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Charlie
A man
A villain
An evil doer
The Shadow King
a pimp
and my former boss.
Ain't proud of it, but it's what I had to do when I was 14. An american girl who no ambition or Know-How had to do something with her extra time.
I mean, come on! The money was so easy.
It's taking candy from a baby. Except, there is....no....baby.
I remember when I was in Phoenix with him and Charlize and Jenna and Stacy and a few other girls. He would do anything to catch a customer with a boner and a new pack of cigarettes sitting in their car all alone with no one to talk to. This was around the springtime of 2008 and it was the night when Stacy and Jennifer would try their first needle of Good Time Juice. No judge. It just wasn't my thing.
So as I was saying... Charlie was a world class rat.
Charlize would always tell me that he works with money and money works with him, too. It was a beautiful cycle of sex, trust, and respect. And she was right because I remember when he invited me up to the roof to talk about some sort of adult themed proposition for a new job called being the Top Hat and being the girl underneath his wing. Sound exciting? Of course it was. That meant I was going to be protected, paid, and his girl....
It's like exchanging a mop for a gold and diamond studded crown. A queen in her own right. A bitch that no one would fuck with, because it certainly meant death and a painful cigarette burn to the cheek and a kick in the ass so hard you could read the size of what shoe size Charlie was wearing. It would mean... that you were special. You were a treasure. A trophy girl to the Shadow King, his lady, his boo, his alpha female...
Boy was I shit-faced wrong!
Ever seen one of those cheesy cop shows on tv that just make you wonder if they're just feeding us bullshit? Well... it's not bullshit. It's the real fucking deal. Because that night Charlie threw me under the bus after one of his girls got caught trying to pull a fast one on a customer. He got pisses, pulled a rooster and fucking howled for the police just in time for a law suit. When Charlie asked the girl what shit she had gotten herself into she defended herself with a simple "I didn't do nothing." So who did the bastard turn to?
You guessed it.
Me.

When the police came to me--- I had a million things run through my head and it was fucking painful to squirm underneath their firm gaze.
And that's when I realized--- Charlie chose me for a REASON!
He wanted me as a Backup..... because he knew damned well (and everyone else) that I was the best, manipulative, sneaky, talented, expert, calculating, dirtiest, nastiest, two-faced compulsive liar that he's ever seen.
And I'm not flattering myself. He said those things to me. Because he knew that I could squirm my way out of anything no matter how deep it got.
So what happened next you ask?
Well... nothing.

I can't tell you how we all never got arrested. But it was my secret. No one would tell. No one would know. Because... this was the shadow world. Fuck the police, Charlie would say as he hung his arm around my shoulders and nestle his nose in my hair. No one would know that his Top Hat was his best, well hidden secret weapon. That's what I was to him... and it's what I would be for the nest couple of months. Because once they touch you-- there is no cure. As for the police? They were erased. It would never turn up on their little computers or anything. Because Charlie had his ways, too. And I have never mentioned this story until now. So why resurface today? Well, I guess it's because Charlize just called me and told me that Charlie died. He got his ass stuck in a goddamn shower of bullets from his fellow associates somewhere in Bangkok, getting himself deeper into more shit than necessary.
So long Charlie...
Long live the King
I'm happy. I can feel that I'm happy.
But is it so difficult to feel something? Anything else.
I feel nothing, truthfully.
But maybe the reason why I feel nothing is because I'm scared that he'll hurt me.
Hurt me.
Use me.
Throw me away.
There are so many fears
And in my paranoid mind, he's just another predator. but I can't tell myself that unless I believe it's true first.
In the days that we are talking to each other and getting to know each other, I'm beginning to trust him
To care for him and think about him every day
Maybe I'm not attracted to him.
Why?
Because it seems he intentionally sends me pictures of himself that are not ....attractive at all.
He fucking makes faces, wide eyes, white smile, it's like dating a man-child in love with a football team.
And I send him my best pictures. Isn't so hard to do the same?
That's a shit statement, but I'm just venting my feelings because I'm so confused.
Being 20 is hard.
There's so much more on my plate and there's so much more to complain about in my life, but I'm just starting at the top of my Life Pyramid.
My boyfriend.
School. No friends. Loneliness.
Uncle, moving out, verbal abuse, finding my strength
Sadness, depression, suicide, confusion, running away, and declaring a restraining order.

But the top of my pyramid is my boyfriend, because he's trying so hard to keep my hope alive. To find a way to make me happy.
Not a whole lot of people do that for you in the world of 2014.
And for me.... I guess that's enough.
he tasted like nothing
he tasted real, but nothing
I just had my first hookup
He kissed my chest against and inside my red shirt
but dont worry.
he didn't swipe your V card, baby
you're saving yourself for the man you love
the man you truly love
He is out there.
Hell, you might be talking to him right now on your phone
Or he's somewhere else out there
Waiting for you, too
you little fool, you
Charlie
A man
A villain
An evil doer
The Shadow King
a pimp
and my former boss.
Ain't proud of it, but it's what I had to do when I was 14. An american girl who no ambition or Know-How had to do something with her extra time.
I mean, come on! The money was so easy.
It's taking candy from a baby. Except, there is....no....baby.
I remember when I was in Phoenix with him and Charlize and Jenna and Stacy and a few other girls. He would do anything to catch a customer with a boner and a new pack of cigarettes sitting in their car all alone with no one to talk to. This was around the springtime of 2008 and it was the night when Stacy and Jennifer would try their first needle of Good Time Juice. No judge. It just wasn't my thing.
So as I was saying... Charlie was a world class rat.
Charlize would always tell me that he works with money and money works with him, too. It was a beautiful cycle of sex, trust, and respect. And she was right because I remember when he invited me up to the roof to talk about some sort of adult themed proposition for a new job called being the Top Hat and being the girl underneath his wing. Sound exciting? Of course it was. That meant I was going to be protected, paid, and his girl....
It's like exchanging a mop for a gold and diamond studded crown. A queen in her own right. A bitch that no one would fuck with, because it certainly meant death and a painful cigarette burn to the cheek and a kick in the ass so hard you could read the size of what shoe size Charlie was wearing. It would mean... that you were special. You were a treasure. A trophy girl to the Shadow King, his lady, his boo, his alpha female...
Boy was I shit-faced wrong!
Ever seen one of those cheesy cop shows on tv that just make you wonder if they're just feeding us bullshit? Well... it's not bullshit. It's the real fucking deal. Because that night Charlie threw me under the bus after one of his girls got caught trying to pull a fast one on a customer. He got pisses, pulled a rooster and fucking howled for the police just in time for a law suit. When Charlie asked the girl what shit she had gotten herself into she defended herself with a simple "I didn't do nothing." So who did the bastard turn to?
You guessed it.
Me.

When the police came to me--- I had a million things run through my head and it was fucking painful to squirm underneath their firm gaze.
And that's when I realized--- Charlie chose me for a REASON!
He wanted me as a Backup..... because he knew damned well (and everyone else) that I was the best, manipulative, sneaky, talented, expert, calculating, dirtiest, nastiest, two-faced compulsive liar that he's ever seen.
And I'm not flattering myself. He said those things to me. Because he knew that I could squirm my way out of anything no matter how deep it got.
So what happened next you ask?
Well... nothing.

I can't tell you how we all never got arrested. But it was my secret. No one would tell. No one would know. Because... this was the shadow world. Fuck the police, Charlie would say as he hung his arm around my shoulders and nestle his nose in my hair. No one would know that his Top Hat was his best, well hidden secret weapon. That's what I was to him... and it's what I would be for the nest couple of months. Because once they touch you-- there is no cure. As for the police? They were erased. It would never turn up on their little computers or anything. Because Charlie had his ways, too. And I have never mentioned this story until now. So why resurface today? Well, I guess it's because Charlize just called me and told me that Charlie died. He got his ass stuck in a goddamn shower of bullets from his fellow associates somewhere in Bangkok, getting himself deeper into more shit than necessary.
So long Charlie...
Long live the King

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ShangriLaLove28 Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2014  Professional Writer
Goodnight sweet Prince...
All hail the fucking King of fucking
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ShangriLaLove28 Featured By Owner Sep 16, 2014  Professional Writer
mmmmm he is sooo good to me. He's so good to me. I really believe that this is the start of something special. And I mean ---really special
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ShangriLaLove28 Featured By Owner Jun 26, 2014  Professional Writer
need money
broke
help would be helpful
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ShangriLaLove28 Featured By Owner Apr 2, 2014  Professional Writer
im breaking out of here mothercockers!!!!!!!!!!!!
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ShangriLaLove28 Featured By Owner Mar 6, 2014  Professional Writer
LOL! Having fun watching VINES!!
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ShangriLaLove28 Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2014  Professional Writer
NEED MONEY. BROKE.
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ShangriLaLove28 Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2014  Professional Writer
mmmm I am SOO moving out soon. and I can't wait to control my own life. All I gotta do is get the money
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ShangriLaLove28 Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2014  Professional Writer
Every man needs his space. He needs his privacy.
but more importantly, the time and space to do his work.
Even after his home was HIT by a hurricane.
So that's a damn good excuse. lol
HAPPY V DAY
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ShangriLaLove28 Featured By Owner Feb 3, 2014  Professional Writer
mmmmmm i love you
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ShangriLaLove28 Featured By Owner Jan 13, 2014  Professional Writer
mmmmmm but never forget baby
I love you
and when you come to visit me-- it's sooooooooooo on.
it's time we go on another adventure baby
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