It's not you it's me. Funny how that phrase works, you see how the guys all want you to think that they have moved on or met somebody else, or some bullshit like that. Well that's what my douchebag of a boyfriend is doing as we speak. I should have known he was a damn fuckboy from the start but hey, can't blame a girl for trying, the truth is they all are at one point, they like to hit it and quit it.
Well this is where my story starts as soon as I knee him in the dick and walk away like the bitch I am. Hi, my name is Serena Cole, I live in Chicago's shittiest most ghetto part of town but hey I only live here until I turn 18 which will be in not even a year. I'm an only child; I live with my constantly drunk father and pill popping mom.
I have a gang called the Black Mambas, me being the leader and my best friend being Celeste as my second in command. There are 7 people in my gang but four are the only ones important in doing operations which are obviously me the person behind the operations and orders, Celeste my hacker, Jonas my sniper/sharp shooter, and Dominic the man for just about anything that's left.
As soon as I walk through the door of my broken home, I hear yelling and screaming coming from the kitchen, nothing new in this hellhole, I start to head up to my bedroom, but get stopped by my mother. " Where the hell have you been ?" Now she's right up on my face which is something that pisses me off the most. " None of your damn business the only thing you should fucking worry about is that I came home at all and in one piece."I snap. " None of my damn business?? Well news flash I am your mother and you need to respect me or so help me god I will beat you into your place. Hell you were probably just whoring around as always." She retorts. " Well what can I say mom just following family tradition isn't that right "mother"." This earns me a slap in the face.
" How dare you! I should have known that you were going to be hell to raise since all you piece of shit father does is drink while you have my nerves so messed up I'm on medication to try and keep a piece of my damn sanity. Go to your room before I get your father to beat some since into you." I do the only thing i know how to stop myself from getting my ass beaten across the living room and through the kitchen, I obey, but not with out calling her a bitch while creeping by my father who is sitting there Looking like he is going to beat the living hell out of somebody.
I know Im probably the reason for this. As soon as I make my way passed him he grabs me by my hair and throws me onto the floor and kicks me in the stomach "That's for disrespecting your mother you worthless tramp. Now go to your room and don't come out until you see the sun tomorrow morning. And you, he walks over to her and slaps her, you do not disrespect me under my own damn roof got it?" My mother nods her head and goes to sit and take another round of her meds.
I finally am able to lift myself off the ground and stumble up to my room which has a bed, bathroom, nightstand, dresser, desk for homework, and small vanity for makeup and other things. I slowly lay onto the bed and am just now realizing how tired I really am so I close my eyes and let the darkness consume my thoughts.
I wake up to a constant beeping sound which can only be my alarm. I slowly get up and all the pain from last night comes flooding back. I go into my bathroom and look at my face which is still kind of red but not that bad. I then raise my shirt and wince whilst touching the big blue and purple spot that had formed on my side since last night. I sigh and start to strip down to get in the shower. The hot water soothes my bruises. I later shampoo in my hair and then conditioner, then lather body wash onto a pouf and clean myself, then lastly I shave my legs and stuff. I hop out of the shower and brush my teeth then also brush my hair and blow dry it. I step out of the bathroom and find some clothes which turn out to be a pair of black skinny jeans with rips and an army green crop top with black and white high top converse.
I do my hair in a high pony. Then start my makeup, I conceal my red spot on my face then add foundation, then do a light eyeshadow with a bold wing eyeliner, and finally to top it off I use a matte nude lipstick. I slowly creep down the stairs after I get my small book bag I use to carry my things in, I see nobody is up yet and rush out the door not giving anything a second glance. I hop in my car and drive to my gang house. I see that mostly everybody is already there.
They all see me when they walk through the door and automatically know it's hadn't been a good night for me. " We have a new mission guys so suit up, I've gotten word that our long lost target Monty Ruzzudo is back in town and owes me a lot of money so it's time to pay him a little visit and collect what is rightfully ours."
I get a lot of nods and people start making their way to the weapon room to gather their things and get ready.
I make my way their and grab to pistols and put them in the double holster around my waist, along with throwing knives in a band around my leg and a dagger in each bottom sole of my shoe for easy access.With everybody ready Celeste, Jonas, Dominic and I all get into on of the black suburbans we own and head straight to the warehouse he is at.
We make our way there and park two blocks down so it wouldn't look to suspicious. Dominic and Celeste go around the back while Jonas and I take the front. We barge in and start shooting the guards at the warehouse door with silencers on our guns. We walk into Monty's dealing room where Monty himself is along with some other people who were getting parcels of cocaine to sell were. " Long time no see asshole where's the money you owe me?" I question. " Ah ah ah that isn't how you're supposed to talk to your cousin now is it Serena?"I scoff " Look I don't give a fuck who you are I want my 20 grand you owe me for giving you those parcels to sell, so pay up and quit wasting my valuable time." He glares at me " Okay bitch I don't have your damn money instead of selling those parcels I just kept them and sold part of it and used part of it but I think we can work this out now can't we?" I pointed my gun at him " Yeah I think we can work this out Monty dearest I can take these parcels to make up for the ones you took from me and paint your blood on the wall, yeah I think that's fair." I didn't waste any time I aimed and fired. I gathered up my team " Come on let's get this mess cleaned up."
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General FictionSerena Cole isn't just part of Chicago's biggest gang, but is the leader. She may have something close to fame but everything went to shit in the family department with her drunken dad and pill abusing mom. If you think you know her but aren't one o...