Born July 1970, at Grady Memorial Hospital in Atlanta, Georgia; by 2000 Christine Vernica Webbster has become a super successful business owner and by 2003 the realities of her past have surfaced to rip her apart. At age 16 she photographs her enemy, from childhood, in their high school restroom snorting from a small mound of cocaine, doing their junior Prom and mails the photos to Angelia's parents who are both Federal Court judges. Over twenty years pass before they meet up again; and all hell breaks loose.
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The Spices in Life
Christine Veronica Webbster is a nationally recognized symbol for entrepreneurial women whom have struggled through the fits and flights of neglectful parents, defeating at best the purpose of numerous passions, in order to tackle the challenges of a rapid and emotional upbringing.
It would seem fortunate being born into lavish wealth, but when you’re being scrambled into adulthood, it doesn’t mean much but a lot of money; and a lot of madness.
Kaci and Carter solely rears Christine Veronica for the first 10 years of her frantic life until the birth of her sister Glory, whom her mother finds necessary to boast and brag about as often as possible, even at her 10th birthday, to her friends and guests. Starting with public elementary education through private high school ‘habilitation’, Christine is scolded to become accomplished in everything academic, yet remaining unschooled in love; all she absorbs with grace, and war.
One of her unwise efforts was making an enemy of Angelia McCarthy; someone she’ll never be able to shake, until death does them apart.
What had happen was..., Angelia’s been snorting powder cocaine since age 12. With the numerous high-profile parties her 'judicial' parents attend almost nightly, it leaves her room to act an undercover fool. Being an only child, super spoiled and aggressively charming, she misuses parental trust to the utmost. At their high school Prom, in the sparkling restroom of the private school, she and her best friend Heather decides to challenge Veronica and her best friend Tracey to a fist-off. Before things could escalate in front of witnesses, the ladies take a private restroom break.
“Stop moving before you blow my shit off” 16 year-old Angelia begs, while masturbating 15 year-old Heather.
“SSshhh” Tracey whispers animatedly to Christine.
Veronica steps up on the toilet in the stall next to them bitches and three quick flashes of the camera, “You bitches are busted” she screams like she lives in a haunted mansion; before the junkies could gather themselves.
Over twenty years later the two meet again; sophisticated Christine Veronica Webbster and stunning Angelia McCarthy. Not a great job, not forgiveness deferred, nor an adult situation can halt Angelia’s earth-shakin’ get back; seeing that both her parents are Federal Court judges, she’s the one taking pictures now.
Christine reaches to become a polished black woman. She attires fabulously in Vera Wang and House of Dereon and dresses fly in Baby Phat and Apple Bottom. Her stimulating determination lies in becoming a renown and recognized, woman entrepreneur for the third year in a row. Seeing it became late to make her parents proud; she begins paying it to everyones ass forward.
Christine, sliding into her 30s single, is residing in the shady suburbs of Sandy Springs, Georgia, acquiring millions to fit in her bank accounts by consistently and with unwavering loyalty building her two companies, DECISIONS and GIVE ME A MINUTE. What’s beginning to cramp her financial flow are the photos circling like vultures; Christine; cocaine; cameraman.
Christine strikes lightening to the men and women she allows to know her; some mental the others sexual.
Christine feels robbed by her parents, played by her acquaintances and, ignored by God.
She sits on her balcony sipping warm Chardonnay, tripping about the fork in her road. After having gathered her information and having gone through hell and back she pin-points the one trying to snuff her financial and emotional life out; that bitch Angelia McCarthy. That’s why that undercover ass conviction went so smoothly, and why there was a vacancy at the Brown Wood Asylum for the Mentally and Criminally Insane.
Her social team fell short when it came to Webbster loyalty and she wasn’t about to let it pass; hell no. After all she’d done for them; has given them and forgiven them. All her life she’s waited to explode; to really explode. Becoming institutionalized for a year didn’t help matters in her existence, but it was better than a 10-25 year prison stint, especially after 4 days in the County. What kept her there so long were the outright fits she threw; being deemed a danger to herself. The forcibly prescribed and unwarranted medication is killing her slowly; Chlorpromazine, Clozapine, Risperidone, Olanzapine and Quetiapine; payback is a muther.... She knows her life is trying to kill her yet she also trust that through Christ she can get through all things. Cold lifeless rooms; emotionally vacant surroundings; total internal failure; all are evident.
Christine loves all the things she lost and lost all the things she wanted to love. After all is said and done vengeance should be hers she screams to the Lord. The same God Christine Veronica is mad at she comes to love. The same God who she thought forgot about her in the beginning is carrying her through ‘til the end.
Christine exist using the Spices to flavor her prayers, her emotions, her reactions, her responses; her Life. In the end she gets exactly what she deserves; heavenly peace.
At the distinguished Café a meeting is called to order in grand style. The ambiance is subtle in browns and beiges and creams. The foot tall round vanilla-scented candle centers the 6 foot long dining table along with the sparkling dishes and polished silverware.
The remaining Spices gather around their sustenance to await her verdict; after all had been said and done.
“In these manuals I have provided for each of you a copy of my journal, the one I’ve been writing in since childhood; Deeds, titles, Power of Attorneys, a copy of my Will and a host of VIPs. You all have loved me for what seems an eternity, here is my appreciation. You all go add some spice to your life” she whispers in an unfamiliar voice. Slowly, quietly appearing to succumb to the cyanide pill she swallowed minutes earlier; with a smile on her face she relaxes into the cushion of the leather chair. McKenzie notices her sedate state and summons the rescue team who wrestles with the grim reaper for possession of her mind, body and soul.
"For what is a man profited if he gains the whole world, and loses or forfeits himself? Luke 9:25
Not, The End
Liar Liar Pants On Fire
Christine dials Dennis on her cell phone inviting him to her condominium, “You coming.”
“I’ll be there.”
Christine, dressed in a purple chiffon outfit from the Caliber collection, attempts to exit her car as Dennis slides up
in his smoke black Chevy Impala. He hurriedly exits his car and snatches her door open; just to tickle her fancy.
“Don’t rush” attempting to calm his always angry ass down by smoothing over her body.
Dennis pushes her door closed, pulling her by one arm up the walkway and inside. He orders her to the bedroom,
undressed. Dennis tosses his keys on the sofa, steps into the kitchen, returning with a Sam Adams, a glass of
Chardonnay, and a single red rose. She didn’t know he still had keys to her condo; damn.
“Where’d that come from” she questions.
“Shush” I snap.
“Don’t” she attempts to respond which causes me to jump over the bed to physically restrain her flip-ass
mouth, spilling my beer on me.
“You think I’m playing with your smart ass. I bet you didn’t tell anyone you were coming here.”
Wiggling, trying to free herself, “Get off meboy!”
Dennis lies down hard atop her, forcing her legs apart with his strong knees.
Gritting his teeth, “Shut up before I take advantage of yo’ prissy ass” I growl.
“Get off me please, get up now” she begs; She hadn’t officially gotten in the mood.
Dennis reluctantly releases her and walks over to the CD player. He shuffles through several disc, finds the one he
feels like, turning it up loud, I don't see nothing wrong with a little bump n' grind....
He pulls Christine off the bed by the nape of her neck onto the plush carpet, as the slow grinds. She begins to
caress his strong, python-like, muscular, prison-made arms, trying to soothe his savage beast. He stares at her
intently. She crawls on top of him, sitting in his midsection.
“D I like being right here” she purrs.
“Stay right there then V” I tell, folding my arms behind my head exposing, LLCoolJ biceps.
Veronica sucks and licks Dennis’ hairless chest as he moans with anticipation of her hot wet…
He sets her up for another financial sting, but before she falls for it, she gives him a piece of her mind.
“Dennis you want a lot from me, with your well-paying-thug-ass life, she spits with sarcasm. You spend time
with me around yo’ mess. This shit has got to cease. Now what you want.”
“You called me. What the hell are you talking about; you be trying to be hard wit' a brotha’” I boom.
“I ain’t hard on you, not yet; you ain’t seen hard my brotha’.”
Dennis jumps up to gather his shit to be done with this bitch.
I shuffle through the closet to retrieve my belongings, “I'm using this bag” needing a tangible reason to see her
again, just in case.
“Hell no, and hurry up I got a business to run.”
“I don’t know where that unnecessary attitude of yours comes from but put a clamp on all that noise.”
I bring it down a notch; who could actually save my ass by the time his wrath could be unveiled on me.
“Dennis I like you as a piece of penis and a piece of penis only. But your rough ass be getting on my last
freakin’ nerve, always begging’ for shit. Getting right up in his face, and you’re a damn liar. I hate freakin’ liars.”
“Asking for what; what lie” I ask, not caring one bit about her emotional outburst; I'll break her freakin' neck.
He could break her neck if he wanted to.
“Run me all my other debts nigga’” going all out homegirl on him; it's his attraction to her.
“What money? You still on that, I spit back, walking out the room and then the door; with all the money and
shit you have.”
“Just stay the fuck away from me. If I need yo’ ass then I’ll buzz you nigga’.”
“I’ll be back to get the rest of my shit…”
“The rest of your shit will be in the street in 10 minutes” slamming the front door closed.
“Fuck you bitch” she hears him yell.
She opens the front door for one last insult.
“I can show you better than I can tell you” she spits, not smiling one bit, no not at all.