Peach Dollhouse Excerpt
Full novel coming Wednesday, January 15th.
© Peach Dollhouse 2014
“I appreciate you taking her to do the bank run for me, Ci. I will get Frank to drop me off at the shop when we leave the mall so you can do your magic on me before we dip out. Bye girls.” Brooke waved to them as she got into the passenger seat of Frank’s gray Range Rover.
“Ugggggghhhhh, I swear!” Kitty exclaimed as she got into Ciara’s truck.
Ciara loaded her travel case with her hair supplies in the back and got behind the wheel. Her cell phone started to ring as soon as she turned her ignition on. She pressed the ignore button on the phone when Edward’s face popped on her screen.
She had been arguing with him all night and she was drained. It was useless. He wanted his cake and to eat it too and he wasn’t going to get that with Ciara. She was five thousand short of her goal that she needed to have her gender reassignment surgery. The surgery was going to be twenty-five thousand dollars, but she wanted to have emergency money put up just in case she had to take off work longer or she had some type of complications.
Last night Edward told her that he loved her and that he wanted to married her. He also offered to pay off her school loan that she had took out to go to Aveda beauty school and that he would build her the salon of her dreams under one condition. That she changed her mind about the gender reassignment surgery and kept her penis. She argued with him until she was hoarse. She left in the middle of the night and came home to the Dollhouse.
“Bitch, what are you so frustrated about? You have not been up all night arguing. You just don’t know that man is about to drive me crazy,” Ciara said as they pulled onto the highway headed to Snob Life Studio where she still worked.
“Y’all ungrateful bitches kill me. If I had a rich heart surgeon as a boyfriend, I wouldn’t be sucking and fucking creepy motherfuckers for money! You think I would go stand on my feet all day doing weaves and shit? Bitch, you are supposed to be living the life! What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Kitty was wiggling the knot out of the bag of money so that she could get her cut. She would make the Dollhouse deposit and she would also make a deposit into her and Payton’s account at the same time.
Paying attention to road, Ciara said. “I make plans. I’m a planner. I’ve already plotted my course, and I’m not going to let a man stop me. Selling ass is only temporary. I don’t like sucking and fucking strangers any more than you do, but I have an end goal. I’m going to have my surgery, and I’m going to get my own salon. It could be a hell of a lot worst. Have you ever just sat down and talked to Lisa and Brooke? Those girls have been through it. that is why they go all out to make sure that we are always straight and that we have the best of the best.”
Finally getting the tight knot out the bag, Kitty counted out twenty-five hundred dollars and put the rest of the money back in the bag. She got a blank deposit slip out of her purse and filled it out with the new amount on it. She stuck the new deposit slip in the bag and threw the one that Brooke had filled out in the air and let the wind carry it away as the truck headed full speed down the highway.
Kitty filled out a deposit slip in her checkbook adding five thousand dollars that she made on her date last night plus the twenty five hundred dollars that she had gotten out of the Dollhouse money. Kitty looked out the side of her eye as she noticed Ciara looking back and forth from the road to what she was doing with the cash.
“I hear you. You’re starting to sound like the rest of them cackling hens in the Dollhouse. Y’all act like Lisa and Brooke are the second coming of Jesus. Them two bitches aren’t angels. They are some muthafucking murderers! Their time is coming sooner rather than later.”
Kitty got out the truck as soon as Ciara pulled up in front of the bank.
“Baby, what is wrong with you? Have you lost your rabid ass mind? You can’t fly off the handle like that. I know that you are holding a lot of stuff in right now, but baby, hold it together. Remember, I am the only one that you can talk to about that. Just know that I love you and that our time is coming near. We are going to make those bitches feel the pain. Just keep doing what you are doing,” Payton said to Kitty as she walked into the bank.
A very handsome man was exiting the bank. He had his eyes on Kitty and was just about to compliment her on her beauty when he noticed her talking to herself. He looked hard and he didn’t see a phone in her hand, nor did he see a Bluetooth device.
“What looks like crazy on summer day in the A?” he said to himself as he walked to his drop-top Porsche parked in the handicap section in front of the bank.
“You are right baby. I’m sorry I just get so tired. You know that I’m outnumbered in that house. Then they just brought in three more girls to work part-time. You told me to only get unnoticeable amounts every deposit, but this isn’t making a dent in them bitches’ accounts. They are making money like they are printing it. Those hoes are around there carrying twenty thousand dollar purses and shit! They are living big! That is supposed to be you and me on that high horse, not them worthless hoes. They are happy. I want to be happy. I want to be able to feel you and see you all the time. I’m tired of this shit. Them bitches supposed to be miserable not me. ” Kitty quieted down before she entered the bank.
Ciara had peeped what Kitty was doing. She couldn’t believe that she was stealing money from the girls as good as they have been to her. Kitty said it herself that when she met them all she had one outfit and one pair of underwear and she was stuck out here from Arizona. Atlanta was a long damn way from Arizona.
That bitch should be grateful. She act like she’s entitled or something, Ciara thought to herself.
