Raquel and Charlotte

Chapter III

CHAPTER 3

8 PM Evening

*After crying herself to sleep. Raquel wakes up from her bed and goes over to her computer desk. She turns on her computer and goes over to her YouTube to start her Livestream. She looks at herself through the computer to make sure the stream is running smoothly and notices people in her chat already commenting*

Raquel: Ayyyy. I already some people here. What's up, SopranoSlicer ? What's up, PonyissaSaint? Man, it's been a really stressful day. I feel like killing myself, honestly

(in a high pitched sarcastic feminine tone) Who else feels like killing themselves?!? We should all do it at once!! Tehe! Nah, I'm just playin

*reads someone's comment*

Raquel: "Are you gonna cosplay as any  characters, today?"

Nah, Soprano. I'm not in the mood today… I just… haven't felt like it, I've been dealing with too much lately and … When was the last time I even cosplayed? Probably like… the beginning of February? Yeah. Crazy how February seems likes age ago

*Raquel notices another comment*

Raquel: Pony says "How come criminal organizations aren't that present nowadays like they were back in the 20th century?"

Oh they still are, Pony. It's just that they operate more so on the quieter side. Behind the scenes.

They aren't as reported on as they were back in the day. Although a lot of them have either been killed or in jail and there's a lot more ways of surveillance and recording such activities happening

Actually I've read a book from a former Italian mob boss named Micheal Franzese and he talks about his former life in the Colombo crime family back in the 80s.

He was really informative about the times back in the day.

Also I learned that some crime families actually weren't supposed to deal with drugs and that if you did, then you got
…whacked.

I didn't fuckin know that! When I read that, I was like,  "How come I knew all this other shit about mob life but I didn't know that!?" *Chuckles* It's weird.

Well it's not really that weird, cause it's the cartels that mainly dabble with cocaine and stuff

Speaking of which, I know you long time subscribers already know this, but I'm just telling my newcomers over here… Before covid hit and made everyone lose their jobs, I used to work at a bar.

It was this ecstatic bar in Miami where you saw all these flashy men and women  in colorful ass suits and flower shirts, being absolute party-animals and horndogs

Funny enough I saw someone there who actually looked like Pitbull. The rapper pitbull, not the actual dog

But anyways, there were rumors of that bar being secretly run by a small gang of people who participate in all types of shady stuff. But no one's able to have confirmed it yet

And honestly that entices me a little (nervous chuckle). I know that sounds weird. But I'm curious to know if those people are actually real and to know how their inner workings are.

I don't know, I can't help it. I'm into this type of stuff. Gangs, criminals organizations, serial killers, scammers, prostitutes. I'm into that type of shit, what can I say. I'm such a whore for it. But not irl. I'd be way too pussy to live that  life. Trust and believe that

In fact let me tell you my top 5 crime films, I don't think I've ever told you guys. You guys have asked it a lot so I'll spill it. Goodfellas, Scarface, American Psycho, Leon the Professional, and… honestly whatever the Safdie Brothers are doing. They're my favorite new directors when it comes to crime

*Raquel reads a comment that makes her shift her mind from her fan-girling. Her anxiety starts to flourish more and more

Raquel: "How's your friend Alice? We haven't seen her in weeks. Just wanted to know how she's been "

Raquel: (In a quieter unnerving tone of voice) Alice?.... Who's Alice?... I don't know any Alice…oh….my friend who I used to cosplay with ? The friend who I'd do anything , even risk my life for?..m The friend who was so caring to whatever issues I had told her and needed help from?  The only person in my life who I've ever loved with all my heart?.... OR THE BITCH WHO BETRAYED ME WHEN I NEEDED HER MOST!?

   *Raquel grabs her hair and screeches at the top of her lungs

Ahhh!! I WISH THAT BITCH WOULD BURN IN HELL!!

*She loses her mind in a frenzy and bangs her head on her desk then on the computer screen. She then collapses onto the floor with her forehead bleeding outside her head. The computer is now cracked and slanted back by the blunt impact she had from her anxiety attack. The chat on her live stream is repeatedly typing their confusion as to what happened as Raquel is now laid on the floor. Motionless and unresponsive