Charm is a twenty two year old, go getter that works at The Lion's Den club. What will happen when her high school crush Zion come back in town with his soon to be pregnant wife Ruth?
"Coloring the world with myimagination" -Q aka Là'Novel •~~•~~•~~•~~•~~•~~•~~•~~•~~• *Before you continue to read this chapter make sure you vote below and leave a comment I appreciate the feedback and love mwah 💋 Harley
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I couldn't sleep right from Charm crying all night it was like I was looking after a infant baby instead of a grown ass women...I couldn't take it anymore.
"Harley...." I groaned suffocating myself with one of the couch pillows "yes Charm?" I had asked lifting my head up "What I'm going to do?" She asked I could hear in her cracked voice she was going to break out in tears again.
"Shut it okay" I stood up walking over to her "you literally can't let this man get the best of you when he didn't even get you, some guy bust his head wide open preventing it from happening" she sighed "move the fuck on ok" she looked at me searching for some type of sympathy but, I guess she couldn't find none .
"Fine, I'm go get us something to eat and fill out applications for a new damn job" she responded sassily roughly rubbing her sleeve on her cheeks to remove the tear drops off her face. I honestly felt bad for her but, if I shown weakness it will make her feel alright to sit and whine all day. And that isn't how Harley Jenkins go out.
Charm
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That incident with Don didn't have me torn at all it only made me tight, it was mostly what happened in my teenage years that broken me but, I didn't want to mention that to Harley.
I can't burden others with my problems after all their mines...
I had got into my jeep starting it up "lord give me the strength to get through these trials" I silently prayed to myself as I back out the driveway pulling off to get me some chipotle.
Sadness and starvation definitely doesn't mix...trust me its like having a bleeding cut with no peroxide, alcohol or bandaids.
Harley
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