Where do I Really Belong?

Chapter One: Meet Raven

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I don't know how long I've been trapped in this stupid crack house, but I know one thing: these weed heads better not touch me, or else. The only thing keeping me sane is the radio playing music. They need to play some Rihanna. "Aye Shawty! Wanna hit one? Seem stressed out" one last had said to me. "No thank you," I calmly replied. Everyone started laughing, hysterically. Only reason they laughed was because they knew I didn't smoke. My next run with the crew is in 20 minutes! Yes! But before I move on, lemme tell you how my world works.

I'm Raven. Last name? Not sure, I don't even think I have one. The story is that when I was a baby, my parents were killed in a car crash by a swamp, meaning no one was around to see it. But as I was gasping for air, some crackheads were driving by, came, and saved me. As a result, they've been my family for the past sixteen years. The person driving that vehicle was Charde. She's my pimp. So she the main one I trust.

See, my world is different from all the others. Our system isn't complex, so it's easy to pick up. Okay. First, there are the drug lords. They run these projects. They control what comes in and out. They control what drugs the pimps can and can't sell. Then are the drug dealers, they are next in power, but I'm not in that system.

Next, are the pimps. They are the drug lords' eyes; kinda like street patrol. We hold a service where in exchange for a couple of bills, our girls will obey any command. Most of our customers are wealthy men who have a little fun. Yeah, they blow their money like wind is coming at them, but that's because everyone under them has to obey them. They have girls at their feet; they live the good life. Now, all the pimps have to worry about is not getting caught and their "workers" not getting caught.

Next are the escorts, this is my group.. We're like our pimp's assistant. When our pimp is busy with an assignment, we come in with our objectives for the day. Because Charde doesn't want me with any men before I'm 18, I'm the escort of my section. Plus I'm the most intelligent because I was taught since I could talk. Even better, I have a bit of experience in self defense in case one of the men try to go too far with me. You'd think everyone would be bullying me; wrong. I get a lot of respect because I'm accomplishing so much at a young age. Also that I'm the assistant of the only female pimp in the entire Angelwood projects, and the most powerful.

Then, there are the workers. They are the girls who go with the men for a certain amount of time, bring in the cash, and get paid. We have every type of girl, from ghetto to bougie. Last, there are the compound hoes. This term is for men and women. These are the people that are drug dealers AND take a shift in the pimp business. I don't know if this is their official title, but I just call them that.

Now I bet you're confused on why drug lords are collaborating with pimps and prostitutes. See, we help each other out; pull certain strings and get the job done. Plus, we don't want the cops getting into our business. The Angelwood projects are anything but ordinary. If I was a normal 16 year old girl, I'd be terrified. But I cant. If I had a mother, I would tell her, "Momma, I didn't chose the hood life. The hood life chose me."

Back to the present, our 20 minutes had passed as it was time for me to take one of the girls, Heather for her 5'o clock appointment. Heather was a new one; she had just gotten fired from her job and and nowhere else to do, so she joined the business. "Rav, is it normal for me to be scared?" she asked in her trembling voice. "Don't worry sweetie, you're gonna get used to it. There's nothing to worry-" BANG BANG CLACK PUNCH FIGHTING NOISES. "Nevermind". I used to be like her: scared to move, cry whenever someone got killed or beat up, but now , a beating became regular like the ice cream man. This place teaches you how to be tough, really it does, I can't even remember the last time I cried. I held Heather as she was shaking in fear, poor thing. She's 26 and balling like an infant.

After I dropped off Heather, I got a text from Charde. Must be business. 

My Pimp💙: how's Heather 

Me: pretty good, she shook back 

My Pimp💙: thats good .got good news 

Me: what's that? 

My Pimp💙: you start high school in a few weeks! Signed tha papers 2day!(:

I put my phone in my pocket because I can't believe what I just read. That lady knows I'm anti social! I've been homeschooled all my life and I have two years left what's the point? I don't feel like getting pimp slapped, so I'm just gonna keep my mouth shut. To be honest I'm kinda nervous. I mean I'm tall, slender, and brown so I'll fit in, I guess it's just butterflies in my stomach. Haven't had those in a while. If I don't stop thinking about school now, I'm gonna lose it.

BANG BANG! Oh look, an ambush. Let me go see the victim, yeah that'll keep me distracted.

Hi guys! This is the first chapter of WDIB! I'm so excited on writing this story! Next chapter will be about Chelsea and how her life goes! Sorry I don't have a cover for the story, if anyone's interested, just message me! I swear I don't bite! Thanks! Feel free to comment or vote!

-Lovely Rose is ouutttiiieee!