Waking up. Wondering how the hell she ended up in the kitchen on the floor. Midnight eyes were dry. She'd cried so much, she couldn't cry anymore.
She got in the shower, applied makeup & made herself some breakfast.
As she ate, she grabbed her Iphone 5c & strolled down her Facebook Newsfeed. She saw Flips bestfriend Kilo update his status & say "Free my nigga Flip. Hold it down dawg"
Rethinking of that call the night before she damn near cried all over again. But being strong she just liked it & logged out.
As her phone rang she looked at the it & recognized the number.
"You have a collect call from ... QUINCY"
"Hey babe. So wassup?"
"How you doing? You alright?"
"Yea, I'm fine." Midnight said, lying.
"That's good bay. Well come on up here."
"Okay. I'm on my way" she said, grabbing her keys to her Purple Challenger.
Out the door she went!
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General FictionThe Queen .. Vicious, delicious, and ambitious. She's the Boss, with sauce. Large & in-charge. The Don-a. The main chick of the biggest Kingpin in Memphis . . . O'Shay "Midnight' Carter
