Stab Her in Her Back

Chapter 5

Tracy
Raniqua has it so good? She is like ghetto royalty? How is this possible? I've always been told that I'm more likely to be successful. To find a husband. But it looks like Raniqua's skanky ass is gonna beat me to it. She has the perfect boyfriend and she has a good job. Shit. She works as a hair stylist and my ass still working in Publix. But for a lady with my job description you wouldn't believe that I work there. I keep myself classy and well dressed. I always look my damn best. I could be poor and bitches wouldn't know.

I called my friend Damon.
"Hey Tracy." He answered.
"Hey Damon. I need a favor." I replied.
"What's that beautiful?"
"I need you to hack Raniqua's Facebook."
"Okay not a problem. I will be over soon."
"Thanks."

A few hours later
Damon worked his computer magic. And in no time he was in Raniqua's account. I made a status. The status said.
"I have a confession. I am a hoe and always have been. My body count is so high my pussy is on life support. I rely on Tracy to pay for my condoms and Doctor visits."

After posting the status I sat back and watch. I saw people commenting and reacting to the post. This is good. Really good.

Asia
Zion and I are out to lunch. He couldn't take me anywhere fancy because my time was so limited. I didn't mind McDonald's.
"So what subject do you teach?" He asked.
"English." I replied.
"So when I write a letter to my boss for this promotion you can proof read it for me?"
"Sure."
"Amazing."
"Where do you work?"
"I work at a publishing company."
"So if I write a book you can help me get it published?"
"I will try my best."
"Okay."
"You look beautiful as fuck."
"Thank you."
"I want to take you out."
"We are out."
"No I mean out. Like somewhere nice."
"When?"
"When are you free?"
"Tonight."
"What about your sister."
"I can send her to my aunty's house."
"Okay. I will pick you up at 8."
"Okay . I have to get back to work soon."
"Okay you done with your food?"
"Yeah."

Later that night
I pulled permed hair into a bun. I laid my edges. I didn't put any make up on. I rarely wear it anyway. I only had make up on today because I had the extra time on my hands and I got bored. I threw on my light blue ripped jeans and a floral top with matching floral shoes.
I looked in my mirror. I'm not sure if I should wear this. I went in Africa's room.
"Afri how do I look?" I asked.
"Amazing." She replied in awe.
"Really?"
"Yes."
My phone rang the classic xylophone ringtone for iPhones. Zion is calling me. I smiled from ear to ear.
"Hello?" I answered.
"I'm outside." He said. His deep voice made my heart flutter.
"Okay."
I ended the call.
"You have to go?" Afri asked.
"Yes be good. No boys no parties." I replied as I kissed her on her forehead. She smiled at me.
I hurried out of my apartment and hopped in Zion's car.

Felicia
I'm about to close a deal on a restaurant. It's been my dream to own my own restaurant. My dream is about to come true soon. Next week the building should be in my name. It needs some renovations but its the ideal building size. I've been saving for a while to get this place. I have to hire contractors and pick out some furniture and decorations. This is going to be a big project. I went online and looked up some tables and chairs. I decided to get black tables and chairs. If there is an occasion or holiday I can change one of the colors decoration wise. For the grand opening everything will be black and white. I can't wait. I will still do catering but the restaurant will be my main source of income.
Its time to close up. I can't wait to stop renting in a plaza. I can have my own space soon. I wiped the counters and my staff helped clean up. Once everything was clean we all left and I locked up.

At Lawrence's house
Lawrence laid next to me. I kissed him. He looked at me and laughed.
"What?" I asked.
"You look ugly as shit." He chuckled.
"I'm tired."
"I can see that."
"Shut the fuck up man."
"Why? Cause you look ugly? You hardly look pretty."
"Fuck you!" I shouted. I got up from his bed and left.

At home
I was fuming in anger. Raniqua saw the look on my face.
"What did he do?" She asked.
"He called me ugly and told me I hardly look pretty." I said in a small voice.
"Bitch you ain't beat his ass?"
"No."
"What I told you about letting these niggas disrespect you. You a beautiful mother-fucking queen."
"I know but.."
"Ain't no buts. Girl know your worth. If you don't he gonna keep doing this shit to you."
I know she is right.