Son. I got a present for you." "Okay, Daddy." Dre said standing up. Tyrone smacked his lips. "Nigga, what I tell you 'bout calling me that shit?" He asked sternly. "My bad 'Rone." Dre apologized. Tyrone hated his kids, both alleged and biological, calling him Daddy. He only wanted his hoes to call him Daddy. He really hated when his male children did because he was very homophobic towards gay men and didn't like nothing that seemed gay in his eyes either. He told all his kids to call him either Pops or 'Rone but never Daddy. It made him sick.
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Hustle Town
Teen FictionCopyright © 2018 AnnahDGoldz All Rights Are Reserved. Growing up as the son of a Pimp and his prostitute in St. Louis, Undres (Dre) "Mack" Davis is following in his fathers footsteps and more. St. Louis ain't nothing but cold and heartless people...