Harlem Rahim. A girl from the hood. From Brownsville, Brooklyn.
Born of an Israelite father and an afro american mother. Quite a juvenile delinquent and not ashamed to be.
If you grew up the way I did, you'd probably be one too. Just turned eighteen years old. Poor but not stupid.
I'm gonna go all the way to get out of this mess.
To get 'us' outta this. Even discover a world out of the hood life.
But never forget where I come from. Where I belong.

HARLEM

By three AM, I heard some girls downstairs. I hoped Brianna and Bella were amongst those who'd returned.


Silently, I heard the girls walk up the staircase and into the corridor. They were laughing drunkenly and were happy as ever. I heard their voices among. Perfect.


I waited patiently in my own room for an hour so I was sure the bitches were asleep.


Quietly, I got out of my bed and tip toed my way out into the corridor. There was darkness in the entire house. Everyone was asleep.


On my toes, I made my way to Brianna's room. I opened her door and got in. The bitch was asleep, on the floor. She was so drunk, she'd missed her bed. She'd left her room's light on. Dumbass.


Carefully, I took a blade out of my pocket and began to shave her brows.


Chapter 21