You could almost swear we where made for each other, Chad and I. My favorite cousin, aunt Suzanne’s first son. He was my prom date and although we had the most awesome outfits and pictures, we never kissed. I loved him and he was my world. He taught me to value myself. To treasure family. I always listened. And I blossomed into a "lady" by sixteen.  I found fame young and rubbed shoulders with the elite and celebrated. I found myself doing more than just “rubbing shoulders". I became liberated, easily confused for twenty two. Mature men wanted me and sometimes got me. He knew all this but his energy towards me never changed.  His vibe grew even more positive and I reveled in it. Why I fell bad? I guess it’s because I valued him so much. Because him and I had no sexual relationship whatsoever. Our hugs were casual, like a father and his daughter. It had always been us and the “Dennard” family, our family knew us as the twins. Not that we looked alike but we were each others shadows. On my twenty first birthday  he got involved in an accident and everybody made sure I never found out. That day was more of a blessing than a curse. But it was a curse. I was hurt because everyone hid it from me.  It broke my heart to have been kept in the dark so. But that day I saw my light. If I had left Complex DC where my birthday was hosted I would have never met Hills, the love of my life. The man that literally stole my heart. Chad was pretty banged up but he recovered.

An angel she was, beautiful like the morning sun with blue ocean eyes that told stories of love,hope and some what fear. Champagne Martyr goes out to seek vengeance for the pain she endured as a child and to bring back her sanity. She had been ripped off of what belonged to her with a man she trusted as her father. Now that she holds the power to break him she will not stop until he is six feet in the ground. George Bereau' sons are the bait Champagne needs to end the life of a monster, a demon that belongs in Hades.