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“Promises of Starlight,” episode 24

March 11, 2013

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Written by Thea Washington

None of the characters in “Promises of Starlight” represent any person living or dead.

The character “Rock Star”/”Angel” is based on Adam Lambert. The author does not in any way wish to disturb or predict Mr. Lambert’s life through the characters in this story.

All videos are to be enjoyed through their link to YouTube. They are not to be downloaded. No claims are made on the videos by the author.


Chapter 24 – WAITING

              “You two gotta get outta here. And so do I.”

              Twin looked at Lil Bro and Sis, checking her watch.  “We gotta get you somewhere before Pimp Dealer find out you been here. And I gotta get back on the track. I already been here too long.”

              The kids had known Twin was hooking and that they were taking a big chance coming to find her but, suddenly, it got real really fast. Their lives were in danger, all three of them. They were all thinking about Mommy.

             “Y’all stay here, I think you be safe. But don’t go out unless you have to, you hear me?” Twin thought for a minute. “How’d y’all get down here, anyway?”

              They explained how they were posing as newlyweds. Twin could hardly stop laughing at that one. “Newlyweds,” she coughed. “Newlyweds?”

              Lil Bro and Sis were embarrassed and indignant, both.

              “Hey, we’ve pulled it off this far. I think we’ve done pretty good, considering.”

              They told her about hiding the bag in “their place” in the abandoned warehouse and saving some money for months. They told her about the Greyhound buses and what it was like for them in Atlanta, how Lil Bro, mostly, had kept his ear to the ground for any word about Pimp Dealer. How they’d snuck out of the city and come through Tampa and Birmingham to find her, impressing her with their ability to think on their feet.


             “Well, y’all gonna need that to get somewhere safe. How much money y’all got?”

              The kids were almost broke at this point.

              “Hm,” said Twin. “That’s not good. It’s gonna take you some cash to get outta here safe. I mean, not only do y’all need money for transport, y’all got to think about where you going. Y’all can’t go back home to D.C., you know that, right?”

              Sis hadn’t thought about it. She started crying again, realizing that with Mommy gone, Pimp Dealer’s Crew in D.C. would be looking for them. The Crew had no doubt been told to kill them, too. That was the threat.

              “What are we gonna do?” she cried. “We don’t have nowhere else to go.”

              Twin looked like she didn’t have the answer. At least not right then, anyway.

              “Look, like I said, y’all stay right here. I’ll make up some story about you wanting me to come back, Lil Bro, so I can get back over here, bring y’all some food or money or something.” She was beginning to shake. “Fuck, I gotta think.”

              The kids knew what that meant. She was jonesing for another rock. But she was right. It was safer for them to not be seen. They’d stay in the room until they heard from her.

              They hugged each other for dear life and then Twin was gone. They were on their own.

              “Where the hell you been?” Pimp Dealer was waiting for her when she got back.

              “I had somebody, had to do some bidness up in his room.” Twin looked worn out, like she’d just come back from an “appointment.” Luckily she had some cash on her to back up her story.

              Pimp Dealer counted it. “Huh,” he said. “You done tonight. Come on over here.”

              Twin slowly made her way over to the bed where Pimp Dealer was lying in his shorts. She knew she’d have to “do” him right then but it’d be worth it if she could get a rock and cover for the kids. Besides, she really was worn out from everything she’d learned from them.

              “Turn around,” he said. “And take off that stanky dress. Why don’t you ever wash yourself up? I done told you ’bout dat. Johns don’t be liking no stank.”

              She turned around to take the dress off. Before she knew it he was on her, his arm around her neck, almost choking her.

              “Look, bitch, we seen you going up ta dat motel with that little boy. Whatchu doing with him? He don’t look like he got enough money or dick for you.”

              Twin could hardly breathe. She tried to say something but then Pimp Dealer punched her in the back. All her breath flew out of her. Before she could get it back he had the strap out.

              “Don’t lie to me, bitch. I be whipping you so hard you won’t be on yo’ ass for a week.”

              Twin was so emotionally empty that she just let him beat her, all the time thinking about two things: the rock she knew she’d get when he was done and then the kids.

              When she was sure Pimp Dealer was finished, high and snoring, Twin crept out of the bedroom to where she’d left her purse. She had a call to make and she didn’t need Pimp Dealer waking up and hearing her conversation.

              “Hey, yeah, it’s me. He there? Yeah, I need ta talk wit him. Got a proposition.”

              He was on the phone right away. He knew that, if it was her, there was something important going on, something he’d be interested in.

              “So, whatchu got for me, pretty lady?” The voice was dry and slurred. She’d known it would be at that time of the morning.

              “Got me for ya,” she answered. “You still interested?”

              “Now you know I always had a thang fo’ you,” said Dealer. “If that Pimp a your’n wasn’t such an asshole ‘boutchu, you’da been mine a long time ago. I’da treated ya right, too, not like he do.”

              Twin knew better than to believe that. A pimp or a dealer was a pimp or a dealer, no matter what they said. And Pimp Dealer was the worst of both. This Dealer wasn’t so bad, though–or so she’d heard.           

              “Well then, dis yo’ lucky day,” she chuckled. “That deal you mentioned befo’, is that still good?”

              “And which part o’ de deal you talkin’ ‘bout?”

              “The whole thing,” said Twin. “Runnin’ the drugs for ya.”

              “How ‘bout dat mos’ important part?” Dealer asked.

              “Yeah,” Twin answered, taking a big breath. “Me, too.” She hesitated. Here came the part that could make or break the deal. “I only got a week right now, though,” she said. “You still willin?”

              “Yeah, I’ll take a week—for now.” He gave that nasty, snorty chuckle that dealers do. “Now we’s got us somethin’ ta talk about,” said Dealer. “Come on over here tomorra when he out runnin’ down the stuff. I’ll set it up so he’s busy for a while. We can get started with some photos. Wear somethin’ pretty. And ya knows dis is gonna hurt, right?”

              “Yeah, I know,” she said. “You know you gonna have to pay? Me, the watchers, the extra stuff, all of it, right? And I want half a mine up front.”

              “Girl, you are worth it. Ooo whee,” Dealer snickered. “Wait ‘til my boys see you.”

              “Well, this better be worth my while. I can’t be havin’ no fuck ups here.” 

              “You let me worry ‘bout that,” Dealer said. “Won’t nobody say nothing when they see the cash I got fo’ ‘em. Not even dat Do-Good character.”

              “You let me deal with Do-Good. He and me’s got a ‘understandin’. He’ll be cool.”

              “If you say so, den. I sho’ don’t need him mad at me.”

              The next few days were hard. The kids were stuck in the room, getting on each other’s nerves. Once a day Twin would come by with something to eat and a little cash from her stack so they could at least pay for the room and get something from the vending machine. She said she was working on something but she never said what it was.

              It was a week later there was a frantic knock on the door. Both Lil Bro and Sis jumped when they heard it. It could be Pimp Dealer, his Crew, anybody. When they heard Twin’s voice they quickly let her in.

              “Look, I don’t have a lotta time,” she said, “but I got you a place to stay. Come on, we gotta go now.”

              Twin had told them to keep their things packed for something like this. Lil Bro grabbed the bag and they were gone.

              “Look, everybody’s gone to get mo’ stuff, so nobody’s watching right now.” She hailed a cab and pushed them in, giving the driver some cash. Both kids noticed that she didn’t give him an address. Then she was quickly walking back down the street to her spot. No goodbye or hug or nothing.

              They didn’t know where the Cab Driver was taking them, they just knew Twin said he was safe. He drove them fast through the streets of New Orleans ’til he stopped in front of a house in a  sort of nice neighborhood.

              “Well, well, well, look who’s here,” said the man opening the door. It was Do-Good.

Tomorrow in “Promises of Starlight”:  The kids learn another secret but at least it seems safe …

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