FROM THE UNDERWORLD: QUEEN OF HELL.

CHAPTER 3.

    
                                        DAWN RD.

SEPHORA'S POV.

* The Morning by The Weeknd.

It's a Wednesday night, a very boring Wednesday night. I'm laying on my king-sized bed, staring at the ceiling of my large en-suite in deep thought.
I hope LA is our last stop.
I'm tired of running away from the gods know what.

Tonight my mom isn't home- of which she barely is lately, she's always out doing work or whatever she keeps up with when she leaves me in this manor.

I wonder if she's found a new racer boyfriend, hmm.

I wouldn't be surprised honestly, she's been having that, "I'm getting down and dirty," type of glow if you know what I mean- *wink wink.

Don't get me wrong she's a very gorgeous, modest lady.
She could become a Vogue model if she wanted to be.

Anyways, so on the days she leaves me home alone, I race.
Alone, drifting and leaving tire marks on Dawn RD. The road I've taken a liking to since I've been here. It's been 3 weeks now, 3 weeks of mother not being home, meaning 3 weeks of favorable racing for me!

I don't even bother hiding myself with the wigs, contacts & all when going out for a night speed-run. She's caught me once.. twice okay- maybe 3 times, oh and trust me I did not hear the end of it! My ears were left bleeding on that day,
"You're putting your life at risk Sephora!" She screamed, "keep this up and I'll take away your keys!"

Not gonna lie, when I heard that I almost shat my pants. What do you mean.. take my keys!?

But anyways, that didn't stop me. Today seems like a great day to race. Will she have my ass on a platter when she comes back? Yes, absolutely.

Do I care about it right now?
Absolutely, Not.
I laugh at my humor.
Unfortunately for my mom BUT fortunately for me; racing, speeding & cars are the only things keeping her only daughter alive right now.

I call them my adrenaline anti-depressants, pretty cool right?
Again, what's the point of buying all these cars if not for the sole purpose of taking them for a spin, a wild ride. It would be like having legs and not using them.
A crime indeed and I am no offender.

All the money for the cars, is the motive.

Plus hiding away from the world is beginning to suck serious ass. It's unnecessarily adding more rocks to my already rocky life.

Cars are my life! Did I tell y'all that!?
Yeah, I already did but repeating it won't hurt anybody. Cars are simply my fulfillment and there's no better place to fulfill all these desires other than Los Angeles!

I hop out the shower quickly, hurrying to get ready so I can come back home before mother dearest does.

I wear a simple outfit.
Black long sleeved, mid-thigh length, oval neck, skims dress. The dress shapes my B-cup breasts, pops out my full round ass, reveals my slim abs waist and accentuates my medium curves.
I pair the dress with an oversized black chrome-hearts zip up hoodie, off white J4's, a shiny pearl necklace, silver ankle bracelets, my birth ring- one I always have on.
Also my douple lobe diamond piercings on each ear.
Lastly spraying on my Versace Eros EDT cologne.

I'm a sucker for male colognes!

Now, ready to go!

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