His Queen

Tania Cherie Smith. Cheri for short. Raised up in dull ass, white ass, gentrified ass Portland, Oregon. She was one out of the two siblings her parents, Ezekiel Smith and Yvonne Jordan-Smith. Two well known artists in the industry. Her father, a famous video director. Her mother is a photographer, who travels around the world to find her best pictures. Basically, they did not have time for their children.

This left Tania to grow up early, having her nanny and older sister by her side was great... but it wasn't the love that she desired, she needed. It took a heavy toll on her but she began to find herself, and also someone.

20 turning 21 in a few short days, graduating from college in less than three months, she felt like she already had too much on her plate. Little did she know of what was to come...

Kalan Anderson. A sweet boy turned to a thug, all within months of his mother relapsing. Five years old and not a clue on how to take care of anyone. Yet, there he was.

He didn't have the time to be a kid. Watching after his mother and the house by himself, was hard enough. But going to school, too!? He didn't care too much about it, especially at 10 years old.

He was focused on money. Getting jumped into a gang at an early age changed him. He didn't know what else he could do. All he knew was that he was slanging the same shit his mother was hooked on.

He couldn't sleep at night, eventually gaining his demons one by one.

Until his mother died. He was 15 at the time, still in the game, still taking care of his mother. He was at school at the time, actually trying to do the right thing.

He didn't know who his father was, his grandparents disowned his mother for being a 'whore'. He had no one to go to. But he would be damned if he went into foster care.

So he made a run for it. From Georgia, to Oregon. He was sure it was the biggest mistake he could've made, until he met Tania.