SCOOTER ON A SIDEWALK
You know how you meet a certain person in a very awkward setting, in a weird way and that encounter turns your world three sixty? We all have that person in which their presence in our lives makes it better or completely destroys it. Hers was the latter. Adrenaline rush, she was no stranger to it. Taking what wasn't hers, favorite hobby. She has dedicated her life to taking and running and does she have any regrets? No. The cold breeze of Washington Street danced with her brown hair in the air as her steps quickened, when she noticed she was being followed. Her hazelnut eyes swiftly turn to look at her chasers. They were dressed in black and armed with pistols. “Holy shit!” Her pink lips cursed, as she stopped to look around. Her eyes quickly caught her scooter, parked on the other side of the road. Dashing to the other side, she started the scooter and attempted to reverse but bumped into a car from behind. It was a dark blue Mercedes. “Damn!” She angrily got down but noticed the men following her got close. “Really?! You couldn't just watch where you were going!?” She threw her hands in the air but nobody got down from the car. She angrily dropped her helmet and walked to the back window. “Open up!” She impatiently banged the tinted glass. “Ma'am, you can't do that." The driver finally got down. " What did you just call me? Do I look like your step aunt?” She hissed. " You broke my light and sat in there like you didn't know what you did." She tried to look through the glass to see who it was but it was too dark. The driver went back into the car and came out shortly. “Here, it will take care of the damage.” He gave her a bundle of new notes which she collected happily. “Fuck this.” She climbed her scooter and sped away, using the sidewalk instead. She collected a good amount of curses and names from the angry pedestrians but she couldn't care less, her life was more important than any name they threw at her. Kimberlee Smith, only child and orphaned at the age of nine. Thirteen different foster homes with a bitter family history. Cynic, stubborn, trouble maker and recently turned feminist. Seven years ago, she moved out of her last foster home to start her own life after she turned into an adult. She knew she had a greater future ahead of her and couldn't achieve it under other people's supervision. Although she really didn't have a footing, she took a leap of faith. Her savings were enough to get her a cheap apartment and she worked three jobs to sustain herself. Her two foster sisters slash best friends thankfully joined in on the exciting adventure a year after she left them and everything became better. The trio had different dreams. Kimberlee always wanted to be a journalist, Pamela wanted to go to medical school while Zita loved fashion. But life always throws at you what you don't want and in their case, they really didn't have options other than to take it and shape it into the world they desired. Kimberlee became a low budget journalist that was always behind the scenes but she was grateful for the pay. Zita works per time in a boutique and that was the closest she got to fashion while Pamela volunteers at different shelters and elderly homes as an assistant nurse. “She's here!” Pamela gasped from their bedroom window. Kim chained her scooter to a pole and climbed the stairs. She preferred to use the stairs at the back of the apartment building whenever she comes in late so as not to wake the kids. After climbing four floors, she let out a breath of relief and pulled out her key from the old crossbody bag. “What took you so long?” Zita helped with the grocery bags. “Girl, you got us all worried!” Pamela poured a glass of water for Kim. “Are they kids asleep?” Kind gulped it down and cleaned her mouth with the back of her palm. Pamela let out a long yawn. “Yes, not until we read them a bedtime story. They wanted to wait up for you.” “This came in for you.” Pamela gave her seven envelopes. Kim calmly went through them with a sigh. “I made some money today but I don't think it will be able to pay their class dues.” She dropped five of the envelopes and opened the next. “Eviction notice.” Zita said before Kim could say anything. “We opened it earlier. I'll take care of it tomorrow, I'm expecting my pay.” Kim wasn't curious to know what was in the last envelope but opened it anyway. “My foundation has been approved!” She finally smiled. Zita and Pamela exclaimed in joy! “Shh,” Pamela whispered. “Mama?” A boy of five called from a bedroom door. “Pedro!” Kim quickly went to him with a smile and knelt to hug him. She picked him into her arms and he instantly went back to sleep. Gently putting him in his bed, she planted kisses on all the children's forehead before walking out. Kim took a hot bath and couldn't stop thinking about the approval of her foundation. She has been waiting a year for this great news and finally, her dream will come true. She crawled into the bed in-between her two friends with a smile. With the success of the foundation, she will give herself, her friends and her kids the life they deserve. Kimberlee walked out of a public school after using most of her savings to pay the children's fees. She looked down at the receipts with a smile and put them in her worn out crossbody bag, proud of what she was doing with her life. A huge frown fell on her face when she saw her scooter was chained in the back of a truck while a flashy car slowly rolled into the spot she parked her scooter initially. “Hey, hey, hey!” She angrily exclaimed with her hands in the air as she ran towards the officer. “You're not allowed to park here, you know that Kim.” He said to her with a very serious face. “C’mon, officer. Just give me a ticket or something.” She pleaded. “No, not this time.” He shook his head. “But you're still getting one.” He clicked his pen and started writing something down. “I took direct orders.” He pointed at the flashy car with his pen without looking up. Kimberlee angrily turned to look at the black BMW behind her when the door opened. “Who's that?” She asked and without waiting for an answer, matched to the car. “Kim!” The officer called. Kimberlee angrily walked to the man. “You know my problem with you rich folks? You think you can do absolutely anything you want because of the size of your pockets.” The man was tall, tanned with a beard and a neat haircut. He wasn't wearing expensive clothes, tailor-made suit or unnecessary, obviously expensive branded accessories that screamed his worth or the kind of lifestyle he has. His lips were full and pink and his face looked like it was carefully crafted for a god, maybe from one of those mythical stories. He wore a simple black t-shirt and black shorts with white sneakers and no accessory whatsoever. He took off the shades he was wearing to look down at her and his dark brown eyes bore in hers. That was when she noticed how tall he really was and her eyes moved to his physically built body. The shirt stretched around his muscles and his pecs and biceps didn't fail to proudly showcase themselves either. He looked like a fitness model. He wasn't American, she quickly noticed. “It's not fair to generalize." His left brow slightly lifted. But he didn't have any accent either. Kimberlee was knocked out of her thoughts. Not fair? When has life ever been fair? “ And who are you to tell me what's fair and what's not?" She scoffed. " You think you can just do whatever you want as long as you have money and power. I parked my scooter for just five minutes and since your car looks better than my vehicle, you removed it to park yours..” " What are you talking about?" He slightly frowned. " The spot was empty when I got here…" “Oh shut the fuck up!! What y'all rich people do is trample on others, take what doesn't belong to you regardless of what the person might be going through which to you, it's none of your business! Look around you! Shelter homes are turned into malls, elderly homes are destroyed so you could construct a spa. Can you get any more shameless than this?” He paused and briefly looked around and back to her. “I don't want to hear it. Defending yourself will do you no good because you know I'm right and I can see right through all of you heartless socialites! Always taking advantage of the weak and inflicting an unmeasurable amount of pain and you just don't care! All you care about is what only profits you and whoever gets hurt because of your actions, you don't give a fuck." Kimberlee breathed and adjusted her bag. She unknowingly released the cynic in her. Kim glared at him one last time before walking away but spotted an old police officer behind the car on his bike. “Officer Dean!" She exclaimed and quickly turned to the other officer that seized her scooter but he only shrugged. “You have to come to the office to take your scooter back. I asked him to seize it." Officer Dean said. Kimberlee turned to look at the stranger but he simply got back into his car and drove away. Shit.COFFEE WITH A CYNICThe next day, Kimberlee found herself in front of a building on Madison Avenue.She got private information of the whereabouts of an illegal drug lord and just like always, she decided to do the dirty work.Kim snuck into the building in a disguise as usual with her camera and dictaphone in her bag as she searched for her targets.She arrived in an empty room and took a look around. It was marbled and the decor looked expensive.“Can I help you?” A voice asked from behind.Kim quickly turned to see the source of such a melodious voice.He was tall, had a neat hair cut and he wore a custom made three piece suit.He oozed wealth.“I was looking for the bathroom.” She attempted to make it for the door and he moved out of her way.“Old trick in the book. Are you a journalist?” He smiled at her. Kim stopped and looked at him. “N..no.” She unwillingly stammered.Well, it wasn't a lie.The man only grinned again and looked at her with a strange int
SERVING TABLE SEVEN “Are we out off caffeine? Why's the order so slow today? We've got a full house." Kimberlee said to the cashier who was writing something down.Her hair was in a messy bun at the top of her head while she wore a white t-shirt neatly complimented by a brown scarf around her neck and a short brown skirt. She also wore her only wedge sandals that gave her little bit of height.“Sarah said the machines are having some technical problems? I don't know." He replied." Kim, can you take this order please? I have three more.” One of the waitresses placed a sticky note in front of her as she waved three more with the other hand.“Of course. I just need to sort out table three first.” Kim picked it up.“You're the best." The waitress hurried away." Table seven needs two black coffee, one with sugar, one with milk, another one with milk and sugar.” She read out from the note with a frown.The cashier shrugged at her when she looked up. " Looks like you're gonna have to prep
STRAW BAG ON BEACH SAND Putting her hat back on, she picked her cappuccino and dropped a dollar note on the table. She arrived in Florida two days ago and because of her never ending curiosity, she'd already seen almost half of the city and now has hundreds of pictures in her camera. The trip was going to last for just three days and she has already taken every picture she needed. Photography was just an hobby but eversince she got her camera, she started making money out of it. Kimberlee took off her clothes to expose her dark green bikini as soon as her toes touched the warm sand of the beach. Looking around, she studied the children playing on the beach and their parents that watched them play. She wished she could give her kids every good thing in life, like the luxury they deserved and blissful memories. She wants to bring them to the beach and play with them too. Her eyes drifted to the pool of ladies in the water, drooling over a guy who was probably asleep on his chai
SEX IN A SUITE Santos poured another round of wine as their voices filled the cold air with laughter.“I can't believe that happened to you at the age of seven." He gulped down the contents of his glass.“Well, I was pretty mischievous growing up. That's why a lot of my foster parents didn't like me so much.”" But isn't that the point? To be a nice kid so you'll get a lovely family that would actually take you in for good?” He asked.“I had my fair share of ‘lovely’ family. The share was small enough to make me understand that there wouldn't be any family out there for me. I mean, what people will take in a complete stranger and ‘love’ them as their own? It just sounded so fake to me." " Everyone deserves to be treated well, to be loved. No one should ever feel alone in this brutal world.” He gently placed his hand over hers on the table.Santos realized women like Kimberlee are not easily moved by materialistic things. They can only be impressed by emotional bullshi
MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT Kimberlee rolled to her side with a light groan.She heard the same song he played for her last night, playing in the room on a very low volume.So it wasn't a dream.She slowly sat up and looked around.Normally, a one night stand ends up with the girl alone in bed when she wakes up but when she looked back, he was sound asleep. He didn't ditch her.She listened to the music play for a moment.🎶 Walkin' out of timeLookin' for a better place (lookin' for a better place)Something's on my mind (mind)Always in my head spaceBut I know some day I'll make it out of hereEven if it takes all night or a hundred yearsNeed a place to hide, but I can't find one nearWanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear. 🎶Kimberlee quietly climbed down the bed and looked for her bag.“Shit!" She got a lot of voicemail from home. 🎶 Isn't it lovely, all alone?Heart made of glass, my mind of stoneTear me to pieces, skin to boneHello, welcome home… 🎶It was just few minut
FUCK MATE AND FANTASIES" Don't let Sarah get you standing around and doing nothing.” Dan knocked her out of her thoughts. “You don't like your job anymore?" Kimberlee quickly picked the tray from the table and headed back to the kitchen.Two months now, two months and she still wasn't able to get him out of her head.She knew what it was and accepted it for what it was, she gave her consent to a one night stand but she couldn't get over it.His light moans kept echoing in her mind. His lips, still fresh in her mouth and she could still feel his weight over her every fucking night.She couldn't stop thinking about that night because it kept on playing in her soul.Why the hell can't she stop thinking about him and the different ways he could fuck her?It wasn't the constant thoughts of him that scared her, nor was it the way she felt everytime she thinks about him or the possibility that she would have sex with him again.It was the fact that she wanted more.She wants him and it sca
PREGNANT FOR THE PLAYBOY Kimberly's hands shook as she took the results from the doctor.She couldn't believe it has turned into a reality.Hot tears flowed down her frozen cheeks.No, this can't happen, it's not possible.Why was this happening to her? Just that one time she decided get loose, to be like other humans, to taste life and have a little fun.That was all it was. Fun.Yes, she was new at this but that goddamn son of a bitch knew better to take precautions.She was so fucking wet and completely filled with lust she didn't pay attention whether he used protection or not.“Fuck.” Escaped her lips.She just had to go and mess up at her very first time. Her very first time and she got herself knocked up.By Santos.Tears of regret flowed down her cheeks and soaked her blouse.By Santos.It kept on ringing in her head and she couldn't make it stop.Upon all the men in the world, in the whole wide world, she is pregnant for Santos?Why was luck never on her side?He definitely
THE ONE WHO GOT AWAY Santos poured himself another shot of vodka and swallowed it all down in one huge gulp.He couldn't believe it because there was no way it was possible although he clearly remembered not using protection.That was his first slip up and it only came back to hit him right in the face.He silently cursed his stupid libido.How can Kim affect him in such a way?Santos closed his eyes when he remembered that night, how he woke up alone at dawn and she wasn't there. She was gone!She fucking left in the middle of the night after she used him and just like some toy, throw him away when she was done.‘What are you saying?’ He poured another shot.Of course he felt something. He couldn't explain or tell exactly what it was when he realized she was gone without a word but it made him feel uncomfortable and weird in a way.He was usually the one that leaves in the middle of the night or at dawn, so when he realised she did exactly what he was supposed to be the one to do, i
HEELS, HELP AND HOPES “You're late.” Santos said the moment she closed the door behind her.Kim jumped in fright with a gasp. “What is wrong with you!?” She glared at him but probably didn't notice because of how dim the room room and also, she was standing at a distance to him. “What are you doing here?” Her legs started moving towards him.“Waiting for you.” He looked at her, slowly making her way to him.“It's inappropriate that you're sitting on my bed. No, scratch that. It's totally not cool that you came in here without my permission.”“There was no one to give me one when I came, plus I didn't intend on asking for any permission.” He smiled a little when she stopped in front of him.“This should never happen again.” She said. “And the balls of you to make yourself so comfortable in my room.”“I'm interested to know what will happen after we get married. You do know that you'll have to move in with me, right?” His smile widened.Kim walked away from him to the closet. “Well bef
OLD HABITS DIE HARDKimberlee tugged in her sleeping children and pulled the duvet over them with a smile.“Do you even know the crazy thing?” Kim turned to her friends who were stuffing themselves with ice cream.“Huh?” Pamela looked up at her.“This is so delicious.” Zita said with a mouth full of strawberries. “Do I get to eat this everyday?”“I don't know.” Kim sat in front of them. “Kim, you have to make them treat us like this every single day.” Pamela moved closer to her with the bucket of ice cream in-between her legs.“I'm pretty sure you will be well fed and you'll have too much of everything, trust me.” Kim smiled at her.“Is it just me or do you look thinner? Are you sure you eat enough?” Zita worriedly asked. “Well, I can't remember when last I had a really good meal. I'm not allowed to eat too much because I can't afford to be ‘overweight’ as a princess to be and the future queen.”“Don't tell me these people are starving you because they want you slender.” Pamela frow
NOT THE CROWN, JUST THE MAN He couldn't just be straight forward and tell her what exactly the surprise was. Kim prayed it had nothing to do with the queen or his dearly betrothed, Stefania. So what on earth would he surprise her with? Kimberlee stopped midway down the stairs when she spotted her kids and sisters in the enormous living room. “Zee! Pam!” She almost missed a step but still kept her focus on them as tears welled up in her eyes. Pamela and Zita's attention snapped towards her and they immediately flew into her arms. “Kim!” They both sadly chorused. They slowly released her to wipe their teary faces. Pedro ran to hug her legs. “Mama.” “Oh my sweet baby.” Kim picked him up. “I've missed you so much.” She placed kisses on his face. Santos leaned against a pillar in the fifth floor to watch the reunion. Kimberlee walked to the rest of her children who were seated on the couches and knelt in front of them. “You guys won't give me a hug?” She sadly asked. Margaret
DIFFERENT AND DIFFICULT DREAMS Kimberlee wore the heels but couldn't get up.“C’mon doll, you can do it.” Kiki encouraged and she tried one more time but couldn't.“I don't think this is for me, these heels are too high.” Kim sadly sighed but Ana walked to her.“Don’t be deceived honey, heels are meant to be possessed, they are not made for you. So make it yours.” Kiki swayed his hips with the snap of his fingers.“Maybe you need a little boost.” Ana offered her a hand and pulled her to her feet.“How do you even walk in those so easily, Ana?” Kim frowned.“Took years of practice. I think you're a fast learner, don't worry.” Ana said to her.Kim wobbled a little but slowly gained her balance. “I don't think I'll ever get used to this.”“There you go.” Kiki stood next to her. “Just follow my lead, do what I do.”Ana stood on the other side while Kiki started some few movements.Kim almost tripped and fall but Ana caught her just in time. “Nah, I'm not doing this.” She shook her head.
PICTURE PERFECT PRINCESSKimberlee tossed around in the bed, hearing some noise in her sleep.When she finally decided to open her eyes, Rhoda and some strangers were busy in the room. Some were writing things down while other kept inspecting the room.“What the hell is happening?” She quickly sat up.“Good morning, my lady.” Rhoda walked to the bed and bowed. She had a big book in her hands.“What are you doing in my room? And who are those people moving around without permission?” Kim angrily asked. “What are they doing?”She thought no one could enter her room without her permission.“My apologies.” Rhoda kept her head bowed. “But I received strict orders from the queen.” She held up the book for Kim. “This is your training schedule.”“What is that?” Kim took the book and opened it. After a short while, she looked up at Rhoda. “I have to learn all of these before the wedding? This is too much and the wedding is just in a few weeks.” She frowned.“The queen said to ensure you learn
HORNY WITH A HINT OF RUM Kimberlee snapped herself out of it and quickly pushed him away.He was wearing suit trousers and a black long sleeve but the suit jacket was abandoned on the bed.“What are you doing here?”She looked around the room. “We need to talk.”“Who let you in, huh?” He ruffled his hair. “Seb? Or Ana?”“That's not important.” She turned to him. “So this is where you come to hide from the world and your problems? And I assume I'm part of the problem?” She questioned.“This is where I escape the world. This is my happy place. But here you are, when I'm trying to escape you!” He replied.“I believe this room was here long before you walked into my life.” Kim felt herself loosing her patience gradually.“Well consider yourself added to the list.” He gave her a tight reply.Kim looked at him with an angry chuckle. “Are you kidding me right now?”Santos sat on the bed. “What do you want?” He gulped from the bottle in his hand.“You're too drunk to talk.” “I'm not drunk.”
SEDUCED IN A SECRET ROOMKimberlee stood at a distance from Santos's room. She was having second thoughts but she knew she can't change her mind.She has to confront him.“Kimberlee.” Estaban called from behind.She turned towards the source of the voice. “Hey.”“What are you doing here?” He looked around and his eyes stopped on his brother's bedroom door.“I need to talk to Santos.” She replied.“Mother won't like it if she sees you here.” He warned. “Santos isn't around.”“I have questions and only Santos can answer them. I need answers.” Kim looked at him. “I met Stefania.”“Oh.” Estaban gave her an apologetic look. “I'm really sorry, it wasn't in my place to tell you even if I wanted to. Mother said she'll take care of it and there won't be any need. I'm really sorry.”He looked so regretful and she started to feel bad for telling him about it. He might think she indirectly accused him but that wasn't the case at all.“It's fine.” Kim smiled a little, placing her palm on his arm.
BETROTHED AND BETRAYED “Don't touch me!" Stefania disgustingly pushed Kim's hand away. “You filthy.." “I wouldn't complete that sentence if I were you." Kimberlee warningly stood up to her.Stefania looked over to Ana and back at Kim. “I don't engage with commoners. So will warn you to keep your hands to yourself." " I might be a commoner but I'm pretty sure I'm not as horrible as you.” Kim started. " All you have is a pretty face and a crown, but on the inside, you are nothing but a filthy monster yourself.”" Did you just call me filthy?” Stefania chuckled." I'm pretty sure you're familiar with that word. No amount of make up will cover up the kind of person you are.” Kim added. " I can see right through you." She looked at her shoes. “Heels to show off your pride, what exactly have you achieved in life? The Make up is to cover your ugly attitude, but that's useless now because you've clearly showed the kind of person you are and no concealer can ever hide that. The pearls aroun
BLOODY BLOND BITCH She couldn't believe how fast everything was moving. Her first dinner with the family last night was a total chaos because once again, she locked heads with the queen. She tried to keep her cool but Berenice has a way of going under her skin and irritating the life out of her. The only thing on her mind was the arrival of her kids and sisters as the days went by. Day two. Kimberlee slowly opened the door and took a quick peek. “My lady.” Rhoda bowed when she saw Kim. “Do you need anything?” “Maybe a tour around the house?” Anastasia approached Kim's room. “Hey Kim.” “Hi.” Kim waved with a smile and stepped out of the room. Ana was wearing a pink silk dress with flats. “Don't worry, Rhoda. She is with me now.” Ana pulled Kim by the arm, and started walking away. Kim couldn't stop looking at Ana. The last time she saw her, she had brown hair but today, she is a blond just like Isa. “What?” Ana smiled at her. But that wasn't what really caught Kim's atte