Not to be trusted

Chapter 1: It all seems so.. well not simple

Alexandra was a medium sized girl about 5'5 with a skinny waist and a big butt, she was built like a model with a beautiful face and long black curly hair, which caused her trouble where shes from. She was tired and exhausted from school when she walked into her house and saw her mother slumped onto the floor, again... this time it was different though her mom was gushing blood out of the side of her nose, Alexandra called 911 frantically, even though her mom was a shitty parent she was all she had. When the paramedics came they rushed her to the ER as quick as possible, this wasn't her first time seeing her mother lying in a bed layed with white sheets and with an IV dripping fluids into it, but every time she was in here she felt her heart race and her pulse rocket. The nervousness would set inside her when she even thought about loosing her mom. Who else would she have? Growing up with a dead beat dad and a family on crack in the middle of East Harlem. Faith, her mother had finally awoken, when she did she said "Alexandra give me a fucking smoke", knowing she couldn't smoke in the hospital. Faith wasn't a pleasant women to be around, and if you had a choice she wouldn't be your number one. When the doctors discharged faith they told Alexandra this was due to an overdose of heroin, common but usually fatal. The doctors said her mother was already so hopped up on so many other drugs it caused a fatal reaction, and this wasn't the first time Alexandra had heard this from a doctor, it wouldn't be the last. As soon as Faith was discharged from the hospital she got out of there as soon as possible, walking down 105th street where they lived on FDR drive. Their house was a peice of shit, or so Alexandra always called it, ceiling leaking, door locks broken,matress being eaten by  rats, she tried not to complain though. When they got into the house Faith explains to Alexandra, that she did not take those drugs, Alexandra casually turned her words aside, her mom was completely wasted half of the time and had no idea what she was talking about. Usually after about 5 drinks and a few puffs Faith was out like a candle, which is when Alexandra would leave to go see her boyfriend who was known in the streets as "señor arma" which meant gun lord. Señor arma was the leader of the almighty latin kings, which was dangerous shit. His real name was Enrique, his face was structured like a model, just like Alexandra. His jaw line was sharp, his eyes were dark around the edges with a pinch of green right in between his pupil and lining of his outer eye, his hair was jet black and curly and he always kept it cut on the sides and short on the top, his lips were perfectly shaped, plump and moist, he had a slight beard that excentuated his bone structure, he was about 6'2 and as muscular as a grown man... because he was a grown man. Enrique was 25 and Alexandra was 16, but it didn't matter in harlem. Alexandra was the queen of East side Harlem because Enrique was the most feared on the block, Enriques skin was a light brown shade of caramel which enhanced Alexandras olive skin tone. They were almost the perfect couple except for the fact Enrique was a drug lord and killed more people than you can count on your hands. When she got to Enriques house the first thing they did was roll up a blunt and start kissing, they would always fight, because Enrique was extremely jealous of everyone and everything that touched what was his, Alexandra. Some days Alexandra would come home with a bloody lip, and her mom was to hopped up to know that Enrique did it. After 5 minutes of making out with Enrique, Alexandra heard a car swerve into the road and stop in front of his house. It was Tyrese. The Latin Kings were rivals with the crips, which Tyrese was apart of.. and he came to shoot any living thing in his house that night.