Something Called Love..............

1:Queen

Edited......

Chapter 1:Queen

Started from the bottom now we're here, started from the bottom now the whole team here....

The lyrics blasted through the speakers of her bright red Porsche. She nodded her head to the beat, tapping her acrylic nails on the steering wheel as she waited patiently for the light to change. She was so into her music that she didn't even notice that the light had.

A horn blared and made her jump in her seat. Muttering some colorful words, she zoomed through the lights. Leaving the angry driver, who had little patience?

Parking her car in the driveway of her mother's three-story house, she got out and adjusted her thick frames on her face then reapplied her lipstick. It's been months since she's visited. The city was her home, but the country was where she grew up.

She lived on a small farm with her parents and younger siblings. Growing up, they didn't have much but, they had it all now. Standing on the veranda, she admired the fact that nothing had changed, only the people in it. Her name's Belinda, she hated the name as a child.

She despised the name so much that she changed it to something she preferred, something that said, Queen. Moving to the city, Belinda was no more than a fragment from her past, making way for Queenie. With the name, she felt important and everyone knew it, as it is displayed boldly on the front of her Porsche.

The only thing that hadn't changed was her hair. Although she braided it from time to time and adds weave to it, she loved everything about her natural hair. She was no longer referred to as slim, she had gotten a lot thicker and she loved every bit of her curves.

She was about to open the front door when a young man beat her to it. He was in awe, for such beauty stood before him that he didn't notice her lips moving until she snapped her fingers in front of him. She eyed the man from head to toe, taking in every bit of toned muscle on his body to the most captivating caramel looking eyes she ever saw. He too was scanning her body from her thick hair placed neatly in a bun to her long chocolate legs that he dreamed of running his hands on.

Taking off her sunglasses, she smiled at the man, which he returned. She was so caught up looking into those pair of caramel orbs that she didn't notice her mother behind the man until she cleared her throat. Queenie regained her posture then looked at her mother who smiled.

"What brings you to this place?" her mother asked as she embraced her eldest daughter. Flashing her mother one of her megawatt smiles, Queenie replied, "why, to see my Mama of course."

The only time she ever heard from her eldest was through a phone call, which happened rarely. She did send money from time to time, but all she wanted was for Queenie to just come home and never return to the big city, which she now calls her home. Ever since her husband's death, she longed for the company, since her daughter bought a house that could house up to ten people. It was so spacious that she tended to get lost while wandering the lonely halls.

She didn't like the fact of putting the house that she and her husband built, from the little they had, up for sale. Even though it was small, Eve made herself cozy with her husband and three beautiful children. She was holding on to her memories. After months of Queenie's constant nagging, Eve finally put the house up for sale. It wasn't much but Eve was happy about it.

She stayed in the house for another three weeks before putting an ad in the local newspaper. A week later a young man, Kayden Stevens, showed up on her doorstep with two large bags and the first month's rent. He was an English literature professor at Richmond Community College.

"I'm heading out now," Kayden shouted at Mrs. Eve, but she was engrossed in conversation with the mysterious woman who hadn't given him her name. As he passed in the hallway leading to the front door, he saw a picture that caught his eye. A beautiful dark chocolate girl smiled brightly, showing off her perfect teeth, wearing a pretty white dress, and two pigtails reaching her shoulders.

"Who is he?" Queenie asked as she ate from her plate of macaroni pie and baked chicken.

"Kayden Steven," Mrs. Eve said to her daughter, "he rents one of the rooms upstairs" she continued.

Queenie looked at her mother, "Ma, what did I tell you about letting strangers in here" her daughter retorted. Eve just smiled at her as she picked up her empty plate and put it in the sink.

"It gets lonely here," Eve said as she washed the plate. "So how has the city been treating you?" Eve asked her daughter as they both retired to the living room making small talk.

"Good, great. Opened up another shop on the coast," Queenie said proudly and her mother beamed with excitement. Eve was happy for her daughter and her accomplishments; she now owned three salons and a restaurant.

"What about Markus?"

Gosh, why now!

"I dumped him," she said

"It's about time," Eve said. She hated Markus with a passion, she believed that he was only with her daughter because she had done so much for herself. She didn't know what her daughter saw in him. All she saw was a worthless good for nothing bastard.

"Have you heard from Dre and Stasi?" she asked. Last Mrs. Eve knew about her younger children were, Andre Adams was one of Richmond's biggest drug lord, and Nastasi Adams was bringing forth her fourth child.

"Dre was here, as for your sister I haven't seen her since the incident," Eve muttered quietly to herself. She only wanted the best for her kids. Eve had kicked out her youngest daughter at the age of seventeen. At the time, Queenie was twenty-one and worked as a waitress in a small café two blocks from their home. Both Andre and Queenie didn't know the reason why their mother kicked out their sister until three months later. Dre was at the pharmacy picking up his dad's medication when he saw her with some guy he'd never met before. A guy he knew was no good. When he got home later that day, he and his sister finally got the real reason why Stasi no longer lived with them.

To this very day, Queenie still felt that her mother was hiding something. She knew it wasn't just Stasi pregnancy that got her kicked out. Queenie was pregnant at eighteen but her baby died three months after he was born.

Queenie looked at her mother asked "What do you think about running one of my shops?" Eve looked at her daughter as she continued. "I'm meeting with some investors tomorrow about buying the land over by the cinema, I am bringing a salon and a club to Richmond Mama," she said excitedly. Eve knew her daughter didn't leave the city to see her but at least she was here and she was happy.