Born In It

By RL Welch

Take a ride through Charlotte, where a legacy was born. Solomon is a ruthless politician with a questionable past. Brandy is hood certified and well connected on the streets. Calico is the uncontrollable street prodigy who is known as a chameleon and loyal to a fault. This is a story about how a thirst for power can either build or destroy a legacy. Money, power, greed, murder, and triple crossing mayhem reign supreme in the journey to find out who was actually born to leave behind the most powerful legacy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ghetto Princess Publishing South
• Release date: May 27, 2013
• ISBN: 9781622099009

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(Birth to a Legacy)

Daddy, can I stay in tonight? Parsha purred trying to be sexy. She rolled her eyes in frustration, feeling Jackieboy’s rejection. She couldn’t believe that once, she looked at him as a down-on-his-luck hustler who would one day bounce back and rule the world. That illusion got her tricked out of her virginity in the back seat of his candy-apple red FORD T-BIRD. Now, nine months later she realized that her mother prediction was right, as the first smack from Jackieboy’s heavy hand connected………

(9 months ago).

Parsha, I see your fast-ass!! Crystal yelled from the kitchen. She was already pissed the fuck off because she lost the rent money playing pity-pat at the liquor house last night. She hadn’t had any sleep, she was hung the fuck over, her ex was in town, and now this shit!

And no you motherfucker! she yelled at Jackieboy, throwing a plate at him, which hit Parsha's door and shuttered, forcing him to duck back in the bedroom.

Have you lost your mind hoe? You better turn that shit down a notch! Check your young hen, you dig, he said wanting to kick off in Crystal’s ass, but his money was funny and Crystal had once kept him in style.

Nigga, I saw the way you looked at my daughter when she flew out the bathroom barely dressed and ran in her room. She’s a teenager, she’s innocent, and she’s my fucking daughter! I hope that amounts to something. she screamed angrily, knowing she hadn’t prevented her child from being a part of the cycle that plagued their bloodline.

I see that some shit don’t ever change. Your mouth is the reason that your whole bottom-rack is missing! he said referring to the gap in the front of her mouth, at the bottom. She was missing six teeth. He leaned against her bedroom door with a smile on his face and his glazed solid black eyes, which held a crazy glint to them letting her know he was high as usual.

Anyway, what brought your demented ass down from Charlotte, you miss this drunk pussy? Crystal asked, taking a stumbling step out the kitchen. She was feeling the liquor she just downed to calm her nerves because she knew Parsha was trying to steal her man!

Hoe, what's wrong with you? I didn’t cross the state line to wine and dine you. I came to get what is mine! The only thing I miss about your pussy is the money it made for me! he replied, mind on young Parsha. He was willing to play any childish game to taste and tame the young beauty.

Your honesty was what attracted me to you, and it was your downfall. I’ll pass! I’d rather drink myself to death, then let your ungrateful ass beat me to death! she said as she walked in her daughter room and slammed the door……….

Parsha, I know you ain’t sleep. Sit up for a sec honey. Crystal said pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up. I know I ain’t been the best of mother’s, and I have no excuse to offer, only the truth! she continued while she blew smoke in the air. She knew what she wanted to say but had no idea how to start. It’s no secret that I’m a drunk and when the need arises for your welfare or bills, I’m a whore! My mother, your grandmother, may God rest her wandering soul, was a drunk and part-time whore and her mother the same! Crystal said as she reached over and dropped the cigarette butt in a glass of water on Parsha’s bedside table. Parsha laid back on her bed looking innocent and wide-eyed, wishing her mother would say what she had to say and get out. Jackieboy told her to stay awake tonight.

I see how you look at him, and the thirsty ass look he gives you in return. What? You think I’m stupid? she asked sarcastically, and then continued. Who knows? You may have some of my sister Sharon in you. She left with her sugar daddy in 48’, the last I heard, she teaches fifth graders in Chicago. She said looking at her daughter, seeing herself at that age.

Jackieboy may be fine like good times and smooth like a summer breeze, but what’s inside of him is rotten to the core! He’s a user and abuser Parsha, she said sadly as she recognized the lustful look in her daughter eyes every time his name was mentioned. She felt guilty because she felt a familiar tingle inside at the thought of Jackieboy lying across her bed, waiting for her.

Pageland, South Carolina is safe and contained. The real world outside of the sticks is a wicked world, and cold as a Bitch! The decision is yours to make Parsha. As your mother, I pray that you choose what’s safer; the worst is, you end up an old faded beauty like me with all the old same niggas wrapped around your fingers! Or you could get caught out there in some mean city street, alone, and on much more than alcohol.

Smack… Jackieboy smacking the shit out of her brought her back to reality.

Bitch is you stupid? You know today is Friday. You better get out there and get my money. I’ll be at the room later, you dig? he repeated, then stopped the car and let her out at the top end of Trade Street on the track…………..

(2 Hours Later)

Parsha, still young, black and beautiful was just 19 days shy of her 17th birthday. She was walking down Trade Street in uptown Charlotte. Business was slow tonight and she was so tired, not to mention, so very pregnant. She knew without a doubt that she had to make her quota, which was $3 Sunday through Thursday and $10 Friday and Saturday. It was a cold, slow Friday night. She hadn’t turned a trick at all and she needed a john she could clip for her quota because she didn’t want a beating. He would beat her, pregnant or not, with a twisted clothes hanger. She shuddered at the thought of his beating, wondering how she let herself get caught up with a Gorilla pimp. When she got to the corner of Trade Street and North Tryon Street a black car pulled up at the corner. He waved and she waved back happily, thinking he looked like an easy mark. She walked over to the car and tapped on the passenger window.

Hey sexy, what are you doing out on this cold night alone? the driver who was a young white man, clean cut and harmless looking asked Parsha.

I’m just walking trying to get some exercise, working on my legs. Don’t you think I need to lose weight? Parsha asked as she stepped back from the car lifting her skirt up showing her pussy. She didn’t have on any under garments. Can I get in the car?

Yeah, sure baby girl. Get in. he replied looking her up and down approving as she got in the car. They rode down North Tryon Street and were silent until he stopped at a hotel called The Ascot, at the corner of South Tryon Street and North Tryon Street.

Sweet Daddy. Do you mind if we stop at room sixteen before we go to my room darling? Parsha said sweetly to the john.

Sure sweet thing, no problem. he said

Can I have the money now? I charge $2 for the total package, actually $3 but you’re so handsome that I’m giving you a discount. It ain’t like I don’t trust you. It’s just in room sixteen, he sell something I need to put me in the mood. she said as she reached over and rubbed between his legs. He reached in his pocket and gave her the $2. They got out the car and walked to room sixteen, which was the room on the lower level beside the stairs and ice machine.

She knocked three times.

Who is it? a loud deep voice asked.

It’s me Pussy Popping Parsha from Pegram Street! she said and winked at the john. The door open and they walked in. The room was dark with only a neon green light on in the front room. In the bathroom a red light was throwing a ghostly cast on the room. A small black and white T.V. was on the Presidential Campaign race.

John F. Kennedy was saying something about Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country…

The man in front of the T.V. was big, black, and looking mean with a military style haircut. He has a paranoid edge about him; the steel look in his eyes told the story of what he had seen in the war.

Parsha what have I told you about bringing your johns in here? he asked as he stood up.

Martinez, please don’t be mad. This is a regular. He isn’t a cop. It won’t happen again. she said with sincere conviction.

What do you want, the usual? he asked.

Yes, and I need a shooter. she said as she handed him the money. He gave her a bag and needle and opened his door, letting her know that the business was over. Parsha and the john left out the room as Martinez shut the door forcefully behind them. She turned and walked up the stairs. Parsha leading the way as the john follow behind her. She walked to room twenty-four on the second level, pulled out a key and opened the door. The heat and odor of the room hit them instantly. The room smelled of blood, sex, sweat, and wet clothes which floated around in the bathtub. The lights were on, and this room was smaller. It only had a bed, lamp, and a bathroom. She walked to the bed and undressed, patting the side of her bed for the john to sit but he remained standing. She was putting whatever she had in the bag on to a spoon. She was so occupied that she didn’t notice that he had left, saying he’ll be back; he left something in the car. She stood up because the girth of her stomach made it uncomfortable for her to sit for long periods of time. She took the needle and sucked up the water substance in the spoon, which was still warm from the heat of her lighter under the spoon turning the Heroin a beige color. She finished sucking up the liquid and thump the needle checking for air in the needle, then put it down on the table. She reached down and got a belt off the floor and tied it on her left arm, pulling it tighter until a vein popped up. She grabbed the needle and inserted the tip into her vein, as the drug entered her system; she leaned back, closed her eyes, and let the happy potion do its job. She slowly opens her eyes trying to focus but her head kept nodding up and down. She looked up and smiled as the door flung open. A lot of white faces swarmed into the room, she tried to say something but no words came out, the voices floated through her head.

You’re under arrest

Soliciting a Policeman

Drugs

Are you alright

She just smiled as they stood her up, put a blanket over her and handcuffed her. She was still smiling, head moving up and down, felt a warm sensation running down her legs. She could only look down as blood and other liquids ran down her legs. The policeman, who posed as a john, noticed it and hurriedly took off the handcuffs. He laid Parsha back on the bed, telling the nearby officer to call medic because she was in labor and losing a lot of blood.

Ten minutes later with the help of the policeman/john, she gave birth to two healthy sons. She looked at him, smiled, and said, Solomon and David then Parsha, now 18 days shy of her 17th birthday, closed her eyes and died.

Throughout it all, no one ever thought of room sixteen, where the occupant left during all the commotion upstairs; getting in his car, driving off. Nor did anyone take the needle out of her arm, which was still embedded in her vein. Medic came rushing in the room and stopped when they saw the policeman sitting on the blood-soaked bed, with two crying infants in his arms saying over and over Solomon and David are their names.

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Chapter 1

1990

Stein, what’s up playboy? It’s been a while since you come through here. We thought you done forgot about North Charlotte. Joseph Lil Louis Crosby said to his friend of twenty years as they hugged, then walked up the driveway to the backyard, where it was a cookout in progress.

Lil Louis, you know how it is in the hood now. Those niggas, Clean and Aaron got the hood on fire, running the carter on Harrill Street. Stein said to his friend as they stood in the backyard observing the cookout. Even through Lil Louis was still talking,

Stein mind was elsewhere, because walking towards him was his sister son Rico, known to the hood as Calico………

What’s up unk? Calico said to Stein, as he shook his uncle's hand.

Ain’t too much. What’s been going on? he said, and then continued. Let me talk you in private; Lil Louis do you mind? Lil Louis whispers something in Stein ear, and gave his friend a hug and goes to joins a group of men standing by the picnic table.

"Unk, I’m 18 years old now, and you gave me your blessing last year to come off the porch and join the family business. From day one, Lil Louis has only used me to collect money and bag up cocaine. Other than