Started From The Top Now I'm Here 3: Started From The Top, #3

By Midnite Love

In part three of this steamy tale we pick up where Sonnet has burned bridges with everyone close to her. Find out what happens as she struggles to survive life on Skid Row. Does she deserve a second chance? And if so, who's willing to give it to her? Will she finally learn to humble herself? Or will her selfish ways be her demise? Join Sonnet, Lexi, Cheron and the rest of the crew for this drama filled sequel to find out.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Love Den Media Publishing
• Release date: Feb 15, 2015
• ISBN: 9781516327690

Midnite Love

As the author of more than a dozen dating, relationship and romance urban-fiction novels and self-help references, Midnite Love has become one of the nation's bestselling go-to gurus for sensual and saucy tell-it-like-is-is tomes. Throughout her narratives, Midnite Love addresses a vast array of relationship topics, from increasing levels of intimacy with your mate and maintaining a healthy, loving relationship to learning how to fight fair, as well as exploring ways to help your partner let down walls and open himself to new levels of arousal and intimacy. From break-ups to make-ups and everything between, she has become the voice of experience for a generation of women looking for honest, frank and pragmatic advice. In addition to her robust selection of sister-to-sister books, Midnite Love is also Co-Host of the relationship program "Chattin' With Candace and Midnite Show," featuring" Real Talk, Real Raw," airing online and via podcast on iTunes. She also commandeers website thelovediaries.com. And now, Midnite Love is expanding her reach all the more, writing under a new pen name moniker as Lady Onyxx. Born and raised in the "D" Detroit City Midnite Love Aka Lady Onyxx witnessed the hardcore reality of hood life. As a nonfiction author she has shared her knowledge on relationships, intimacy and sex. Her fans have also gotten a taste of her fiction urban titles as Midnite Love. Join now her as the pen meets the pavement for some raw, gritty, urban fiction at its finest.

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Started from the Top- Now I’m here 3

An Urban Tale Of Riches To Rags

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Chapter 1 - Scratching And Surviving

That’s right suck it bitch!

Sonnet’s eyes watered as her head was forced down further and further onto her John’s massive erection. It had been three months since she walked away from Sista Bessie’s place wearing only the clothes on her back with Gucci in tow.

When she said that she would sell pussy if she needed to survive, she never actually thought that statement would come to pass.

Since losing everything and everyone she was forced to take refuge at the local shelter whenever she could manage to get in. However at the end of the day that wasn't all it was cracked up to be and it proved to have its own set of challenges. When she couldn’t get in, she would resort to riding the red line train for hours. This was the only place she felt remotely safe since living on the streets. Plus it gave her somewhere to sleep until someone reported her and she got put off.

She took showers at the local YMCA and food was whatever she could get her hands on that day. If she couldn’t manage to turn any tricks she had to resort to asking for had outs or trash picking behind the local restaurants. If she was lucky that day she could get in the soup kitchen before it was at capacity.

Her current life was a far cry from the lavish surrounding that she was once accustomed to. You could not have told her in a million years that she would go from living like a pampered princess one day, to a gutter rat sucking a stranger’s dick for food the next. Her life had truly taken a turn for the worst and she had nobody to blame but herself.

Suck it harder! Dice, her John demanded as he pushed her face into his crotch.

Sonnet almost vomited from the stench of musty balls and the taste of the dried up secretions from the last trick that rode his dick. It smelled like he hadn’t bathed in days. Her stomach reeled as she took him further into her mouth but she had no choice. She had eaten a full meal in almost three days and she was starving. She attempted to get him to clean himself first with a few of the wet towelettes she carried in her bag but her request was met with an open hand to the back of her head.

When she was finally done with the dirty deed she wiped her mouth and asked him about the $20.00 bill he’d promised her.

Git yo’ skinny ass out this car, you ain’t got shit coming! Dice barked.

Come on Dice you promised, I’m starving, Sonnet pleaded. If he didn’t pay her she didn’t know how she would eat that day.

You lucky I’m having pity on yo’ ass, here, take this damn sandwich, he hissed as he grabbed the half eaten Subway foot long from his back seat and tossed it in her lap.

No this asshole didn’t, Sonnet thought. It was clear that she was going to have to show him she meant business.

You know I don’t play that shit! Gimme my damn money now! Sonnet demanded.

The other tricks tried to warn her about Dice, they had problems getting their money out of him in the past. But seeing as she was starving and he was the only one to take the bait she had no other choice but to give him a chance.

Bitch you betta’ git yo’ ass outta my car! Diced spat before reaching over Sonnet and opening her door.

I ain’t going nowhere till I get my money! she yelled.

Oh yeah? We gon’ see about that.

Dice sprang out of the vehicle, came around to Sonnet’s side of the car and snatched her out onto the ground.

She quickly regained her composure and snapped back on her feet. After slamming the passenger door shut he headed back to the driver’s side of the car, only to be met with blows to his back from Sonnet’s fists.

Pay me what you owe me you son of a bitch!

Dice threw his elbow back connecting with Sonnet’s face, knocking out her front tooth. Git da fuck off of me!

She covered her mouth as the pain radiated through her face. She stood silently weeping as she watched him peel off, leaving her face bloodied and bruised and not a penny richer.

After her failed attempt at finding her tooth, she picked up the Subway bag from off the ground and sought refuge behind a nearby dumpster to eat in peace. She used the napkins to apply pressure to her bleeding gums before giving in to the loud grumbles coming from her belly.

Once the wrapper was opened the twang of the fluorescent lunch meat hit her nostrils. The sandwich had been in Dice’s backseat for two days. The lettuce was soggy and the mayo had turned to a rubberlike consistency.

Sonnet braced her stomach and took a huge bite. She winced in pain and she tried to avoid hitting the open wound in her mouth. Needless to say the sandwich tasted as bad as it smelled. After a few bites she began to vomit. She threw the remainder of it to the ground and wept. She’s just sucked a stranger’s dick for nothing. She was still starving and not a penny richer. This was possibly one of the worst days of her life.

Chapter 2 - Heartbroken Hotel

Cheron wept as the hot water sprayed over her body. It seemed like the shower was her favorite place these days. It allowed her not only to cleanse her body, but her soul as well. She could scream to the top of her lungs and no one could hear her. No one would hear her as she sobbed like a new born over Kenterris.

After the betrayal he bestowed upon her she expected to be heartbroken. What she didn’t expect was for her heart to feel like it was being ripped from her chest.

Since their breakup a few months back she couldn’t eat, she couldn’t sleep, hell she couldn’t even turn on the television without thinking about what shows he used to like. Every waking moment was sheer torture. Things that seemingly should make her happy brought sadness due to the fact, everything reminded her of Kenterris and the fun times they shared.

She didn’t know what made her angrier; the fact that he fucked her so called best friend behind her back, or the fact that she still loved him. She was beside herself with disgust over the fact that she couldn’t bring herself to hate him no matter how hard she tried.

Her heart ached for him. He was supposed to be her soul mate, the one she was to spend the rest of her life with but he had to go and fuck everything up.

As the months progress so did Cheron’s depression. She was finally to the point to where she wasn’t crying everyday but she was hardly eating anything and she refused the numerous offers by her family members to try and coax her out of the house. What they failed to realize was she was not only hurting over Kenterris; she had lost two of her closest friends in the process. Sonnet, Kenterris and Lexi had all hurt her. This made the blow sting extra hard. In the end, she had no one she could count on but herself.

Chapter 3 - Touch And Go

Three months earlier

You sound like a damn fool! I’m not going anywhere with you! Aintee Maven yelled.

Listen Ma’am, I don’t want no trouble with you, Ace replied. I’m just trying to offer you a ride to the hospital. We need to get there quick to check on Aviare.

Ace knew that he wasn’t giving her much to go on but he was doing everything in his power to avoid telling her that Aviare had been shot.

Oh my God! Hospital? What have you done to my baby? Aintee Maven barked. She knew in her heart that nothing good would come from Aviare hanging with Ace and here was the proof.

I haven’t done anything except tried to help him, we really need to get going....

Aintee Maven’s heart raced. She dreaded asking what happened to Aviare. All she knew was this character they called Ace was at her door banging like he was the damn police. She had a half a mind not to answer it. The only reason she did was because he mentioned Aviare’s name and she was already worried sick because he hadn’t come home and it was almost 2 AM. 

Against her better judgment she grabbed her coat and purse and got in the car with him. Lord knows if she would have had any other way to get to Aviare besides riding with this thug she would be using it, but seeing as this seemed to be a repeat situation of what went down with granny, when no one else was around with a ride, she had no choice but to take him up on his offer.

Tell me the truth, Aintee Maven announced with a blank stare as they weaved through traffic and raced through yellow lights. What happen to my boy?

Not wanting to upset her any more than she already was, Ace decided that he would let the doctors give her the news about Aviare being shot.

Look ma’am, I think we need to just wait till we get to the hospital and they can explain everything, he replied.

Tell me what the hell happened! she screamed.

Her reaction caught Ace off guard. It was apparent that she wasn’t going to let up until she heard the truth. He let out a heavy sigh as he chewed on the end of his toothpick before responding.

He was shot.

Oh Lawd Jesus! My baby! Aintee Maven wailed. Her worst fear had been confirmed. Her body trembled as she prepared herself for the worst. The tears flowed like a waterfall from her ducts. Ever since she had taken in Aviare she had tried her best to protect him from the pull of the streets and from men like Ace. But her attempts had failed. In a flash her attention soon turned back to him.

It’s all your fault! I knew you were bad news when you first started coming around. Lawd knows I tried to keep that chile away from you and the rest of them thug ass niggas!

Before she could continue she was cut off by Ace.

I don’t know how many times I gotta keep telling you I didn’t do anything but try to help Aviare! He yelled. He didn’t mean to raise his voice at her but he had now become frustrated with the whole situation.

You need to watch your tone with me! You can run that gangsta shit on them niggas in the street but you don’t intimidate me.

Aintee Maven knew who she was dealing with, and the fact that he was most likely packing heat, but that didn’t stop her from getting her point across. As far as she was concerned he was somehow involved in her nephew being shot and she didn’t have shit to lose. If he thought she was going to be running scared like the rest of the older people on the block when it came to drug dealers, he had another thing coming. She waited with baited breath for his response; however, instead, he remained silent as they pulled into the trauma