Behind The Scenes

Long time, no see

An: Byron and Dee both have separate houses, Deme and Tyrell live together, Mahayma lives with Tyrell and Sarayah and Brandon live at the house that Dee, Mahayma, Deme and Brandon used to live in.

"Please,Dee don't hurt me, I'm just trying to give Samara a good life. I have nothing, other than her. No house, no money, no family, no friends, no job, nothing. Dee,do you know how hard it is to survive, if it wasn't for her I would've killed myself a long time ago. I can't even provide for her. Sometimes I beg on the streets for money, sometimes, I beg for drugs, or alcohol. I just need to escape all this misery. The worst thing is, I caused it all. I'm sorry, Samara, I'm sorry Dee, I'm sorry Deme and I'm sorry Mahayma." Sanaa started crying, Samara ran over to her and rubbed her back. "It's okay mummy, it's going to be fine. I love you mummy." Samara told Sanaa.

Dee felt a pang of emotion in her chest, Dee knew what it was like, having a mother who couldn't provide,Dee couldn't have good clothes or nice shoes. Sometimes Dee's mother would forget to feed her. Dee thought back to four years ago.

Dee and her little brother were home alone. "Dejarnè,where's mummy?" Her brother asked. "I don't know." Dee sighed. Dee knew where her mother was,Dee was fourteen,not dumb. Her mother had recently got a new job. Dee's mother worked at a strip club called The Fat Pig, Dee's mother didn't get paid a lot, her money was usually wasted on blunts or alcohol.

"Dee,I'm hungry." Her little brother called. Dee went through the cupboard, the only thing she could find was one slice of bread,Dee gave it all to her brother, Dee hardly ate, anything she had she gave to her brother. Dee picked up her brother who had fallen asleep on the couch, she placed him in the bed they shared and got in with him.

Dee's belly called out for food, Dee knew she wasn't going to eat but that was nothing new. Dee clutched her belly and cried herself to sleep.

Dee sighed as she looked down at the little girl. "Sanaa, you aren't the shit to me, hell you aren't even shit on me but I'm going to help you out." Dee blew out a breath of air. " I have a flat, it's not that big but I'm willing to give it to you. A little girl shouldn't grow up on the streets, not knowing when her next meal is coming. I've got food in the flat, there's four month's worth of electricity and water,it's yours if you want it." Dee mumbled.

"Dee,what are you doing?" Deme hissed. "I know what it's like, not being able to say where you live with confidence, not being able to have a new pair of jeans or eat a decent meal. I wouldn't ever put another child through that." Dee felt tears burning in her eyes but she quickly blinked them away. "If you're interested meet me at the golden cafe tomorrow at twelve pm, no later." Dee told Sanaa before walking away.

"I'm proud of you." Byron smiled as he put his arm around Dee. "I hope you haven't made a mistake." Mahayma shrugged. "Well Dee, it looks like you're moving in with me." Bryon kissed Dee. "Yeah, I already have half of my wardrobe at yours, all I have to do now is get all my shoes,the rest of my clothes and my pictures." Dee yawned.

"Dee?" Sarayah started. "Yes?" Dee frowned. "They're homeless, they have no new clothes and no money." Brandon chipped in. "So, you might have to get them clothes and give them money." Deme laughed. "Girls? Shopping?" Dee smiled.