The Life of Jessie: Thug Life?

Thicker Than Blood

So just a heads up, this chapter does have have a lot of vulgar language. so, you've been warned.

As always enjoy! ^-^

Jesus' POV

What the hell was she doing here!? She was suppose to stay away!

A year ago

"Yo, sis!" I yelled through our one bedroom apartment.

I didn't hear anything and went to the room. She had the room while I slept on the leaving room.

We lived on our own, our parents were never in our lives. My grandma took care of us until she past away in her sleep two years ago. I was only 15 years old at the time and had to start working and going to school. At the time nobody wanted to hire a 15 year old and especially one that looked like me. I carried myself differently, my creased clothes to the max, my hair was always cut fresh and slicked back. I only had one tattoo at the time and it was my grandmother's name down my arm.

So, since nobody would hire someone of my kind, I started asking around for jobs. That when I met Pedro,  Oscar's dad. I had walked into his shop and asked if they had anything and he said no. I was so close to giving up, until Oscar came up to me and gave me Junior's number, that he would help me out.

And now here I am, with the only family I have and she leaves as she please. I walk into her room and as I already knew it was empty and the room was a mess. I slam the door shut and cruse under my breath. I was growing tired of her shit, not doing her part around the house and bringing a different guy up in this place. I'm here busting my ass to make a better life for us and she's whoring around!

"Enrique stop!" I hear my sister squeal.

" You gonna do that...."

"If I was you I'd shut the fuck up!" I snap at the guy groping my little sister.

"Chuy, mind your own business," my sister retorts.

" You are my business Angel!" I growled.

She turns to the guy and looks at him with puppy eyes, "Papi we'll have to catch up later," she purrs and leans in giving him a long and nasty kiss.

He opens the door and Angel slams the door, not bothering to turn around yet. Her shoulders were hunched over and I then realized what the fuck she was wearing!

" What the fuck are you wearing Angel!?" I yell, more pist off than ever.

"They're called clothes Pendejo ( dumbass )," she sass me.

"Eso no es pinche ropa cabrona (Those aren't fuckin clothes you brat)!" I snap.

She was wearing a top, that could pass as a bra and a mini skirt that was barely covering anything.

"Is that what you spend the money I give you on?" I asked.

" No, I also spend it on shoes," she says smugly.

" You spoiled ass brat," I mumble.

" Whatever, I'm going to my room," she scoffs and walks past me with her noise in the air.

"Yeah keep walking like that because yo room smells like shit!" I deadpan.

" Fuck you!" She screams and slams the door.