"Ugh! Nigga fuck you," a drunken Marcia slurred as she stumbled into Roscoe's."Naw bitch, fuck you," Travis mumbled as he walked away.
Travis stood at 6,2, had a smooth chestnut brown complexion, athletic body, a stylish goatee that connects to his side burns, and ebony eyes that can take you into another universe when looked into for too long.
Travis was not one to get rejected and getting shot down by Marcia messed with his ego and caused him to despise her. Travis gave the parking lot a quick once over before returning to his car. This was his first time leaving Orlando and being in LA surrounded by gangs made him feel extremely unnerved.
Travis reclined back in his seat and fired up a joint as he mentally prepared himself for the lick that was going to end his days of having petty hustle.
Damn she didn't tell me she was that fine, he thought to himself as he watched through the window, completely ignoring Lisa.
Marcia was much more attractive than Lisa.
Lisa was 5,3, petite, with a pecan brown complexion, black eyes, and short hair. Marcia was 5,8, 160 Ib, pecan brown and had light brown eyes. Marcia had the cutest baby doll face, and her wide hip bones gave her a coca cola bottle shape.
Nobody ever really paid Lisa much attention when Marcia stood beside her. Lisa had a cute face but she was straight up and down. Marcia had the face and the body.
Every move that Marcia was making was turning Travis on and angering him both at the same time fuck.
That disrespectful ass bitch, I'm taking that pussy AND money, he decided as he grabbed the bulge that was beginning to grow in his pants.
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Marcia collapsed into her bed feeling as though her entire world was spinning. Damn I drank too much she thought to herself as she began to dose of.Suddenly, the phone began to ring causing her to jump out of her sleep. She looked at her phone and rolled hers eyes at the thought of somebody calling her private at that hour.
Feeling jaded, she hit end on the phone without the slightest curiosity. The phone immediately began to ring again. "WHAT," she snapped as she clicked her phone on in haste.
"What do you mean 'WHAT' didn't your momma ever teach you how to talk to people, you impolite bitch," her bestfriend Lisa tormented from the other end of the phone. Marcia instantly hung up and threw her phone on the ground annoyed by Lisa's late night childs play.
The shock of her phone ringing again caused Marcia to sit up ready for war. It was 4am, and she had just brought her tipsy ass home about an hour ago.
A loud thump in the living room drew Marcia's attention away from the phone, it sounded as though something had fell. It had only been about 6 months since she had been out of foster care and being alone made her feel slightly skittish at times.
Marcia ignored the thump and buried her head under the pillow in an attempt to block out the endless noise. As soon as Marcia began to fall back asleep the phone began ringing again.
Either I'm losing my mind or these rings are getting louder, she thought to herself as her head continued to spin.
"What Lisa, what the fuck do you want?" Marcia snapped.
"Damn Marcia, you don't have to act all stank just because you have a nigga over there," Lisa purposely alleged.
"What are you talking about, I'm home alone fool," Marcia explained.
"I seen dude from Roscoe's car outside, you aint got to lie ho, you aint got to lie," Lisa teased imitating a scene from a movie.
"Bye ho," Marcia snapped as she clicked her phone off in frustration.
Lisa damn sure knew how to mess a good night up. This wasn't the first time Lisa used Marcia's exhaustion as her nightly entertainment, but her persistence and annoyance was making Marcia want to kick her ass.
Marcia put her phone on silent and snuggled up with her pillow making a mental note to curse Lisa out first thing in the morning.
"Feel like you too good bitch," a familiar male voice bellowed out of nowhere as Marcia realized she had been restrained.
Several scenarios plagued her mind as Marcia began to panic. Her late Uncle Po had always told her "stay alert, stay alive," and not checking out the thud in the living room may have cost her, her life.
Marcia grabbed and pulled in an attempt to free her face from under her duvet. "Keep still bitch, this won't hurt unless you make it," her attacker advised. Oh shit Marcia thought to herself. She was about to get raped and was scared as hell. The last mutha fucka that attempted to rape Marcia ended up 6ft under and she was not about to go out without a fight.
The stranger revealed himself to her, and she realized that it was a guy that she had dismissed at Roscoe's.
Marcia gave him a blank stare as she attempted to formulate a plan. Travis was disappointed with her lack of emotion and wanted her to feel as small as she made him feel.
"You know that you don't have to rape me, I was feeling you at Roscoe's, I was just playing hard to get, and I was sooooo disappointed when you gave up. My pussy gets wet just like your dick gets hard so let's just do the damn thing," Marcia lied, as she seductively licked her lips in hopes for a chance to get away.
Travis began to laugh psychotically.
"Fuck you" he replied coldly as he slapped Marcia dizzy. Marcia's heart dropped as she tasted blood in her mouth. "That's right, struggle bitch," he taunted, as he hit her again. "Ohhh Daddy, spank me again, I like it ruff," Marcia moaned, not knowing what else to do.
As soon as those words left her lips, Travis tossed her off the bed, growing tired of this game she was trying to play. What Travis didn't realize was that he tossed her within reach of her .22.
Without hesitation, Marcia reached under her bed and pulled it out, pointing it directly at him.
Travis laughed again, this time even more psychotic then the first time.
"Oh you gonna shoot me pussy ass ho, THEN SHOOT." Marcia had never killed anyone but today was going to be that day. Her heart skipped a beat as she cocked back.Click
Marcia began to freeze, causing her to come to. An excoriating pain ripped through her stomach as the sickening reality of the situation began to sink in. Marcia tried to open her eyes, but it was as though they were stuck together.
After a long struggle, she managed to open them slightly and what she saw was horrific.
She was lying on the ground behind the garbage can in a pool of blood. Marcia felt so weak that she couldn't even move an arm let alone her body. She began to recollect the chain of events that took place that night and then it hit her how she got there.
When she tried to shoot, her gun jammed and that's the last thing she remembered. She could tell that her body had been evaded and judging by the amount of pain that she was feeling, she assumed he beat her until he thought that she was dead and then dumped her as though she was trash.
Marcia started sobbing to herself, praying that somebody would find her before sunrise. As Marcia laid in misery, she heard a loud noise and something came crashing down onto her head.
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The Avengement
General FictionAfter awaking from a five year coma, a street savvy Californian named Marcia crosses paths with Zula, the Black and Asian beauty from New York. With red in her eyes, Marcia entices her on a journey of fast money, deceit, and bloodshed. With the law...