The Other Women

Chanel: The Beginning

"Chhhhhaaannneeelllllll," yelled that bitch.

I referred to my mother that way because that is what you call an animal who smokes crack all day and have all types of men in and out of your little hole of an apartment. We lived in the worst part of Florida. I was born and raised in Miami, living in the Pork 'n Beans projects because we barely had any money to to pay for a decent place. I don't know who my father is so that pretty much sums it up for me. My mother was a crack addict who slept with men to pay for her habit. I was the only child. Lord knows I hated being alive. But we will discuss the details later.

"What ma?"
"I need a favor!"
Oh man, what the hell does she want now? "Coming!" I hate going into that room. It was filthy! There was no furniture, the walls that used to be white was a grayish color with yellow stains on it, a old mattress with no sheets laid in the middle and it reeked of piss.
"Go over to Quincy's and get my package for me," she said as her and her new John kissed each other as they snuggled up on that dirty mattress. He handed me a crinkled up $20 bill and she smiled with her dark yellow teeth as if she was a kid going to Disney world.
I hate going to Quincy's because he always had a lot of guys over there. They always tried flirting with me and attempted to touch me. Even though I was 16, I had long curly hair that went down to the middle of my back, gray eyes, caramel complexion, nice juicy ass, hips that made older women envy me, a flat stomach and perky breast. Men swear I was 21 but my baby face gave away my age. I was a virgin. I never had sex before. Even though I fantisized about it with Chris Brown, I never really went "All The Way."
I knocked on the door. I could smell the strong aroma of weed roaming in the air and loud music playing. Quincy lived in the same housing projects as we did, just on the 3rd floor.
"Who the fuck is at my door?!" yelled Quincy
"It me boy stop playing!" I yelled back.
"Who the fuck is me? Bitch you better say who you are or go about your business! I'm tired of y'all fiends at my door. I keep tellin ya'll hoes if you ain't go no money, you ain't getting shit!" He barked.
"It's Chanel boy stop playing!" I said in an aggravated tone.
I heard the latches coming off the door and he opened it. Quincy stood about 6"1, smooth brown complexion, hazel eyes, nice wavy hair, tattoos all over, muscle build, a deep sexy voice, rocking his true religion fit with Giuseppe sneakers, and Gucci guilty cologne that just melt my heart. He made my panties wet! He was another guy I would day dream about but was to old for me. He was 25. Luckily today, he didn't have all of those niggas over there so I was feeling a lot happier about being there.

"Coco Chanel? My future baby mama!" He teased, "Just wait until you turn 18, girl you gon be mine with yo badd self, come in! Damn you fine!"
I walked in and sat on his couch. His place was wayyy nicer than mine. He had black leather couches, a 65 in flat screen, a big sound system and a play station 4! In the hood, that's luxury living.
"Stop calling me Coco Chanel! It's Chanel! Anyway, you know why I'm here, I need $20 worth for my mama"
"I got you bae" he said with a smile. He went to the back for about 2 minutes then came back and handed me a mini baggy.
I snatched it out of his hand. I always acted as if I didn't like him but deep down inside, he made my panties wet.