My first day.

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"Why do I have to go back, it doesn't even make any sense to be honest, nobody there likes me, just a bunch of fake bitches" at this point I'm so fed up of this neighborhood, all this drama for one bitch.

"Watch your tone with me child" Shelly yelled and threw my bag at me....
Shelly is my big sister by the way, only by 6 years but she acts waaaay more older, she basically is my mother to be honest.
***My sister and I had to relocate because her boss decided he wanted to fuck her in order to still have her work for his pervert ass, ofcourse we had to fuck his life up and flee.

My sister always wanted to be an air hostess that's her dayone dream and aspiration, however we had a rocky start so we had to leave our dreams behind and did what we had to do, we didn't grow with parents or family, our dick head dad got locked up when I was only a few months old and my sister was 6, soon after that our crack head mom ran off with a white dude, leaving four year old  and 10 year old daughter she didn't even leave a note or gave us a call..

Most of my sick twisted life was spent in my Aunty's house where my sister and I were practically servants, we wore the worst clothes, did all the chores, and got the last of the food. It wasn't all that bad though, my cousin Shina (but I call her Shine) always was there for me.  

I love her so much yoooo

Anyways....... My sister landed a job at a bakery, she worked really hard, did hella overtime just to get shit amount of pay, it was not even hand to mouth but we managed, on holidays I would work there too and got extra money, I volunteered to work after school but my sister insisted that I always take my book seriously, she's so proud of me, and I intend to continue to make her proud,

She did her job well and was liked by most people there but guess she caught the wrong eyes and this one particular piece of shit got obsessed with her..

My sister would occasionally come home and vent about her supervisor always having a problem with what she does, either she is too fast or too slow or too friendly or too professional, it usually annoys me so much so I didn't really pay her any mind, just was dying for her to shut up so I could eat, or sleep or do some other shit.

Then her complaints started to change, she started saying that she was getting compliments and a little noticeable not alot but noticeable raise on pay day, the supervisor she said was always staring on her making her uncomfortable, even volunteering to help out.

At this point I was low-key happy, she didn't really have time for herself so she sure wasn't getting any dick, plus I didn't want her to feel sad being hovered over everyday.

To myself I thought, look at her damn ass who could treat her bad plus she's super sweet, awfully rough at times but mostly sweet.

My sister literally has no waist and a big ass, I got ass but she has a Big Ass, I always admired it....

A few days passed and my sister told me, her supervisor asked her out...   But she wasn't interested... I was shocked, "why wouldn't you"? I asked.

Shelly- "I don't like the idea of being with coworkers, especially my boss or higher authority in the workplace.

Me- "You don't have to be with him, just go out and enjoy yourself sis.

Shelly- "I know I haven't gone out in years and I would love to but I'm not gonna lead him on, I don't even like him like that.

Me- "aiite sis, I get you...

*And this is when the crazy began..

At Shelly's work convo

Shelly- "Hello there Mr Watson, how are you?

Mr. Watson- "Well seeing you just made me feel like I'm the king of the world, let me take you in my arms and make you my queen.

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 07, 2019 ⏰

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