Shyla P.O.V.
We walked into his house at 2:00 in the morning. I'm really happy that he let me stay with him. I was so scared at first when he asked and then I was like well I'm good.
''You good bae?'' he asked me.
"Yea I'm good. I'm just thinking on how my mom just told me to get out the house like that. She did me dirty but I'm good I don't even care no more.'' I said breaking down crying. The conversation just played in my mind like really this is how it is.
We walked in and he had a really big living room for a teenager. He was a really clean person I was surprised. He had a BIG coach. We walked into this master chief kitchen.
"Who cookes in here?'' I asked looking confused.
"What you mean?" He said grinning.
"You cook in here?"
"Duh who else goin cook in here?" He asked
"Shit not you! You can't cook can you?" I asked surprised.
"What you think?"
"I don't even know." I said.
"Let me show you"he said. He started going into the refrigerator. He pulled out some steaks with onions and he started cooking. When he was cooking all I could think was what does my mom mean when she said that "I don't know him like that". I started to ask questions.
"D?"
"Huh ma?" He said.
"What do you do for work?" I asked.
Deshun P.O.V.
Oh shit! Here she go asking questions. I knew it would come to this sooner or later. I just had to tell her I guess.
"Uhm, I'm a seller." I said nervously.
"Of what?"
"Things"
"What things?"She said.
"Drugs!" I said fast as fuck.
I looked at her and she had this look of being scared on her and face. I don't know if she was able to handle it. The other chicks were but them was hoes. Shyla lived on the upper west side of Chicago and she was from Arkansas. So you know she really doesn't know anything about that type of thing.
Shyla P.O.V.
What should I say or do? Should I stay or leave? I don't even know if Im ready to be a thugs girl. Should I take a chance and risk it? I don't want to hurt him and leave. He has a look in his eye like "please don't freak out or go!"
"Omg are you serious! " I said.
"Yeah it was the only way to survive and my mom had left me to take care of my brother."
"Oh okay, uhm I gotta go think. Do you have a terrace or a balcony or porch in your backyard?" I asked.
"Yea its right out that door." He pointed all the way across the room to a door.
"Thank you." I said.
I walked out and I felt the air run across my face. I had to think. I don't know what to do. I guess I could give it a chance. But I hope that stuff in the books I read really don't happen. I stayed out there for about a good 30 minutes pacing and talking to myself.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Are you okay with the thought of that?" He asked looking sad.
"No not really. But just because I think we could actually be something I'm willing to be with you. And be there thick or thin. I just want you to know that I can be a so called ride or die chick if that's what you need." I said seriously. I meant every word.
Before I knew it he was hugging on me tightly and he was crying a little bit. I didn't know that thugs cried but I guess they got feelings too.
"Why are you crying?" I asked.
"Because you understand and you didn't freak out. Like my other girls did they used me and left. But u stayed you didn't run out or nothing. I could use someone like you."he said still sniffling.
I felt bad for him for a second because of his past. I promise to not do him l like that.
"I gotta get my stuff out the car." I said ruining the moment.
" Okay you need some help?" He asked.
"Yeah."
We walked out and I saw my moms car pull up to the drive way looking confused. I didn't know she knew where he lived.
"Mom?" I said.
"Sweetness?" Deshun said I looked at him like what?
"Hi honey and Deshun don't call me that I'm not in the streets now." She said winking.
"What you mean streets?'' I asked looking dumb.
Ms.Braxton P.O.V.
I gotta tell her now. She needs to know the truth.
"We need to talk Shyla."
"Not until you tell me what he means by streets!" She demanded.
"That's what I was going to tell you about." I said.
"Okay lets go in so this she can explain!" She yelled.
We walked into his beautiful penthouse. She put her stuff down and we sat on the couch. Her and Deshun sat on the couch opposite from me. I felt like the suspect.
"Explain!" She said.
"Okay it all started when I was 16 years old and your grandmother was getting very sick ad we didn't have a lot of money. So I started to strip at a club named Pop that pus*@#. I was getting a good $3,000 a night. That's when I was 18 I met your dad. He was a pimp named Big Black he told me that I could be his best and that I could make more than what I was making at the club. And I did. I became his main hoe and he became my pimp one night we were just messing around with each other and we did something and I got pregnant with you. He told me to abort you but I didn't and that's when I told him we should just get married. And we did." I told her the story damn near in tears.
"So you're a prostitute is what you're telling me right?" She asked.
"Yes and I regret it still now."
"Obviously not because you still do it mom, you could have qui-"she said before I cut her off.
"No its not that easy the life of being in the game is not easy honey that's what I was trying to say. But you didn't listen." I said.
"I don't even care, ''get your stuff out and leave'' she said copying what I told her.
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