Did I Ever Mention

Chapter 6

Acclie had met Karra at their cafe the next day. Acclie was not planning on telling Karra that her and Chris had sex. Karra, considering what she probably did with him at the club the night of their fight, would be pissed. Acclie had pulled up into the cafe parking lot in her stunning custom Bugatti. Ever since meeting Chris at the same cafe, the paparazzi swarmed her. Getting out was a damn challenge in itself!

Acclie smiled and waved and posed. When she was asked who she was meeting at the caffe, Acclie simply stated: "Karra, my friend." Another guy with ginger-colored hair wearing a Sacramento Kings basketball cap shouted: "What's your relationship status with Chris Meznon!?"

Acclie gave a cocky smile at that one as she entered the cafe. "I'm just having fun." She waved for one last picture. Closing the cafe door, she took off her huge Gucci sunglasses and adjusted to the indoor light. All those flashes had made her dizzy.

"Acc! Over here!"

Acclie looked in the direction where she heard Karra's high pitched, Kim Kardashian voice. She saw her and strutted over to the table Karra had reserved for them.

"What took you so damn long? I've been waiting for, like, half a hour!" Karra asked in a sarcastic voice.

"Um.. Well," Acclie started. "I kinda got swarmed by tons of paparazzi guys out there." She chose her words carefully. She was DEF not telling Karra about her and Chris. If Karra asked why paparazzi were following Acclie, Acclie would be screwed and have to tell her.

Acclie nodded her head toward the door, so Karra could understand that they were right outside.

"Huh. More money just flying into your damn banking account?" Karra eyed Acclie as she spat the words.

Karra had never questioned Acclie about how she came into so much money. Let alone anyone for that matter. How she came into money? She found herself a sugar-daddy and took his money from him like she would have took candy from a baby. Along with her great-aunt's life insurance reform, Acclie was living the lifestyle many people would do anything for.

Acclie sipped on her mocha-latte Karra had already ordered for her. Setting it back down, she flipped her straightened deep-brown hair and peered at Karra in a intimidating way. "Actually, while we're on the subject of money, it's called hard work and savings, Karra. If you need some money, get out of your gross-ass ghetto apartment and find a job. There's actually a McDonald's not too far from here. I'm sure you can sniff out a flipping-burgers-application there, you dumb bitch."

Acclie stood up and dumped the rest of her mocha-latte on Karra's cheap, knock-off clothes. "My bad, bitch. Forget my apology." Acclie used a dead-panned tone. She threw the empty plastic cup at Karra and walked out to her Bugatti.

She revved the custom's engine, and slid on her Gucci sunglasses. How fucking classy of Karra, Acclie thought. As she pulled out of the parking lot, something in Acclie changed. She saw hallusinations of people walking across the street, or dogs scampering across the road to get to the other side. Jerking her foot onto the brakes, a car from her left slammed right into her Bugatti, a T-Bone collision-crash, it's called.

What Acclie didn't realize was that she had slammed the breaks in the middle of a intersection, with her lane having a red light.

A car from behind jolted into hers as well. The Bugatti's air-bag exploded out onto her, even though she was already being tousled around like a rag doll.

Dear God, Acclie prayed, Save me now... I'm sorry for everything. What I ever did to anyone.

A tear slipped from her eye silently, then Acclie started screaming, as her torture went on.