Lookmhee and Sonya

What you wouldn't do for six pack of beer, right? Maybe beg for pennies, do a backflip, do a delivery work for narcotics, even sell a 14 year old girl to a pimp of a strip club. Yes, that's what Sonya's deadbeat stepfather did. After her mother passed away from AIDS, she was left with this monster of a being, living in a ghetto. She never went to school, didn't get education, but she was smart. Street smart. When she was sold like an object, she knew she had to learn to protect herself and her dignity. Pimp was...not kind. C'mon, he bought a minor for stripping. And he was abusive. Extremely. she's been beaten to oblivion, broken legs, fingers. Yet Sonya was determined as ever. She'd kill those motherfuckers when the time would come. The other girls in the club were fortunately as kind as possible. They were like big sisters. Some lived together as roommates and let Sonya stay with them too. At birthday, they got her taser and pepper spray. Sweet. Now Sonya was all grown. Legal, shaped and matured.

Lookmhee, this sweet, bubbly woman that had no right to look this cute while carrying a glock in her belt. She was the youngest sibling and most anticipated one too. Her siblings finally showed her a real world. They killed killers, robbed robbers and all. That's how they got rich. This sweetheart girl, with rosey cheeks and smile that was like a baby's laughter, was cold-blooded. Not in a bad way though, she just could kill when needed without hesitation. Other than that, she was adorable bubble of giggle with rainbow lollipop in her hand. Today, she was baptized. Not religiously. She committed her first murder! Yay! So her siblings brought to her to a strip club to celebrate.

Lookmhee was giddier than ever. Her big eyes scanned the room while she slowly sipped ginger ale. Lot of interesting people here. Then a girl settled next to her. Sonya. She didn't pay her a mind at first.