My works #12 //. Part One : All I've ever wanted was to be Accepted, rather by others close to me or even just my mom. Part Two : It's just some things in life that you have to learn to accept, whether it's disapproval from ones close to you, a person you thought you loved or a person you used to call a friend. • • • DiaTheLit™ ©2016 all copyrights reserved

"How? Rorrey is-" "Not gon' find out." She finished. "No, he's g-" "Ssh....It's our little secret." She whispered then giggled. I know that I'm digging myself more into this but I can't stop.

Jayceon Terrell Taylor a.k.a Jay grew up in a dysfunctional home. He was constantly abused by his mother's various "suga daddies". At age 13 Jay, neglected had to look after his two younger siblings: Jadiel, 10 and Jaquan who was 7. Jay had no real father to be there for him. He had no one to answer his questions while growing up so being scared and battling with his siblings he decided to turn to the streets. Here he met his "brothers". For once in his life Jay felt like he belonged somewhere and was able to do more for his brother and sister than his mother could. They were the only ones he loved. He treated women the only way he knew how, like whores...after all that was all Jay knew. He took pattern from the suga daddies. he'd buy them stuff, take them out for a day or two and then dump them like they never mattered to him. That was until he met India. There was something about her he couldn't put a finger on. She was good looking, smart both street wise and book wise and she seem to accept him for him. Sadly, this is where the perfection ended. India wanted loyalty, love and respect and Jay wasn't about that life. Would India change him? Maybe he'd turn her out, expose her to the game or maybe she would be the one to make him leave the game.