Have you ever dreamed about having a romantic life with the person you love? But that person doesn't see the same dream as you. What if that person is just only using you for sex, money, and drugs?
What would you do now?
Will you be broken like Ti...
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Now, what y'all wanna do? Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers? Who be dippin' in the Benz with the spoilers On the low from the Jake in the Taurus Tryin' to get my hands on some Grants like Horace Yeah livin' the raw deal
I bob my head to the music as I drove to my hair salon for an appointment. I don't even remember scheduling an appointment for today. It's crazy how my life went from being broke to me having my own store.
Y'all already know my name. Tiffani Lewis. I'm 24 now, turning 25 in October. I started my life off as a bad girl. My parents was working 24/7 everyday. I didn't get to see them everyday. I only stayed with my grandma and grandpa in Miami. So I was always into trouble in my grandma neighborhood.
Everyone knew me. They use to call me 'Badass Tiff ' I hated that name. I use to take eggs from my grandma fridge throwing it at my grandma best friend windows. I would always get in trouble and get a beaten.
When I turn 17, i caught a case. Yes I said it. I went to jail for grand theft auto. I stayed in the detention center for 180 days. I was so happy.
But when I got out, my family was not happy to see me. They sent me to California Pasadena to live with my uncle who I hate the most. His wife was so cool though. She taught me about makeup and hair. She even owned her own shop. I wanted to be like her. But there was secrets behind her shop and my uncle. He stored drugs there and sell it. No one told the cops about it.
My family decided to move Pasadena. My grandma, grandpa, my dad and my mom. They all came down to see how I improve. And I did. I graduated out of high school, went to cosmetology college, and got my degree.
My aunt wanted me to work with her. So I did. Days, Weeks, and Months passed. My uncle was still selling drugs in my aunt shop and she didn't care. She didn't care about her life at all. My uncle was always abusing her in front her customers.
I always look back to that. I don't want Franko to abuse me in front my customers like that.
But back to my story. When my uncle was abusing in front aunt customers, my aunt had some tricks up her sleeve. She will always put something in his drink or food trying to kill him or hurt him back but internally. She kept trying till he finally pull the last straw.
She told the cops what was going on at the shop. She even lied to the cops and said that he forced her to store the drugs at her shop. The cops believed it and put my uncle to jail. My family hated her. But I still have love for her. She taught me what I need to know in life. My mom and dad wasn't there for me. She was. Even my grandma who taught me manners. But aunt Theresa taught me how to be a baller. A shot caller.
"Morning Tiffani" my workers said to me as I walked through the doors of my shop.
