chapter 139

BGSB

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Mom didn't go to the police she was suffering from weed addiction and too afraid of questions, we knew Mary was safe but not a hundred per cent sure even some nights my mom freaked out, is not like Mary listens to anyone she does what she wants.

many times Mary had yelled at her to stop smoking but she agreed to stop only to embark on it again, so Mom felt double standards. Mary was smart always looking out for herself until she opened up to me.

Don't go thinking you have to travel to a big city get stranded then get parked by a rich boy who certainly has no use for his money. You need to get an idea about how life is, sometimes is rocky sweeping you under your feet and letting you believe things are perfect only to wake up the next day those things that were giving you joy will all go away and you end up becoming alone.

A new pair of Nike shoes made me happy the first day I bought it, Mary was telling me. felt the urge to purchase a brand new iPhone at the time she didn't have a lot of money so it was quite difficult whatever she made was shared into three portions.

One was for herself, her family and then for the source that came from. I sell drugs on the street, yes I'm just sixteen years old which means I can walk on the street with a bag stash of weed not one federal agent will stop and search. It was Dropshipping for me just pick up and then deliver to a certain location.

What am I Supposed to do with this information I was just eleven years old getting to understand life is not easy on the outside so if I wanted something I had to go out to hunt and fight to survive, I took that advice, especially we that came from rags we had to work times three in other to get something. That is when organising crime comes in.

Mary didn't come home for two straight years I was worried, and mom was also but she was terrified of going to the police. We kept on sending texts and calling her number that when straight to voicemails.

One faithful day before my 13th birthday my sister came around looking different, smelled very nice with an Uber with tons of things. My mother didn't accept it she asked her to explain where exactly she had been but Mary told her she was working. And if is a lie she can come see it with her very eyes, we left our hometown with Mary to the place she claimed to be working.

Turned out my sister waited on tables in a bar can you believe that I mean we didn't, it was a crappy bar no way a place like this can give such an amount of money, for me I knew the deal but I don't think mom was stupid either. Mary has taste, working in this dungeon-like mom called it will not pay for the things she bought for us.

Maybe we were wrong judging the book by its covers, maybe we need to look deeply into queasy peasy. There is an unseen money somewhere on the ground level of this building.

"This is where you work huh" Mom asked anxiously not waiting for the answer stepped inside to take a closer look.