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“Promises of Starlight,” episode 28

March 15, 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 28 – THE HARD WORK

             

              Therapist had been right. Twin was pissed off, belligerent, uncooperative AND going through detox. It was sometimes hard for the staff to tell if the emotions were part of that or standing alone. The twice-daily groups didn’t seem to be working for her, either. Somehow she got word out that she was stuck there in this detox for rich people and had somebody smuggle in some stuff.

              Of course the staff could tell right away she was high.

              One day Lover got a call at the office that Twin had stabbed a staff member with a fork. If having drugs smuggled in wasn’t bad enough, this was.

              Twin got kicked out of the program. Lover was devastated. He finally admitted that Therapist was right; Twin needed to get away from L.A. and the east coast, too. Lover was afraid that, even though by now Pimp Dealer knew where she was, he’d come after her if she was too close to D.C. He’d thought he could keep her safe with him and his Security people in L.A. But like the old saying goes, “All things are possible …”

              With Therapist’s help they found a residential program way up north that looked excellent. Their success rate was one of the highest in the country, plus they dealt with both of Twin’s problems: the drugs and life in the sex industry. And the Security there was first-rate. In all the years they’d been operating, no one had ever run away. They’d tried but they’d never made it past Security.

              “Whatchu mean I gotta go away? Ain’t that place where you put me far enough away? Shit, as it is I can’t see nobody, can’t do nothing. Ain’t got no private time. Dem folks always be up in my bidness, asking me, ‘How are we doing today, Miss Twin?’ How de hell they THINK I’m doing, always in my face?”

              Therapist had told Lover to not even try to explain to Twin why she was being moved, that she already knew why. That didn’t stop him from trying, though.

              “Baby, you know why this has to happen. Getting those drugs was bad enough, but stabbing a staff member? What were you thinking?”

              Twin wouldn’t back down. “I was thinkin’ she better get out my face before I really hurt her ass, dat’s what I was thinkin’.” She stopped and gave Lover that “poor, pitiful me” look. Lover wasn’t falling for it, though.

             “You have to go,” he said. “I’m not letting you stay here and you don’t have anywhere else to go.”

              Twin began to cry, thinking maybe tears would do the trick. They didn’t. “But what’s gonna happen to my baby girl?” she asked. “She needs her Mommie.”

              “You’re right, she does need her Mommie,” Lover answered. “She needs a Mommie who will take care of her, who’ll be there for her, help her get through all those nightmares she has from back in Prince George’s County with YOUR Pimp Dealer. Someone who’ll protect her from people like that. Can you do that?”

              Twin looked at him. She knew there wasn’t anything she could say back to that. Niecy did need her but she didn’t need the drugs or anything else Twin was still into.

              OK, she’d go.

 

              Twin wasn’t happy about it, especially about being stuck somewhere in north-middle America with no contacts, no contact and a bunch of “pain-in-the-ass, always-in-your-business white folks.” She went through the same emotions she’d had in the L. A. place. She would refuse to take part in activities, had to almost be dragged to group. This time, though, the therapy about being on the street seemed to be having some effect.

              The detox was still hard but being with other women who’d been through what she’d been through was good for Twin. She felt they “understood” her, spoke the same language, had been through the same stuff. And the ones who’d been there longer were able to call her out when she started trying to “add on” to what she’d been through, hoping to get a little leeway. They got that her family’s safety was at stake but they could tell which part of it was legit and which parts weren’t. They knew their own stuff and hers.

              Mostly what kept her there and working hard toward sobriety and a “normal” life was thinking about Niecy. After 30 days she’d be allowed one five-minute call to whatever family member she wanted. Breaking any of the numerous rules would delay the call by one month (which happened to Twin). The call would be monitored of course but the thought of being able to talk to Niecy, hear her voice, finally was enough to motivate Twin to follow the program.

              When Twin made her call and heard Niecy’s voice, she could hardly speak she was crying so much. That made Niecy start crying, too, asking if Twin were OK, were they being good to her at that place? Twin reassured her that she was being treated just fine and spent the rest of the call reminding Niecy that “Mommie loves you. Mommie loves you so much.” That was exactly what Niecy needed to hear.

 

              Niecy was going through some hard times herself. While she was used to Mommie being gone at night, at least she’d gotten to see her during the day, even if Twin was in a bad mood or high on drugs. Being without her all the time made the little girl wonder if Mommie was ever coming back, if Mommie wasn’t happier where she was, if she was happier there than home with her. That made her nightmares worse and her school work worse than that, just from lack of sleep.

              The whole family was centered on Niecy now, how she was doing, what she needed. She slowly quieted down. She was in therapy, too in L.A. in a program for children who’d been molested. That’s what the nightmares were usually about—Pimp Dealer and his friends doing those things to her. It had started when she was so young that she’d almost thought that’s just what happened to little girls.

              It was when Mommie had finally found out what Pimp Dealer was doing to Niecy that there was that big fight, the one when the other prostitute, Younger, had heard about Peanut and Snake. She was the one who’d then told the Producer about what had happened. The Producer was the one who’d told Reporter. And that’s when Reporter had gotten the idea to blackmail Lover and Angel.

 

              Lover was pretty much on his own with Niecy. Son and Daughter were there to help but Angel was on a mini-tour through Asia, Australia and South Africa. They spoke 2 or 3 times a day and skyped at least daily but it wasn’t the same as having him home. Lover did alright, though, and had plenty of support around him. Therapist was there whenever things got a little too complicated. Guitarist and his Wife were there, too. Even Exec had offered to come back to the main office and help out while Lover had his hands full with Niecy and Son and Daughter.

              With so much going on, Lover took Exec’s offer to come to L.A. and, once again, fill in for him at the firm. This time Exec was bringing his Partner with him, a free-lance writer who could do his work from anywhere, even sitting on the beach listening to the ocean. The two men had known of each other before Exec had come to help Lover with the situation involving the chair but they didn’t really become interested in each other until after Lover had shut down Exec’s hopes that they could be something more than friends. Everything had worked out as it should, with Lover and Angel in love and happy, the kids back home and their friends Exec and Partner talking about something “permanent.”

 

              Twin came home for a 3-day visit after 90 days in rehab. Niecy was so excited that she ran all the way down the driveway to the gates when Lover brought Twin home. Then she danced all the way back to the Mansion. Twin got out of the car looking better than she had in years. Niecy couldn’t get over the difference. Not only did Mommie look better, she was nicer, too. Whereas before she’d just barely let Niecy touch her, now she was full of hugs and kisses, pats on the head and smiles, real smiles.

              Niecy didn’t know why Mommie hadn’t liked her touching her before. Poor baby, she was on the way to finding out.

Tomorrow in “Promises of Starlight”:  Pimp Dealer starts recruiting his “team”

“Promises of Starlight” – Table of Contents

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