Sinking Deep

Pilot

Serayah

The rain poured hard outside as I drove down Rogers Park, heading to go pick up my mom from the doctors office. Growing up in the streets of Chiraq made me tough, I was never shown love or affection. Daddy passed away when I was just 4 leaving my mom to take care of me & my twin brothers. I ain't gon lie, it's mad hard, always having to watch you back cause you ain't know when it would be your last day. 9 years later, mom was diagnosed with stage 2 breast cancer, it broke my heart, we couldn't afford to get her treatment at the time because we ain't have money for it. Imagine, not knowing where your next meal would come from or where you would be resting your head when night comes.. that was the lifestyle my family & I went through. I got a part time job but that could only put a roof over our head, I had to get quick money & I decided to start stripping. Only way we was gon have it good like the rest of folks around our neighborhood. Finally arriving to the clinic, I throw my  moncler hoodie over my head and stepped out in my hunter rain boots, locked up my car and proceeded for the clinic. As I got further in  I noticed my mom sitting down with her head hanging real low, so I knew that she heard nothing but bad news. I got closer and decided to tap her shoulder.

" Oh, hey Pookie"  she said while trying to dry her tears quickly so I wouldn't notice

" What did they say?"  I wasn't going to pretend as if she wasn't hurting or as if nothing was wrong

"Let's talk about it at home" She got up & headed for the door

I didn't even bother to reply back, only followed her out. As we headed home, Paradise by Jeremih started to play. Boyyy, let me just say every time I hear this song, it makes me want to cry. My life wasn't perfect but it was good, I've came along way & I couldn't be any prouder. We arrived to the place we call home, them section 8 houses. I wish I had enough money saved up to move my family out of here but sadly I didn't yet. We arrived to our door & momma opened it then went into her room & slammed the door shut. To say I wasn't heart broken would be a lie. My mom was the only adult figure left in my life, after my pops died, his family said they didn't want nothing to do with us because it was my momma's fault why he had died, but that's a story for another time. I took off my boots and jacket & sat my keys on the table and started to check my messages. Got a few ig notifications and some texts from my boss asking if I could come in tonight and tomorrow for a shift cause he had important deals that He wanted to close but he could only do it with the best strippers being there to seal the deal. I decided to take him up on his offer because I needed more money, doesn't matter how long I have to work in order to get it. 

Later on around 9pm

"BYE MOMMA, I'M LEAVING FOR WORK" I shouted while grabbing my car keys. She flew out her room as soon as I said that

" Oh, so you just gon leave me & your brothers here to go & be a hoe for the night? I thought you was off?  How you get a shift so quick? " she said with attitude laced on the tip of her tongue. She didn't like that fact that I was a stripper but it was something that was helping her get her treatment, helping the boys have nice clothes, food on the table & paying for the school fees.

" My hoeing is what is keeping a roof over your head, whether you like it or not.. Tommy texted me saying he had two shift he was willing to pay my triple times what I make a night just to show up & help him close this deal." & with that being said, I walked out slamming the door. I was mad hurt, for her to call me a hoe just because I was a stripper. It's not something I wanted to do but when your back up against the wall you ain't got no other choice. She benefit the most from what I be doing & she complain the most. Also out the building I heard her shout,