Boundless Memories

Chapter 8

Psalmist

It has taken everything in me not to lash out on Karmen, but enough is enough. As you know, I'm working at Candyland as a barhop. Karmen has been coming in damn near every night for the past four months. I'm so tired of this girl. When she comes in, she constantly harasses me. She always sits in my section and demands this and that for not fucking reason.

I've had it with this damn girl. I finally have her a piece of my mind. It was the middle of my shift. I was walking my section, and I noticed Karmen at the door, with this five month pregnant belly. Lord, why do she keep coming here? I thought to myself. Of course, they led her to my section.

I ran over to Kayleigh for help. "Please take her, Kay," I begged. Kayleigh is the only stripper that took me in when I started working here. I'm not a dancer, but she definitely took me in. She was the only friend I have here.

"What the hell do she want? She was just here last night."

"She's harassing me about Damien. She swears up and down I stole him from her, but that's not the case at all."

I went to the kitchen and called Damien.

"Hey, love. What's going on?" Damien answered on the second ring.

"Karmen is here," I said to him.

"Damn, again? I'm on my way down," Damien responded.

Candyland was a three story building. The top floor was his office and and the girls' dressing room. The second floor was VIP and private rooms. I work those sometimes. I hate it with those damn obnoxious ass niggas.

"Where is that fucking Bible bitch?" I heard Karmen ask.

She calls me that because of my name. I really hate that girl, and hate is a strong word. She's right up there with Harper.

"What is it, Karmen?" I asked rolling my eyes.

"I want a glass of wine," she stated.

"Ain't you pregnant?" I asked.

"Ain't you in my business? Bible, go do your fucking job and get me a glass of wine!" She yelled loud as hell.

"What seems to be the problem?" Damien said coming up to us.

"Bible isn't doing her damn job. You should fire the bitch."

"Damien, I can't do this another night," I said to him.

"Boo hoo hoo," Karmen started. "You're just a weak little bitch. I don't know what Saint sees in you."

"Weak? You're pathetic! Running after a nigga that don't fucking want you! Having a baby thinking you can keep him! Say what you want, but you're the one that's fucking weak!"

"Saint, you're gonna let this trick talk to me like that?" Karmen said.

"She should've did it before now. Stop fucking with her." Damien said to her. "Stop coming to my place of business and acting a fucking idiot!"

"Fine, give me the money I asked for and then I'm gone."

"Bitch, please! I'm not giving you 500gs. You got me fucked up! Big T, escort her outta here."

Big T was the security guard. He was a big ass dude. He puts me in the mind of Drake. He was fine, but he was dating Kayleigh.

"Come with me," Damien said and grabbed my hand.