Crazy for love

Chapter 2

Raheem

School just wasn't for a nigga like me 'cause every time I went to that hell hole life just became a bit more miserable .

Shit, my mama a prostitute out here selling her body for the shit I make, cocaine and heroine. My pops , that nigga just a sperm donor and ain't no where to be found, and how else is a nigga supposed to eat? I gotta do what I gotta do, and that's exactly why I'm in the game now, slanging every day , bussin heads, and killing niggas when needed.

I got me and my lil sis Kylah (14) to take care and we gotta have a roof over our heads, food in our mouth, clothes on our backs, and all that extra shit we want.

I was 19 and still in high school, I know what you thinking... "Damn he dumb or nah?" But in reality my childhood was hard living with bum ass Tonya (my mama). I barely ate, barely went to school and barely had anything. We were moving every other month with her "man of the month" and that's how we came to the A. It was tiring you know, meeting new people left and right and tryna make friends and get situated.

When we came to the A, I was fed up. I turned 13 and I got in the game, met a few niggas, and started hustling real hard and making a way for myself.

Anyways, I'd grown up to look nice.
I'm a dark chocolate kind of guy, the type that females drool over and rush to drop their panties for. A senior in high school and actually I was surprised I had made it that far.

Nah, I wasn't dumb but I just didn't try hard enough because I was so focused on these streets and how to stack this money. Shit, I had hoes falling at my feet and they all thought they was main, but anyways...

"Kylah, bring yo lil fast ass on!" I yelled throughout the apartment that I got for us. I had to say my shit was amazing...3 bedrooms, 2 bath, and lots of extra space for us and as long as Kylah was happy, so was I.

I ain't wanna be bothered with the assholes at Jefferson High today but I knew I had to go if I wanted to force Kylah to.

She came down the stairs wearing some shit she know damn well I wouldn't approve of . What had gotten into her ? She had on a black faux leather mini skirt, a gold and black cropped top, and some gold t-strapped sandals. Ughhh, and she was wearing makeup. I knew she had to grow up one day, but today wasn't gonna be her day.

"You got 5 minutes to get back upstairs and get that shit off ya face and change into something that ain't showing skin I growled!"

It made me angry just knowing that my sister was growing up and sooner or later it would be dog ass niggas just like me out there tryna get with her for just one thing. Those were the type of niggas that just wanna hit, quit, and break hearts and in the end they didn't give a fuck how the female was affected.