A THOUSAND GRAMS (Urban Fiction)

A THOUSAND GRAMS (Urban Fiction)

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Fiction
Romance
Two sisters take over the family "business" when their husbands are incarcerated on Federal charges. They struggle to give their children a life away from the streets. They are raised to do everything together. Almost siblings but someone is not so loyal. Who will it be? Take a ride with me during my first story ever! Enjoy the ride while secrets are kept then later revealed. Watch as the loyalty and trust slowly unravels. Although most chapters are already written, please bring on the comments. A writers job is to "write to REWRITE" The first chapter is actually the prologue:
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"Mama, I can't just leave Abir." I admitted, telling her exactly why I couldn't do this. Not only would she be snatching me away from my family and friends but she was taking me away from the person I'd loved for five going on six years. I couldn't just walk away from him. "Baby.." She trailed off, sighing deeply. "I know you love Abir." She stood to her feet to stop packing for a moment and pulled me into her. "But I promise you, there will be other boys. Right now you have to do what's best for you and that's coming with your daddy and I to give you a better life." "Better life for who? You?!" I screamed out, becoming even more angry at her choice of words. As if my feelings were robotic and I could just turn them on and off for any and every person. "My feelings just don't matter to y'all at all, huh?" I asked, crying harder than before now. "Speak to your mother with some respect, Giselle." My father spat to me and I shook my head, watching as they stood there looking at me like some dumb teenager. This wasn't puppy love for me. I didn't spend 5 years building something, just to walk away from it for their dreams. I couldn't do it. Sinner. Book #1

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