Pimp Down

Pimp Down

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16-year-old Summer learned at a young age that life was rough and unfair. Witnessing her mother sell her body for a living. Losing herself in fear and chaos. Will she come out on top as a new woman or sink in the depth of sex and drugs? A snippet: Life had picked me up and spit me out. Why was I born if I was only gonna be mistreated and hurt? Laying in this dark alley all I could do was wait for death to come and take away all my burdens. My body no longer hurt anymore. I was just another body laying out without a soul. The wetness on my face indicated that I was crying. I was out of my body staring from up above& nbsp; wondering where I went wrong. All I wanted was love and happiness but this cruel world snatched it away from me. Who could love a worthless hoe like me? Copyright 2014.All rights reserved
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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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