CHAPTER-1
Strong, Independent, Black Woman








   Little E jumped up out of bed and headed for the bathroom with a huge grin on his face. He was going to get to hang with his older brother Justin today. Not just for a little while, but for the whole day! To most 12 year old boys, hanging with their older brother would not have been a big deal. That wasn't the case for Little E. Justin was his idol. He'd always wanted to be just like Justin ever since he could remember anything. Justin lived with his dad during school time. Little E only got to see his brother during the weekends and summer time when he came to spend the summer at their house. If it was left up to Little E, he would spend every minute of every day with Justin. He could never do that though. Justin was wildly popular everywhere he went. He lived in Cleveland with his dad where he was very popular at, and Justin was just as popular here in the suburbs of Pennsylvania. Everybody knew and loved him. Justin was one of those dudes that had that something about him that attracted people to him. Justin played every sport that you could think of. Not only was he good at every sport, Justin excelled in them shits. He was a special kind of talent. Justin's talents did not go unnoticed either. He had a football scholarship to attend USC next year. He was probably going to end up starting for the basketball squad too. This was going to be Justin's last summer in Philly for a while. He was probably going to be spending his summers in Cleveland with his dad or stay away at school. Little E knew it, which was why him getting to spend some time with his older brother was so important to him. Little E was nothing like his older brother. Even at 12 years old he was considered short. Very short as a matter of fact. He was terrible in sports and very shy and quiet. That athletic and popular gene that Justin possessed had definitely come from Justin's dad. Little E wasn't lucky enough to inherit the athletic or popular gene from his own deadbeat dad. What little E lacked in athletics he more than made up for in the brains department. Little E was a smart little dude. While kids his own age was out chasing girls or playing video games, Little E had his head in the books. He had a major love for astronomy. His dream was to one day work at NASA. E was a good guy with a good heart. He was the type that genuinely cared for people. Little E had big things planned for himself in the future. All that sounded good and all, but at 12 years old it was kind of hard to look forward to the future when it was so far away. Little E wanted something right now, or to be part of something right now. Just like every other kid his age E was tempted to go out with his friends and get into some kind of juvenile mischief. He never did though. One of the main reasons was because him, Justin, and his little sister Takoiya was raised by a very strong, proud, independent, black woman and she was having none of it.



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   Zakia Washington was that strong, proud, independent, black woman that was raising Little E, Takoiya, and Justin. Zakia was 32 years old and she was a woman that most young women looked up to. Seeing how Zakia was now, one would never believe her if she'd told them some of the things she went through to get to this point in her life. Zakia didn't really have a tough childhood. Like a large amount of teen girls growing up in the hood Zakia was a little fast and loose. She was always a very pretty girl so that made things even worse because she had her choice of any dude she wanted. Zakia had Justin when she was 16 years old and then she turned around and had Little E when she was 20. Having a child at 16 pretty much eliminated her childhood. And another child at 20 was threatening to take her party years completely away. That wasn't really a problem though, plenty of women managed to have a career and take care of home, that was far from unusual. The problem that Zakia was having with that was the fact that she didn't have a career. Because she'd dropped out of school when she was pregnant with Justin and didn't have a G.E.D or anything, Zakia was having trouble finding a job that would even support her and her two kids. The fathers of the boys wasn't much help either. Zakia met Justin's dad when they were both in high school. From the moment she got pregnant he was denying the baby. The minute Big Justin graduated high school he joined the marines. Big Justin had already done a tour in Iraq and as far as Zakia knew, her or her new baby was the last thing on his mind at the time. Little E's dad was also out of the picture. His reasons behind that was a whole different thing. Big Eric or Manny Strong as he was known around the way had at least 20 kids running around the hood. Most people said that the true number was closer to 25, but no one knew for sure, not even Manny. He really didn't give a fuck either. Manny wasn't the only dude in the hood who had a football team worth of kids. He was not different in that way. The way that Manny was different from other deadbeat dads was that he was not a player. Not at all. You know how some people who have a lot of kids had a few one night stands thrown in there or chicks that he really didn't care for thrown into the mix? Not Manny. At one time or another Manny had loved each and every one of his babies mothers. That love quickly turned to hate the minute each one of them told Manny that she was pregnant by him. Zakia was no different. Manny got ghost the minute he found out that she was pregnant. He wasn't the least bit curious to know if she had a girl or boy, if the baby was healthy, or what the baby looked like. Manny was a street dude. Not a get money street dude. Just one of them dudes who was always in the street doing some petty shit to survive. Robbing, stealing, identity theft, it really didn't matter to Manny. If there was some paper involved Manny was up on it. About eight of Manny's baby's mothers grew tired of his dumb shit and took him to court for child support.(Zakia was not amongst them. She wanted nothing at all from, or to do with Manny.) Between the 10 children by the eight women the judge found that Manny owed over $60,000 in back child support. They put an arrest warrant out for him immediately. When Manny was picked up for the child support warrant the courts found out that he was wanted for a few other things also. Manny was sent to the county jail to await trial on the multiple charges and that was where he'd been at for about the last six or seven years. With no baby daddies around to help her out and two kids to care for, Zakia needed to find a way for her and her children to survive. Zakia went to work. She managed to grab a full time gig as a cashier at a local Shop Rite. At $8.50/hour Zakia knew that this was not going to be enough to survive on. She took a second job at a bar around the way as a bartender. She had no experience at all, but in a hood bar you don't need any. People only drank a few different kind of drinks and none of them were very complicated to make. If you knew your alcohol the job was a very easy one. Zakia knew her alcohol. She was barely 21 years old at the time. The question you're probably asking right now as you're reading this is how was Zakia surviving before now if she was in the same position and not working right? It was mostly because she was living at home with her mother who was more than happy to take care of her daughter and grandbabies. Zakia's mom passed away six months after Little E was born. She left Zakia with a house, but she also left her with the responsibility of paying bills, caring for herself, and caring for her own children. Initially Zakia was a bit overwhelmed, but looking at her kids every morning gave her the strength to find a way to survive. Zakia let her best friend Makayla move into the house with her. Makayla didn't work so she wasn't going to be much help in paying the rent, but she did get food stamps, plus she was willing to watch the kids for free while Zakia worked. All Makayla wanted for watching the kids was a few bags of weed here and there. That was a very small thing that Zakia was more than willing to pay. When Makayla moved out about two months later and moved in with her boyfriend, Zakia was faced with a huge dilemma. Justin was almost five and Little E was barely a year old. There was no way in the world that she was going to find someone to babysit them both for free. Zakia managed to get Ms. Cathy who lived up the street to babysit them both for $100 a week. Ms. Cathy did this huge favor for Zakia because her and Zakia's mom had been good friends before she passed away. Even though Zakia was only paying $100 a week for babysitting fees, every piece of money she made was already budgeted for this and that. To Zakia, $100 was a huge amount of money.



    The $100 a week was something Zakia could not afford, but she knew that she would never find a better deal anywhere. At least not from a person who she could trust with her babies. Zakia needed things to go her way for once. Just one fuckin' break for once in her life. Zakia's big break came when Latrice aka Triecey, who was a regular at the bar, came in and told her that she knew how Zakia could make way more money much quicker. Zakia was very interested right from the jump. Triecey took Zakia to the strip club she worked at the very next night. Zakia was young, but by no means was she naive to what went on at these little hole in the wall strip clubs in the hood. She was aware that there was plenty of drug use by the strippers, prostitution, and pettiness amongst the women. The thing that Zakia was naive to was the level that this shit was on. Triecey knew. Triecey was a veteran to this shit. Triecy also knew a good opportunity to make a few bucks for herself when she saw it. This was exactly what Triecey saw in Zakia......Opportunity. Zakia was a pretty young chick. She possessed every quality that attracted men. From her light skin to her fat booty, Zakia was what hood dudes dreams were made of. Zakia was about 5'6". Before she had her first child she was very thin. That changed after she had Justin and not in a bad way. Zakia was fortunate enough to have all of her weight go to the right places. Hips, ass, and tits. Zakia had blueish green eyes. The kind of eyes that always looked sleepy. The fact that her eyes were what some would call slanted made Zakia look like she was what some call "foreign." Zakia wasn't one of those chicks who wore a lot of weave or make up. She was blessed with long, straight, black hair, and as far as the make up part, lots of make up on a chick like her would have been totally unnescasary.... To put it simple, Zakia was naturally what most chicks artificially tried to look like. Contrary to popular belief, Zakia had never been secure about her looks. She always felt as if she wasn't black enough or in touch with her african roots because of her light skin, but dudes in the hood never saw her that way. Dudes always looked at Zakia like she was a trophy simply because she looked "foreign." Zakia couldn't see that the way people felt about her looks were more about the insecurities of the people around her and less about her. Triecey saw it. She saw all of it. Triecey knew exactly how men looked at Zakia because she was looked at exactly the same way. It was the exact thing that made her so much money ever since she'd been stripping, but Triecey was 32 years old now. 32 years old may as well had been 65n years old in the stripping game. Especially with young 20 and 21 year old chicks coming into the game every day. Triecey had been pretty much used and ran through in every city in the country. She was still good looking, but the competition from these young chicks was just to much for her. What she needed was a fall back plan and hopefully that plan would start with a young cutie like Zakia. The very first night she worked at the club, Zakia made more than she would have made at both of her jobs in a week. It was good money and just like Triecey had said it was easy money. Zakia really didn't have a problem with a bunch of men feeling her ass or touching her body. And she definitely didn't have a problem with giving out lap dances. She actually liked it. All of that was good and all, but the biggest plus for Zakia was that she didn't have to fuck anyone to make her money. The club that Zakia and Triecey worked at was not one of the highly advertised clubs that rappers, ball players, and people with money frequented regularly. This club was smack dead in the middle of the hood where folks like that avoided at all cost out of fear of being robbed or murdered and sometimes both. The only people who attended this strip club were low level drug dealers and people who may have had just a few extra dollars to blow. There was never anyone walking in here and just throwing ten thousand dollars or more in the air. Those kinds of dudes probably would have got robbed right inside of the club. If a chick got that kind of money out of a dude in here, then you best believe she'd earned every bit of that shit. And not by twerking on stage or standing around jiggling her ass. The only way a chick was getting that kind of money in a place like this was to have sex with someone, and with light pockets all up in the club, it would probably need to be with more than one someone. After her first night at the club Zakia was aware of how frequently this happened because she'd seen it with her own two eyes. More than one time over the course of the night, when Zakia was sitting on a man's lap giving him a lap dance, a girl was in the chair right next to her riding a guy. And from where she was sitting she could clearly see that they were having sex and not a lap dance. That kind of thing was very normal at the club. It was always so dark in there that no one even seemed to notice or care. Zakia was propositioned for sex on multiple occassions during the night. She turned each request down. She thought that turning down a request for sex would surely make the man not want to get a lap dance with her. That wasn't the case. Dudes were more than happy to pay to have the exotic looking Zakia grind on them and send them on their way with a very bad case of blue balls. Zakia went home early the next morning happy and content with what she was sure was going to be the start to her new life. Her happiness quickly faded when she arrived at Ms. Cathy's house to pick up her kids. Ms. Cathy was cool with watching the kids when she thought that Zakia was a single mother trying to make it in this world the right way. The fact that Zakia had stayed out all night had covinced Ms. Cathy that this was not the case. Ms. Cathy had no idea what Zakia had done last night nor did she care. Ms Cathy was straight up old school and as far as she was concerned, no respectable mother stayed out all night...period. Truthfully, Zakia could have been working the overnite shift stocking shelves at Wal-Mart for all that Ms. Cathy knew, but that was not a thought in Ms. Cathy's mind nor would it have mattered to Ms. Cathy. Good women did not stay out all night and leave their children with a babysitter....end of story. Zakia did not argue with Ms. Cathy or bother trying to explain things to her. She figured that with the kind of money that she planned on making every night, finding someone to watch her kids was not going to be a big problem now that she would be able to afford to pay them pretty well. Zakia was right about that too. When she told her cousin Rasheeda that she would pay her $500 a week to watch her kids while she worked, Rasheeda who had two kids of her own and no job, jumped at the opportunity. It took Zakia two days to get her babysitting affairs in order. The minute that was straightened out Zakia was headed back to the club and she couldn't wait to get there and make some more money. To her surprise and dismay, this night was nothing like her first one. The club was always full of broke people, but tonight the brokeness was on a whole other level. Dudes were standing around trying to get free feels as she walked by and none of their cheap asses were willing to pay for a lap dance. Working the stage wasn't doing much better either. The few dollar bills that were on the stage didn't add up to much when she finished dancing, and to make matters worse, damn near every twenty dollar bill that was in her pile when Zakia counted her money was a counterfeit bill. Zakia was pissed. Nights like these ones was exactly what she did not need right now. She was feeling like she was wasting time being here tonight. Zakia caught up to Triecey in the dressing room and told her about how slow her night had been. Triecey said it had been slow for her tonight too, but she wasn't really worried about it. Triecey told her that she had something set up for the night. She asked Zakia if she wanted a piece of her action. Zakia wasn't stupid at all. She knew exactly what " I got something set up for the night" meant. If she hadn't been looking at the small amount of money in her hand right now  her decision would have been an easy one. Not wanting the night to be a wash was making Zakia think about this harder than she should've been. After much thought about it and finding out that she was going to make at least $1000, Zakia agreed to go with Triecey. She figured that this was going to be a one time thing for her, she was not a fuckin' prostitute. She just needed some money.



   Triecey drove Zakia to the Marriott hotel in Doylestown P.A. where her client, trick, or whatever you wanted to call him was waiting for her. Zakia was surprised when she got to the room. She was expecting to see a drug dealer or something in the room waiting. To her surprise a white man who looked to be in his mid to late 50's and resembled Al Bundy from "Married With Children" was waiting for them on the other side of the hotel room door. To say that Zakia was not attracted to the older man would be an understatement. After the three sat around, smoked a blunt, and drank what seemed like endless amounts of Hennesey, Al Bundy wasn't looking all that bad to Zakia. And when he pulled ten crispy hundred dollar bills out of his pocket and handed it to Triecey, that joker became drop dead gorgeous to Zakia in an instant. Al Bundy made it clear to the ladies that he wanted to have sex with both of them. Triecey made it clear to Al Bundy that he was going to have to pay them $1000 each. And Zakia made it clear to Al Bundy and Triecey that a threesome was not happening. After all three of them agreed to each other's terms, Zakia went into the bathroom so Al and Triecey could get busy. Zakia was already high and drunk, but she drank plenty more Henny and smoked another blunt while she sat in the bathroom waiting for her turn. When Triecey came knocking on the door ten minutes later Zakia assumed that her and Triecey would switch spots and Triecey would wait in the bathroom until she finished. By the time Zakia came walking out the bathroom Triecey was already dressed and on her way out the door. Zakia looked at her accusingly.

"Where the hell you going at?"

"I'm a be right outside in the hallway. Come get me when you finished."

Zakia shrugged. Triecey was the last thing on her mind right now. Zakia was thinking about getting this paper. Al's Old ass must've been taking Viagra or something because he was immediately ready to go again. Zakia serviced Al in a matter of minutes. Even though he had a condom on and was constantly trying to kiss her on the lips, Zakia managed to handle her business like a proffessional and put that work down on the old man. Al came in a matter of minutes from the pure excitement of being up inside of the young, pretty, black woman. Zakia did not get sexually satisfied at all. For a brief second Zakia had forgot that this was business and not about her pleasure. When Al peeled of ten more of those crispy $100 bills after they were done she remembered. Al told her that he wanted to go again and that he'd pay her again. He said that he needed about 20 to 30 minutes to get it up again. Zakia was confused by the fact that he'd managed to get it up so quickly after he finished having sex with Triecey, but now he was going to need a half hour to get it up again? Zakia found that strange, but money was money and she was on a paperchase right now. She told Al that she was going to go in the hallway and talk to Triecey for a minute and that she'd be right back. Zakia put her clothes on and walked out into the hallway. Triecey was out there talking to four young white guys. They were in their 20's and looked to be college students. The young men walked off down the hall when Zakia came stepping out into the hallway. The minute the young men were out of site Triecey turned to Zakia with her face full of excitement.

"Giiiirl we about to get paid! Those dudes want to see us and they got plenty of money! You down?"

At this point Zakia was thinking more about money than morals, how she would be perceived, or any of that shit. Besides, she'd already slept with one dude for money tonight. As far as she was concerned, since she'd already done it once, at this point it really wasn't much difference if she slept with one guy for money or 100 guys. Money was money and she was after it. Zakia paused and thought about it before she answered.

"So how are we supposed to have sex with all four of them?"

Unlike 'Sway in the morning', Triecey did have all the answers.

"I'll take two of them and you take the other two. You can handle that. Plus they white boys. They probably gonna cum in like two minutes. We'll be right in and out of that bitch in a heartbeat!"

"How much they gon pay?"

Triecey laughed at Zakia's question.

"Trust me, they know that me or anybody I'm ever with does not come cheap. I don't move out for less than $1000."

Zakia looked at Triecey as she caught Triecey in her deception. Triecy quickly attempted to cover her tracks.

"I mean while we were standing out here talking I let them know more than one time."

Zakia nodded. She'd already caught on to Triecey's scheming ass. It really didn't matter though. She had a little plan of her own that she was about to put in motion.

"Alright, let me run in here and tell the old guy that I'll be right back. He wants to do it again with me in a little while."

Zakia walked back into the hotel room and told Al Bundy that she would be back in a little while. She told him that she didn't know how long she would be, but she would definitely be back so wait for her. Zakia was not letting that other $1000 walk away from her. Zakia walked back out into the hall and her and Triecey headed up to the penthouse where the guys they were meeting were staying in a suite. Zakia walked into the suite like she owned the place. She walked into the suite and had things her way. She strategically grabbed the nerdiest looking guy by the hand and led him to one of the rooms where she had sex with him. Even though he seemed kind of scared at first, Zakia managed to make him feel like he was the man and that he'd thoroughly satisfied her sexually by the time they were finished. When they were done the guy handed her $500. He told her that this was the price the other girl said she wanted. Zakia smiled. She already knew that Triecey was out to fuck her over. That was ok because Triecey might be getting her little money now, but Zakia was going to get much more in the long run. She gave the guy her phone number before she sent him out of the room to go get the other guy. Zakia told him that she really enjoyed being with him and she hoped that they could see each other again in a different setting so they both could really get to know each other. She assured him that this wasn't something she did on a regular basis and that she really liked him. The next guy came in and Zakia had sex with him too. Just like the first guy, she gave this one her number and fed him the same line that she'd ran on the first guy. After Zakia took a quick bird bath in the bathroom she walked back out into the living room area. It came as no surprise to her that Triecey was gone. Zakia had put it all together awhile ago. Triecey didn't meet these dudes in the hallway. Triecey already knew these dudes. While Zakia was in the bathroom back at Al Bundy's room Triecey had called the dudes up. She most likely got them to pay her for hooking them up with Zakia. The exact way that she did with Al Bundy who Triecey never even had sex with. They were in the room snorting coke the whole time that Zakia was in the bathroom. Triecey thought that she was a pimp and she thought that Zakia was dumb enough to allow herself to be pimped out. Zakia already had her mind made up that if she was going to sell pussy, she was going to be working for herself. Why pay a middleman when all of that doe could be going into her pockets? Zakia planned on getting her pussy selling business started with what was soon to be Triecey's former customers. Zakia was sure of that because she put her thing down with each of the men she slept with tonight. She knew each one of them probably had thoughts of making her their girlfriend and that was exactly why she gave them her phone number seperately. Unlike Triecey's dumb ass, Zakia planned on digging deeper in these guys pockets than a little $500 for one night of sex. She planned on making all of them fall in love with her and getting her hands on all their shit. Zakia was learning the game on the job and she was learning it quickly. She may have been learning it a little too quickly for her own good. The other two guys were asking about when they were going to get their turn the minute Zakia stepped into the living room. She told them that she wasn't a hooker plain and simple. No explanation needed. It was best to leave them wondering. Zakia knew that once again Triecey hadn't fucked anyone. She thought that Zakia was going to do all of the work while she sat back and collected half of the $1000 that Kia was supposed to get for doing absolutely nothing. She also knew that turning down the last two guys was going to work in her favor in the long run because it would make the two guys she did sleep with feel even more special. Zakia went back downstairs to Al Bundy's room. She had sex with him and Al Bundy pulled out his money to pay her again when they finished. Zakia told him she didn't want the money. She told him that having sex with him was making her feel like he was someone she wanted to get to know and possibly build something with. Al Bundy had been entranced by Zakia's beauty from the moment he first laid eyes on her. He couldn't think of anything he would want more than to have the honor of having the pretty young woman all to himself. He was all in without a doubt. Zakia and Al Bundy smoked, drank, talked, and had sex all night long. After talking to him, Zakia found out that Al Bundy's name was Frank and Frank was pussywhipped already. Zakia slept next to Frank that night thinking about her plan and her future. Neither one of them had anything to do with Triecey's scheming ass or that dirty ass strip club. Zakia promised herself that she was never going back to that shit.



   Zakia stayed true to her word. She never saw Triecey again and she never went back to work at that strip club again either. She also never saw the second guy that was with the four white boys that night again. He never called her. He didn't bite on her game. Oh well, she figured that there was bound to be some collateral damage along the way. The nerdy guy called her though. He called her the very next day as a matter of fact. Kia talked to him on the phone for hours. Kia had already laid the groundwork the night she had sex with him and now she hooked him all the way in with the great personality that she possessed. Kia was a rare breed amongst women these days. She had a personality that was just as beautiful as her looks and she knew it. Kia was the type that could talk about anything and make it seem interesting or funny. He was really, really in love with Kia after their first ten minutes of conversation. His name was Dylan, and just like Frank, Dylan was hooked on the drug that was Zakia. Kia talked to Dylan on the phone from 3pm all the way up to 8pm when she told him that she was getting ready for bed. What Kia was really getting ready for was her date with Frank who was coming to pick her up at 9:30. When Frank arrived he took Kia to one of the best restaurants in the city  where he impressed her with an expensive dinner and very expensive bottles of wine. After dinner the pair headed off to a low key jazz club to listen to some music and talk some more. Frank was enjoying his time and conversation with Kia. He considered that a well welcomed appetizer, but he was eagerly awaiting the main course which would be sex with Kia. Sadly for Frank, the main course never came that night. Sex wasn't a part of Kia's plan tonight. Kia told Frank that she had to go home because she had to get up early tomorrow so she could go look for a new place to live. She told him that her and her kids were about to get evicted because she hadn't paid her rent. Well of course Frank's pussy whipped ass wasn't having any of that. He wasn't going to let his lady and her kids be out on the streets. Frank wrote Kia a check for $10,000 before he dropped her off at her house. Kia kissed Frank and let him feel her up for 20 minutes as they sat in his car in front of her house. When Kia went into the house she smiled. Her plan was going to work. Unlike other chicks who hed out on a guy until they got some money out of them and then slept with them multiple times for free, Kia's plan was to sleep with her victims one time the very first night they met and then keep them around and buying her things simply because they had a taste of it once and the memory of that first time and the hope that it was going to happen again would keep the guy running money into her. At the absolute most, she figured that she might have to sleep with the guy once a month to keep his memory fresh as to how bomb her pussy was. Yup, Kia had it all figured out, and she would never have to work another day in her life.



   After a month Kia's plan was working, but it wasn't working out as good as she'd expected it to. Frank was running money into her on a daily and she still hadn't slept with him again. She let him eat her out a couple of times, but that was it. Dylan wasn't what she hoped he would be. He was a nerd and he was working on something that might make him rich one day, but he didn't have the kind of money right now that she was hoping for. And right now was all that really mattered to Kia. Dylan was, however part of a circle of friends who hung with people who did have money right now. And that was where Kia's next come up came from. Dylan invited Kia down to Miami with him where some of his friends were at during spring break. Dylan planned on showing off the trophy he had on his arm with him. Kia had totally different plans for the free trip. Kia gladly accepted the invitation to go to Miami with Dylan. Kia was sure there were going to be some big money dudes in Miami and she planned on finding one to finance her life. She went to Miami as Dylan's girlfriend, but she didn't plan on coming home that way. Kia and Dylan went to a pool party their second day there. Kia was the center of attention from the moment she stepped foot in the place. Even with all of the beautiful women walking around the pool party in Miami, Kia stood out. Kia and Dylan sat by the pool talking. The minute he got up to go get her a drink a hawk swooped in. He introduced himself as Juwan. Juwan looked like a light skinned black guy, but Kia could tell that he wasn't American the moment he started speaking. Juwan claimed to be a prince. Not just a prince, but a rich Saudi prince who was the son of a oil tycoon and heir to the throne. Kia almost laughed in this fool's face. Who the hell did he think he was fooling with his fake ass game? Juwan must've noticed that Kia though he was lying. He offered to fly her to Dubai with him for a week. Kia accepted his invitation because she honestly thought that he was lying and she wanted to see how far he was willing to go to keep this lie alive. When Dylan came back with their drinks Kia was gone. She left the party with Juwan to see how far his lie would go. Kia figured she may be able to get a few thousand dollars out of him simply because he was trying to impress her. She figured that Juwan was taking her to his hotel room. He didn't. He took her to a private airport where he had a private jet waiting for them. They did end up in Dubai and Juwan was actually a prince and son of a billionaire oil tycoon. Kia quickly got caught up in being with Juwan and she ended up staying in Dubai with him for over a month. The two had unprotected sex at least five times a day, every single day. Kia was so caught up in the fun time with Juwan and the luxurious lifestyle he lived that she forgot all about her kids back at home. She told Rasheeda that she was only going to be gone for a weekend when she'd first left Philly to head for Miami. She ended up staying away from home for over a month and never even calling home one time to check on her kids. When Kia got home she found a surprise waiting for her and it wasn't a good one. Little Justin's dad had a change of heart when he got back from Iraq this latest time around. He'd come to realize how much of a blessing having a child was and he wanted to be in his child's life. Especially when he'd tracked his son down and went to see him at Rasheeda's house. The child was a splitting image of him. Big Justin stayed in Philly for a week. He went over to Rasheeda's house and spent time with his son every single day. Every day he asked where his son's mother was. Rasheeda honestly had no idea and she told him as much. Justin considered Kia a deadbeat mother at that point. Really, what kind of woman would just run off and not tell anyone where she was, and on top of that not even call to check on their child? When Justin came to pick little Justin up from Rasheeda's house on Sunday to spend some time with him, he never bought little Justin back. That happened three weeks ago and Kia didn't find out about it until she got home. She was pissed off that Rasheeda would just sit back and allow Justin to come take her child away like that. Rasheeda tried to explain to her that 1) she was put in a jam because he was the child's father 2) she was scared nof him, and 3) who was she to try to stop him from seeing his child? Kia was looking to blame anyone but herself for this happening. Kia was beyond hurt that her child was gone and she had no idea where he was at. Kia called the police and reported that Little Justin had been kidnapped. Within a matter of hours she received a phone call from a lawyer saying that her child was being taken out of her custody for the safety of the child. There was to be a hearing coming up in a few weeks that was going to determine who would have permanent custody of the child. Kia totally lost it. How the fuck could someone just be allowed to come in here and take her child away from her like that? Kia planned on hiring the best lawyer that Juwan's money could buy to fight for her when it was time for her to go to court. Before Kia could even start to handle that problem she discovered that she had another problem on her hands. Two weeks after getting home from Dubai she found out that she was pregnant. She had not talked to Juwan very much since she'd been home, but she was sure that he was going to be happy when he learned of the news. Kia quickly found out that he wasn't happy about the news. He wasn't sad about the news either. He wasn't anything but ghost. Juwan had changed his number on her and Kia had no way at all to get in contact with him. Once again Kia was pregnant by a guy who probably was never going to be in her child's life. Kia felt as if she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders and doing it by herself. No one even cared about her as far as she was concerned. At that very moment something happened that Kia was sure was a sign from God. Little E was laying in the bed crying. He was sleeping a few minutes ago. He must've been having another nightmare which had become a frequent occurence in the toddler. Seeing her child crying and screaming and crawl for her like she was the only person in the world that could protect him did something to Kia. She was finally starting to realize that she was the person that her children looked to for protection and she had barely been around. And why? Because she'd been out there chasing a come up instead of trying to live the right way and take care of what mattered..... her children. In an instant Kia knew that it was time for her to stop the stupid shit she'd been doing and change. Not for herself, but for the sake of her kids who was the most important thing in the world to her right now.



   Instead of rushing into things, Kia took baby steps to try to turn things around for herself. When she went to court to try to regain custody of Little Justin things went exactly how she expected. The courts found her unfit to be a parent and turned over full custody of the child to big Justin. Kia was hurt and upset, but she wasn't really surprised by the outcome. The first step in the process of getting herself together was to admit to her wrongdoings. And truth be told, she had been an absentee and unfit mother to her young children. Even though Big Justin was granted full custody he didn't use it as a tool to become an asshole. Kia was allowed to get supervised visits with her son on the weekends. Kia enrolled in a G.E.D program and also managed to find a job at a factory earning $12.00/hr. Kia did nothing but go to school and work. Kia had her third child the day after completing the program and passing her G.E.D test. She had a healthy baby girl that she named Takoiya. Kia soon found a better job after going to a trade school. She became a certified pharmacy technician and was now making good money. Kia's life and mentality was beginning to change drastically. What she used to think was so important before, she was starting to see wasn't really so important after all. Some things just wasn't good for you no matter how good they looked on the surface. Kia had made some terrible mistakes in her young life, but some of those terrible mistakes she'd made had led to the three most valuable things in her life...her kids. Kia wouldn't change a thing about her past if she could. She just chalked it up as a valuable learning experience. She was previously going down a path that was leading her to nowhere in a hurry. Unlike other women who were traveling down the same path, Kia had been fortunate enough to wake up and change before she hit rock bottom. Kia was blessed and she knew it. She had not compiled the materialistic things that she'd hoped for. She was a struggling single mother of three. What she did have though was self respect, independence, and morals. Those three things were more valuable than any materialistic items that she could ever acquire.



   As time went on Kia and Justin came to an agreement that Little Justin would spend summers and weekends in Philly with Kia. Both of her boys were very protective of their mother, but as Justin got older he started to take on the role of his mother's primary protector. Especially since she'd started dating her newest boyfriend Donnie six months ago. Justin loved his mother more than words could ever explain and Kia had a special kind of love for her oldest son. It was probably mostly fueled by the guilt over her feeling like him being taken away from her was all her fault. One of Kia's top priorities was to get her children out of the hood in the hopes that they would never have to experience the life that she once lived or see the things that she'd once seen. After getting multiple raises and high praise at the job Kia quickly moved up the corporate ladder. She was now the regional manager for the huge pharmaceutical company she worked for. Kia was now making big bucks. Kia managed to get her credit up and save up enough money for a down payment on a beautiful home in the suburbs of Pennsylvania. She raised her kids the best that she could, and the life lessons that she'd taught her kids seemed to be setting in. All three of her children were good respectable kids. They all stayed out of trouble and none of them were ever involved in any type of street activity. Kia always assumed that this would be enough to prevent her kids from being hurt or killed when they were out in the streets, but as of lately a problem that had plagued young black men for years had reared its ugly head again. A problem that most people knew existed, but always thought that it was the type of thing that happened to someone else. It was a problem that made Kia nervous every time her boys left the house.



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