Backstabbing & Betrayal
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"Never going back to that house"
Going through old photographs, Charlie couldn't help but smile to herself as she flipped one pic after another. The first picture was of her and her best friend Queen. Giving each other dap under very close surveillance of Queen's tag-a-long Missy. Lip singing Tupac Shakur's Hail Mary, which was playing in her 7 disc CD changer. " I aint a killa but dont push me, revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting pussy". Charlie continued to look aimlessly at old memories of herself, her family and high school associates. Charlie Marsheena Pickstan knew all too well how people could try to use you. She was careful if not cautious with calling people her friends and she secretly thought to herself that she could read people after only 1 hour of meeting them. One full shoe box later Charlie came across A picture of Kel, Her first love. Sitting on the steps of Charlies Baltimore row home, looking too serious as always. As Charlie thought back to the day they met, she laid back on A stack of pillow's on her bed. Relieving herself from the uncomfortable Indian-style position she sat in for too long. "I should her left you where I found you"! She said out loud as if talking to an actual person. Years of on again off again, Charlie was now certain that play time was over and she swore she would never take it there with Kel ever again. Everybody wanted a part of Kel. In Baltimore, everybody knew almost everybody else . An if you didn't, you knew somebody that knew someone who knew the person you wanted to be with, work for, kill, or have mirked. In a city where everyone could eat the very invisible , very thin line between power and respect was crossed daily. Charlie had had enough !
Rang......rang! Breaking her from her thoughts. Photos in her left hand, cell phone in her
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"Never going back to that house"
right . " Hello"- "Hey, come ride with me real fast". It was Queen , live as if the sun were out bright. That day it wasn't, and Charlie really didn't feel like leaving the house. But she could tell something was wrong and her best friend needed her. " Aight, give me A min". Without even questioning Queen Charlie hung up the phone, jumped out of bed and headed straight for her closet. Not knowing what kind of quest they were about to go on, She opted to wear her size 5 ½ Nike boots. At 5"2' Charlie was A beauty. Thick in all the right areas. With A smooth dark brown complexion and bed room eyes. The way she carried herself added points to her over all being. As she stumbled past her second story window , one boot on and struggling to succeed with the other she noticed Queen double parked, sitting in her 99 Acura, smoking a newport. Giving herself A once over in her full length mirror, Charlie agreed. Checking her wrist for a ponytail holder just in case she needed to pin up her curly jet black weave . Then out the bedroom door, past her mother's room and down the steps she went. Charlie looked like she was on her way to put to her hands on an entire block. With her oversized Acakademic sweat pants and XL plaid red button down shirt. She locked the house door behind her and proceeded to Queen's passenger's seat. " Red tops" ! A near by hood pharmaceutical pusher yelled out from a couple of abandon houses up the street. Charlie made eye contact with Slick and they both smiled at the irony. Charlie had on A red shirt...... Queen took another pull from her cigarette and tossed the butt out the window as Charlie got in. " Thought you were gonna quit"......... Queens facial expression was one
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Backstabbing & Betrayal
General FictionCharlie Pickstand and best friend Queen Harley cant catch an easy break as they navigate through the streets of their Baltimore, MD hometown. Finding their beauty doesn't discriminate against the wicked souls they once considered friends. As these t...
