This is a story of how pain and suffering can turn into love and redemption.
Kayla Jones is a girl who has lost her best friend, her mother. She lost her drive to be happy & fell into deep depression; shutting the world around her out. New friends...
It never fails, I think to myself in the passenger seat of TK's truck. I look out of the window and let tears fall from my tired eyes. Feeling TK constantly glancing at me from the corner of his eye, I turn my body towards the window. I let out a deep sigh. Why tonight out of all nights? Can't a girl catch a break for once in her life; the one night I'm free I--- I'm interrupted from my thoughts by TK's violent ass breath attacking my nose. Covering up my nose and wiping my face, I mean mug him. " Yo what the fuck died in your mouth TK?" He looks over at me briefly and smacks his lips. " Girl what the fuck is you talkin' bout", he says. " I'm talkin' bout the inside of ya mouth smellin' like the inside of somebody funky ass and issa problem". " I don't know what you smell because I brush my teeth." " Yeah, alright you must brush ya shit with ya finger or a shitty toilet bowl brush. And I hope you know when you " brush your teeth", toothpaste is what you use not just water you need both. Toothbrush, toothpaste and water, you should invest in some. I mean invest ALL ya money in those shits. And you supposed to brush ya tongue too, just a lil' reminder". I look down at my phone to see Ar'mon calling me and I send him to voicemail. The last thing I want for him to find out what's really going on with me. Or anyone else, as far as I'm concerned. I wouldn't be able to show my face. We stop at a stoplight and TK reaches into his pants pocket and pull out some gum. " At this point, just chew every single piece of gum in that pack. I don't think it'll cover up ya Halitosis but it's worth a tr---" " Shut the fuck up talkin' to me lil' girl, tryin to be funny and shit", he says mugging me briefly then focusing back on the road. I think to cuss his big black ass out, with is disturbing ass breath, but I just roll my eyes, look back out of the window, and stay quiet for the rest of the ride.
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10 minutes later we pull into the back parking lot of the now empty building that will soon be filled at 10:00 for an exclusive rented out all black event. Sapphire Gentlemen's Club. The name of the building alone makes me sick, but the thought of what I have to do and the people I see behind the doors gives me the urge to throw up. But--- this is how I earn my money to help keep a roof over me and my mama's and little twin sister's heads. " The Boss waitin' on you in his office". Grabbing my bag, I open up the car door to get out when he grabs my arm. " Gas money". I look at him like he just grew another head out the side of his neck. " Boy, you better pour some of that lighter fluid in the back in this bitch because ya boss shoulda gave you gas money". And with that I got out, slammed the door, and walked in the club. Immediately my boss's head security guard escorted me to his office. He knocks on the door and leaves. " Come in". I slowly walk in and close the door behind me. I look around the room to see he must have had a meeting because his guys are walking around talking to one another. " You late". " I told you I couldn't come in tonight", I softly said clearing my throat. " I called you three times earlier today and texted you. Since when you don't answer my calls and shit. You got me fucked up". " I was at school and I can't answer my phone and after school I had to babysit th--". He cut me off. " I don't give a fuck what you had to do. You had all day to get in contact with me, fuck those sorry excuses. If I tell you to come in to work that's what you gone do". I look away from him holding back my tears. He signaled for his guards to usher everyone out. " Come here".
