Broken

Chapter 3: Run Down

{Joy}

All I ask is you be real and be here for me

Thoughts to Myself
YFN Lucci

I'm still standing in the same spot Troy lefted me when he left a minute ago.

"You can have a seat" King says referring to the chair in front of his desk. I walk over and sit down with his eyes following me.

"Why you here" he asked leaning back in his chair looking at me.

"Umm... I need the money" I told him honestly.

"Why not just get a job" he looked away from me to his phone.

"A job is not going to do it for me" I look around his office since he is not playing attention to me.

"You know this shit, it's deep and it could go wrong at any minute" he put his phone down and it caught my attention.

"Yes, I am very aware of that" I nod my head.

"Ight, you saying that shit now, but where you stay" he asked, that's kind of personal, but I'll answers it.

"In the fairgrounds projects" I said ashamed because that's basically were all of the crack heads and the section 8 people stay.

"So you a crack head" he ask me looking me dead in my eyes.

"No, I stay with my mom" I said regretting give out my personal life like that.

"So, she a crack head" he asked

"Yea, you can say that" I tell him, I'm really ashamed of her, just thinking about it makes me want to cry. But I just remember, don't show that that's you weakness, and he will never know.

"How old are you" he asked licking his lips.

"19" i tell him ready to go.

"Ight, you dismissed" he waved his hand at me like I'm his dog or some shit. Fucking Ass.

I walk out the door and Troy walks right in a closes the door but not all the way so I can still hear what they are saying.

"She good" Troy says

"Yeah, sound like she just need money for her crack headed ass momma"King said, I see I'm have some problems with him.

I stand there waiting for Troy to come out. Once he came out he walked in front of me motioning for me to follow him. We finally reach his office and I walked over to where he said I was going to be working.

He shows me how to work the machine it's pretty easy I just putting money in to count it, then I have to make sure the amount sold for that bag should match how much is in the bag. I stack it in a box and then someone taking it downstairs at the end of the night.

"What's your relationship with King" I ask Troy wondering are they actually friends, while doing my work.

"That nigga, that's basically like my cousin. His father and my uncle was best friends and we been close for Hellas." He said leaning back and lighting a blunt.

"But he cool peoples, I'm like his right and left hand man. Dude got major trust issues" he laughs a little bit as he continues to smoke.

"I guess he has no issues with me since I'm just getting money for my cracked headed ass mother" I mumbled.

"Huh" he looks up.

"Nothing" I look down at my phone and see its 1 am. I guess I leave when I finish the money.

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I finally finish its about 2. I don't why they gave me like 10 bags on my first day.

"I'm done" I poke my head in the room across the hall like Troy told me to. It was another office but this one was more.... messy. 

"Aye, Joy this is Killa" Troy invites me in the room.

"Hi" I said, and he gives me a head nod and continues to smoke.

We walk over to Troy office and he gather his things. "Killa he don't talk much when he high, he weird but he in control of all of the hits, like when we got to get rid of a nigga" he tells me. Now I understand his name. "His real name Mark" Troy walks to the door. "I'll show you the rest of the crew tomorrow" he said which I'm glad because I can barely keep my eyes open, I ready to go to bed.

Once we reach the car he gives me a envelope. "You want to go home or stay with me" he asks me I honestly did not want to go home.

"I'll stay with you" he nods his head and pulls off.

I open the envelope and its about 500 in here. "What the hell" I yell out. $500 just for about 4 hours in one day.

"What" he looks confused at me.

"It's $500 dollars " I look confused and he just laughs.

"Yea, that what you get paid, it's not a lot but it's a start" he tells me.

"Not a lot my ass this is how much I make in like a month if I save up" I tell him.

"Well you don't have to worry about that anymore" he said with a smile on his face. Which was true this was something I thought would never happen to me.

We pull up to his house and I put my stuff in the guest room. "If you hungry its food in the refrigerator and cabinets" he poked his head in. Something I thought I never hear again. Food is actually in the house. I eat a bag of chips then I go lay down.

Just about 12 hours ago I felt broken, now I feel like I'm slowly being put together, but we know all good things don't last forever.

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Is Joy turning into something good or bad?

King is so rude

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