Hustle Real Hard: Darkweb Diary

By Darrell King

"17-year old Andrew Duval is an exceptionally bright young student whose high IQ, academic achievements and nerdy persona brings him more misery than admiration from bullying classmates in his turbulent West side Chicago high school. Additionally his mother falls prey to the brutality of Chicago's unforgiving West side, which causes the young 'Poindexter', to delve into the netherworld of the internet's deeper regions... The dark web. Here, the once tormented geek reigns supreme as he uses his mastery of cyberspace to create a virtual traphouse, yielding an immense cashflow as well as hired guns to mete out punishment to his foes. Andrew's 'rags to riches' rise earns he and his small family respect and luxurious comfort, however the sinister lure of the deep net threatens to consume the teen completely and permanently as he descends further into the abyss of the dark web.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Darrell King
• Release date: Jun 20, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370722525

Darrell King

Darrel A. King has been writing ever since the age of eight. His first published work of fiction was penned during the fall of 1976 as a student of Mary Field’s Elementary School on South Carolina’s Daufuskie Island. This effort was an adaptation of J.R.R. Tolkein’s “The Hobbit,” that he also wrote and illustrated. It was published in the school’s quarterly periodical, “The Daufuskie Kid’s Magazine.”Darrel King has written stories and numerous poems, several of which were published in the 1995-1996 “Poetry Anthology” by the National Library of Poetry in Owings Mills, Maryland.During the 90s, Darrell King became inspired by and attracted to the lurid tales of inner city crime. Dramas he read in novels by great writers such as Donald Goines and Iceberg Slim captivated his attention. These tales prompted Mr. King to begin his literary career writing his very own stories of urban crime and inner city drama.

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The rain had been falling heavily for hours now. Whatever he had thought of going out to get his siblings for breakfast would

definitely not be available any longer. Yuri always passed along the street at exactly 10:30 in the morning but since the rain started falling in the mornings, he had not come that way. He had resorted to running down to Grandma J’s Local Kitchen to get whatever remains Emily could afford to give him so that he and his siblings would eat. For almost a week now he had been lucky to get fresh burger and that was all they’d been having.

His younger sister had been sick the past week and was just recovering so he had not been in school for almost two weeks now. He was the only one adultlike figure in the house so all the responsibilities fell on him. He hoped that by Thursday she would be strong enough to stay alone in the house so that he could resume school earnestly. He was not worried about missing the classes, it was the computers that he got to use that he really missed. Even if he didn’t attend any class till the end of the term, he would still perform well in his exam. His teachers had always told him that if he did things the right way, he would one day grow up to become someone like Zuckerberg.

His father Jeremiah Duval had left them and followed his mistress when he was just eight. He had left his mother with a very young girl without any means of providing for the family. Jeremiah worked as a data analyst for a gaming company Freyoa. His mistress was his supervisor and it was believed that they had been having an affair since his father joined the company which was when he was just four. After their father left them, the few cash that his mother’s brothers could gather was spent mostly on alcohol by their mother and by the time he was nine, they were already living on welfare. Their mother, Annette could not keep a job so she stayed in her bedroom all day, drinking herself to stupor. The little money they got from welfare was still been squandered by their mother and if they were not attending public school they would not have been able to keep going to school.

He kept looking out the window hoping that the rain would calm down a bit so that he could get something for his siblings to eat. Damien had come to him asking if what they could eat was available yet. He hated telling them that there was nothing yet so he just told him that he was warming it.

If the rain didn’t stop soon, he would have to go get them food in it. Although Fatima had not come to him yet, he knew that she would be starving by now. She just lay on the cushion standing only one leg looking forlorn. He feared that if she didn’t get enough food, she might stop getting better and get worse instead. He sat staring in suspended animation at the heavy droplets of rain as they hit the driveway. He watched as the water sank deep into the ground. The cobblestone was removed from the ground and scattered around and his siblings had always picked them to throw around the street. He hardly heard his mother call him till Damien tapped him on his shoulder.

Mama’s asking for you Andy. He said.

He looked at his raggedly clothed brother. Visibly malnourished, his bones were already showing beneath the yellow t-shirt he wore. He had always wondered why their father never cared to send them money for upkeep. He had promised himself never to become such a father.

I’ll go see her. The food is almost ready Damien; just give it a little more time. He rubbed him on the back to reassure him.

He knew what she was going to ask for; it was always the same thing. She always loved to drink but never want to go out to get it because then she would have to see her children she’d neglected for a long time and she wouldn’t be able to bear that. He knew that deep down in her heart, she wished she could do something to help.

The rain was beginning to subside so he went to her crappy bedroom. Her things were scattered all around the room and bottles were lying down everywhere on the ground. She was standing with her arms on her chest facing the window that looked out towards what used to be her garden.

You called me mum. He said. He didn’t want to appear too direct just in case she was sober so that she wouldn’t be feeling guilty or ashamed.

She stood still by the window staring at the life she had missed, at the love she had forsaken and at the peace she had given up. She heard his voice but couldn’t answer or look at him.

He was beginning to get restless. The rain had reduced a bit and this was the only time he had to rush out and get food for them so he spoke again. Mum, do you need something? he asked.

He heard the faint sound of tears obstructing the clarity of her voice or maybe she was just too drunk to speak clearly.

Continue with what you were doing Andrew, I’ll call for you later. She answered.

He rushed out of her room. He never did like going in there but he had to clean it once a week so that the whole house would not smell of her alcohol. He rushed to get the umbrella from the patio where he’d left it the previous morning.

It didn’t take him long to rush to get their food and get back home before the rain increased its intensity again. He quickly locked the door behind him, although it never