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He left her broke, or perhaps broken…… (Fiction)

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This is a lil’ something I wrote a while back….not sure where I’m going with this. Just playing with words, I guess!

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Every time she tried to forget about him, he always seemed to find his way back to her.

She’d tried to delete his number.

That didn’t work so well because although she could easily delete the number from her phone, she couldn’t delete it from her mind.

It was engraved in her mind forever.

She’d tried to forget his address, too, just so that she wouldn’t dare to step even five miles near his residence. But that didn’t work either. In fact, she often found herself standing outside his house. Neighbors questioned her motives, and of course, they no longer recognized her. They just thought she was a mad lady obsessed with the beautiful two-story, modern, chic, cement home. The house had a large balcony shaded by a white awning, suspended on cement brackets. It was so inviting and alluring at the same time. It wasn’t just a balcony to her. It was a place for love and relaxation. She caught herself reminiscing on the days when she’d spend afternoons in that balcony, surrounded by nothing else but the silence around her and the noise inside her head—her thoughts. As quiet as it may have been around her, she could never stop herself from thinking too much. She’d just stand and stretch her arms out as they rested on the cement brackets.  She’d feel the wind rush from the back of her neck and brush against her cheeks as her hair danced with the wind. Just being there was paradise. He would always sneak up behind her and wrap his arms around her as they’d look out into the sky and stare at the stars. They would even talk about their dreams and the future. Yes, he often talked about a future with her. It wasn’t every day, but on occasion.

It happened. It wasn’t a dream.

Why did he claim that it never happened? Surely she wasn’t hallucinating or crazy.

She’d tried forgetting his name.

But every time she tried harder, she’d end up meeting someone with that very same first name or last name. Either at her job, school, or in a grocery store. It was in books she read. Magazines. Newspapers.

He was everywhere.

Invading her space. Her thoughts. He mind. Her life.

Why couldn’t he just leave her alone? Why couldn’t he understand that she needed to be free from him? That she was imprisoned with memories of him. Them.

Who would free her from such a life?

His name suddenly echoed in her mind, forcing her to resent him even more.

“Leave me alone,” she yelled! “Why can’t you just let me be? Get out of my head!” She pulled her hair dramatically, portraying the madness she was battling.

People around her stared at her bizarrely and murmured among themselves as they walked through the busy Dallas North Park mall.

“Crazy lady talking to herself. Don’t mind her, honey,” a mother whispered to her child who seemed afraid and taken back by the scene.

Estelle didn’t mind her. She knew she wasn’t crazy. As more people began to stare at her, she pulled her blouse and tied the straps even tighter as if she was protecting herself from them.  Then she walked away ferociously toward the opposite direction.

They all thought she was just another crazy woman who talked to herself, but they didn’t know where she’d come from or what she’d gone through. She was once a normal person too. No. She was more than the average normal person. She had a great career. She was an attorney at Tim Dublin Associates and was known as one of the top attorney in Texas according to Super Lawyers. She also had a great personality and was always full of life. Her smile was breathtaking, and oh, what a beautiful woman she was. Men who worked with her found it so difficult to accept the fact that she was a single woman. Her life was just incredible.

That is, until Leroy Nelson destroyed her.

No. He first controlled her, manipulated her, and then he destroyed her.

Now she was less than a woman. Less than a person. She was homeless. Jobless. She’d lost everything, which later birthed a heartless woman out of her. Estelle was wronged by her own beloved friend, lover, and counselor: Pastor Leroy Nelson.

That’s right. Pastor Leroy Nelson. Her own and dearest pastor.

Estelle would’ve done anything for him…

She knew she shouldn’t have gotten involved.

“He’s a stupid African-American man,” her mother would say.

“Mom, he’s a nice man of God. How can you say such a thing?” Estelle would defend herself.

“He only wants your money. I bet he doesn’t even know where Congo is on the map,” her sister would provoke her.

They were right. He wanted her money and so much more. He left her broke, or perhaps broken.

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED….

copyrighted. DeborahNKabwang

Caught Cheating. New Fiction.

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Hi, guys! I was a little bit sick, but I am so much better now!  Here’s a lil fiction teaser for my readers! Enjoy the scene..

 

When they finally got home, they were both surprisingly in a good mood. As they walked in the apartment, Dion rambled on about her day and as they made their way to the living room, she hadn’t noticed the pictures on the living room table—but Tom did.

“Baby, you hear me? I said my job is getting too crowded…” her voice faded as she saw the pictures. “Oh my God!” she yelled, dropping her bags to the floor.

“What is this?” Tom clenched his teeth.

“I can explain, baby.”

“I can’t believe you. This is what you’ve been doing behind my back.?”

“No, it’s not what you think. I was going to tell you.”

“Tell me what, huh? You think I’m stupid, is that it?” Tom yelled.

Dion ran to his side and begged him to just listen to her.

“It’s not some random guy. I’ve known him for years and he was in town so we met up, and that’s when this happened. All we did was kiss; I promise that’s all we did! But I called the whole thing off. We were just friends and he wanted to be more than that, and that’s when I told him that we couldn’t talk to each other any longer.”

Dion stared at the pictures she had taken with Rick from his phone—pictures of them kissing. She was so upset. How could this be happening to her? Was Rick so upset that she ended things with him? He turned around and stabbed her in the back and even used the key that was only meant to use when Tom was out of town. She forgot to get it back from him when she ended things with him

Tom picked up the pictures and said, “I want to believe you, but I can’t even look at you right now.”

“Baby, please believe me. He did this. He is obviously so mad that I ended things with him.”

“You’re not telling me the whole truth. How did he get in here? Who else has a key to this apartment?” Tom asked.

Dion looked away. “No one.”

“Don’t lie to me.” Tom rushed toward her and grabbed her arms with full force. “I said, who else has a key to this apartment?”

Dion trembled with fear. “Let me go.”

Tom let her loose and stomped off to the bedroom. Once he got in, the situation got even worst. “What the hell?” he yelled.

Dion rushed to the bedroom. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry, baby.” That’s all she could say and she suddenly realized how annoying and pathetic the sound of her own voice was.

All of their furniture had been damaged and broken. The white walls were full of red writings on the wall with words such as: Slut. Bitch. Whore.

Tom turned around to look at Dion. “What the hell is going on here?”

“He must have made a copy of my key; I was not aware—”

“Save it! I’m out of this place!”

“No! Don’t leave me here alone. I’m scared, baby.”

“Scared?” Tom snickered. “I’m out.”

Tom stomped out of the bedroom with Dion behind his neck, yelling and pleading for him to stay.

 “No, baby, please don’t do this,” Dion begged.

When he finally reached the door of the apartment, he turned around and stared at her without speaking. He couldn’t believe what was happening. What would people say when they’d find out he was calling the wedding off? He grabbed his keys and slowly backed away. There was a Bible nicely placed on a Leopard Dum table next to the door. Tom paused and picked up the Bible.  He turned around with the Bible in hand and said, “You should read this more often.”

 

New Fiction/Random

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  This is a new short story that I started writing recently…the tone is different. It’s pretty sad and depressing!  

               “When I said that I would never forget about you, I meant it,” I said.

I walked away from him; I gave him my back, and stared out the window.

                “I am just surprised to see you here after so many years,” He expressed.  “All of a sudden, too, I feel like I am dreaming or something,” he joked.

I turned to face him as we remained silent and simply looked each other in the eyes.

He slowly walked toward me and grabbed my right hand. He held it close to his chest.

I hesitated, and almost pushed my hand down, but I didn’t. I allowed him to have his moment.  He was so quiet. He had nothing to say and was completely speechless.

“I missed you,” he whispered.

I closed my eyes and said, “It feels good to finally hear you say it, face to face.”

He smiled.

“I missed you, too,” I added.

“I know,” he said and let my hand go. “Then, why did you do this? To us? You know what we had, don’t you?”

“I had to, at least I thought I had to, at the moment,” I explained.

“So, what happens now?” he asked.

“You tell me. Do you love her?” I finally asked the question I wanted to ask years ago.

“I don’t know. I am not sure,” he replied.

He’d been with the girl for nearly five years and still did not know if he loved her? It did not take that long to know that, in my opinion.

“I do. I love her, but it’s not the same love I have for you,” William explained.

                “Please explain, I don’t understand.”

                “I love her as a person. She has a good heart. She is good to me. She takes care of me, she loves me. But I don’t love her back the same way she loves me. With you, I am different. I am me.”

                “So…when will you tell her?” I asked.

                “Tonight.”

                “What about you?”

                “I already did. I left him a note.”

                “No. Why? You should have told him face to face,” William said.

                “No way. I couldn’t stand to see the look on his face. I didn’t want to see him hurting. The pain. I am too weak.”

                I took a seat on the stairs and William followed along and sat beside me.

                “What did you say in the note?” he asked.

                “That I was leaving him. For you.”

                “Hum.” He looked away.  “Where are your stuff?” he changed the subject.

                “In the trunk.”

                “Alright, let’s go get your stuff out, and get you settled, first,” he said, rising to his feet.

                I think that was just his way to escape the conversation. It wasn’t supposed to be awkward.

                This was supposed to have a happy outcome. We’d planned this day for some months now, but we both didn’t seem to be too happy, somehow. We were supposed to jump up in joy and rejoice. We were supposed to be happy because we’d be reunited, but I couldn’t help but to feel horrible about how I left my husband. He was a good man. And I’m sure that he did not see it coming—it was hurting me, terribly.

                “Are you really going to tell her, tonight?” I asked.

                “I am. I promise.”

                “Okay.”

When the night came, he went over to her apartment, and announced that he was leaving her. The poor girl almost lost it. She didn’t see it coming, either. I felt so bad, I wanted to cry when William explained me how it went.

                We then sat in silence, and reflected on what we’d just done.

                I had just thrown four years of marriage for William. Now I started questioning, “Was it worth it?”

                “We did the right thing,” he finally spoke up.

                “Yes, we did. It’s better this way, I think.”

                “You think?” he glanced at me.

                “I think.”

                He walked out of the bedroom, and went to the living room, leaving me behind.

                The rest of the evening was cold—the coldest evening of all.

Short & Sweet New Fiction.(Untitled)

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Some new stuff, I’m working on….ENJOY!

Now, she wasn’t too sure anymore. She thought she was, but the conflict had just gotten more complicated. Why would they think that she had such an interest in their lives? After all, it’s not like they were never on the same page. Thick and blood and all, and it came down to this? She wasn’t sure how to respond, what to say or how they’d take it. After all, she’d never been well at confrontation. But she couldn’t let this one go. She had to do something about it whether they liked it or not.

She got up, ready to approach them, but was afraid.

They were all hurled up into a group and she was alone. She had no one to have her back.

As she got nearer, they all noticed her and stopped talking.

Lisa cleared her throat. “Hum, look what we got here.”

“Well, it’s me. That’s what you got here,” she said boldly. Laura was surprised at how bold she was to have even opened her mouth to Lisa. Well, she was tired of it. She was tired of being the shabby sister, the shabby cousin, and the shabby Laura. That day, she wanted to get her point across. She felt like future Cinderella. Although, she was living a crappy life, she knew that one day, she’d be living the Cinderella story. See, she knew that she was on her way somewhere; they just didn’t know it yet.

“So…can we help you?” Lisa said, annoyed.

“Actually, yes. I have something to say to you and all of you, matter of fact. See, you may see me as trash now because you’re living this all-mighty lifestyle, but watch your back because I am on my way somewhere.”

They all laughed. They seemed entertained by what she’d just said.

“You’re on your way somewhere? To what exactly? To some silly acting class?”

“I see. I clearly see that my career is a joke to you. But you did not have to embarrass me in front of all the guests here tonight, you know? I will not take any more of this. I’m tired of you throwing your money in my face and thinking that it will make everything alright. I don’t care about your fancy cars or this fancy house. I don’t care about you, I never did. You are selfish.” Laura said.

A chuckle came out of Lisa’s mouth, “Your career? What career? Sweetie, a real career is having your business and managing a team of more than ten people. That is my career. I wake up every single day early, and go to work as I please. Sweetie, I make my own schedule. You see, I make my own money, as I please. I bring in more than eight-hundred thousand a year.  Now, that is a career.  I am an entrepreneur. And you see Michelle, she may not have her own business, but she has a well-dang career. She wakes up at 6:00am every single day and drives in traffic for forty-five long minutes. Then she gets to work and works her butt off until 5:00pm, sometimes even longer. And when she gets home, she spends long hours at home still working, editing those manuscripts. As the Editor-in-Chief, she almost never sleeps, and I respect her because she is a working woman.  Least, but not last, Sherrie, has a career. She wakes up early, arrives at the university and teaches her classes and sits in meetings all day as the Chair department.  Sherrie has a PhD, I have a MBA, Michelle has a MFA, now what do you have again? A Bachelor of Arts in Drama and you can’t even get a job at Wal-mart? You are the shame of this family. Child, please, I can embarrass you any day, anyhow. Get used to it. Now, please, step out of our circle, so we can get back to what we were doing before you came and wasted my breath. Hum. God wasted his time when he created you.” Lisa shook her head at Laura.

She hated her. She hated her own sister.

Lisa and Laura were like night and day. They never got along. Never. Now, Laura, did get along with her other sisters, Michelle and Sherrie, at one point in time, but Lisa made sure that their bond didn’t last.

Everyone stared at Laura and waited for a reaction. They waited for her to slap Lisa or do worst.

Laura didn’t. She turned around, and walked away quietly.

She was too scared to do anything. Lisa had all the power. She had the power to make her life miserable and to destroy it if she even thought about doing anything to harm her.

Lisa married a billionaire. Lisa had her own business. Lisa owned almost everything she had. Lisa was the glue of the family because of all the money she had. Her own parents depended on Lisa. Lisa was their god.

Out of nowhere, Laura snapped.

She became so angry. She refused to live that way any longer.

She turned back around toward Lisa and snatched her by the hair.

Everyone yelled, “Oh, my Laura, what in the world are you doing? Let her go!”

“Shut up! Everyone just shut up, please!” Laura yelled.

Their mother panicked, “Laura, please, sweetie, calm down.”

Lisa yelled, “Girl, get your hands off me.” She tried to fight back and to scratch Laura with her fake nails, but Laura tightened her grip on her hair, so Lisa stopped moving.

She continued to pull her hair and then dragged her.

Suddenly, Lisa’s husband and a couple of his friends came rushing out the house and all tackled Laura down.

She yelled, kicked, and wailed as they managed to free Lisa from her.

“See, I told y’all she was one psycho…… ! You crazy, amateur actress. Girl, you are never gonna be anything if you go out attacking everyone who speaks the truth. You’re just worthless.” Lisa stomped off inside the house.

Everyone else stared at Laura, some, actually mugging her. She pulled herself together, and walked slowly toward her car. She walked away from them. She walked away from that chapter of her life. She walked away from her family.

Family?

She had no family. Family was supposed to have your back. That is not what she called family.

As a result, that was the last time she saw her family.

TO BE CONTINUED…

OK FINE!!! I added more to the Untitled FICTION! lol

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Ok, so there has been some complaints!!!!! Lol! My dear readers and some of my subscribers are really unhappy with me :-( loool. Sorry, I love you all, but sometimes I have to leave you in suspense to see some REACTIONS and boy did I get some reactions!!! lol…as you requested, I added just a little bit more to the untitled new fiction I am working on…no title, no character names!!! Let’s play with this one, I want to have a lil’ fun with this story!!! suggestions anyone ????? Read on, scroll down to pick up where you left off and drop your thoughts! Love u all xoxo :-) and as I promised on FB, UNFAITHFUL part II will be done for you this Christmas break as your holiday gift!!!!!

I open the door.

He stares at me, waits for me to react, but I don’t. I just stare back. 

  This is the day that we both have been waiting for. Well, I have. For years. I re-played this moment in my mind for years. Rehearsing what I will say. How I will look. What I would do. If I would be angry or happy. But everything I rehearsed was a waste of my time. Because now that I am here, all I do is stare.
                “Are you okay,” he finally speaks and shakes up emotions inside of me. His voice is deep. Deeper than it was years ago. Deeper than I imagined. Deeper than what I remembered.
                I nod my head. “Yes, I just can’t believe it’s you.”
                He smiles.
                That smile sends chills down my bones. This is ridiculous. Why is it that after what happened, he is still capable of making me feel the way I do? Shouldn’t I hate him? Shouldn’t he hate me too? After what I did to him, I thought we were enemies.
                “Well, it’s me. I am the one who can’t believe it’s you,” he says.
                I smile, shyly.
                “I see you’re still shy around me huh?” he adds.
                “Well, some things just never change,” I mumble.
                “I did. I changed,” he announces out of nowhere.
                “Really?”
                “Yep. Not the same ole’ dude you once knew,” he states.
                “That’s good to know,” I say.
                Suddenly, he grabs me by the waist.
                I wrap my arms around him. He sobs. I cannot believe he is crying. Why? Is he sorry?
I am the one who should be sorry… I am lost, but I do not move.
                He needs me. And as much as I hate to say this, I need him too right now. We have unfinished business…and right now I just want to be here. In his arms.

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                After several minutes, he finally lets me go. I am unsure of what to say. I have never seen a man break down in front of me. I’m not sure how I am supposed to respond to his breakdown. I don’t even know why he’s shedding tears. It must be really serious.

                Is he sick?

                Did someone die?

                “Are you gonna be okay there? I am kind of worried about you,” I utter softly.

                “I’m sorry. I didn’t meant to, but I..I..I am so embarrassed. I can’t believe I just did that in front of you,” he says, looking away.

                “No. Don’t be. Who says men can’t cry? Things happen. I mean, you’re human. You have the right to cry.”

                “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

                “Well…did it work?” I ask.

                “A little,” he says, smiling lightly.

                “So… do you want to talk to me about it?” I ask, rubbing his back.

                “I didn’t want our first conversation to be about this, but I can’t keep it to myself anymore,” he says.  I nod my head to let him know that I am still with him. He continues, “You know a lot things have changed since we last seen each other, which was about what? Four years?”

                “Yes, about so.”

                “I found out some things.”

                “What did you find out? Come on, you can talk to me,” I assure him.

                He walks away from me, giving me his back.

                “I just found out that my parents are dead.”

I suddenly find it difficult to keep my balance. “Oh my…has it been that long? I was not aware that they passed away! When did this happen? I am so sorry, I feel so bad for not being there for you—”

                “Listen to me. I am not talking about the parents you are referring to. I’m talking about my other parents…my real parents.”

                “What do you mean your real parents? Mr. & Mrs. Cartier are not your biological parents?”

                “Just what you said. They are not my biological parents!”

                “No way, I don’t get it. You’ve been with them since child birth…haven’t you?”

                Tears fill up his eyes again. He starts crying again, hysterically. “I…I I don’t understand how they could keep something like this from me? For twenty-seven years!”

                “That is insane. Are you sure about this? How did you find out?”

                “Trust me; I know it’s true even though it hurts. There’s more to it though,” he says, looking down at his shoes as if they are who he is talking to.

                “No way. What! More?” I wail.

                “Yep,” he looks up and opens his mouth to say something else, but the words don’t seem to be flowing out. He shuts his mouth and paces around the room. After enough pacing, he finally decides to sit down. He takes a deep breath and makes eye contact with me. His eyes are red, crying out for help. I mean, I assume that he needs help if he flew all the way here out of nowhere, after not seeing each other for four years. Our eyes do not break away until he looks away. He leans against the door and crosses his arms across his chest.

 “I also just found out that my so-called parents actually killed my biological parents; who I never knew about.”

               

                TO BE CONTINUED…HAHHA

               

               

 

 

New Fiction I am working on!

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New romance fiction I am working on, idk where it will lead to yet. Just enjoy hihihi

I open the door.
He stares at me, waits for me to react.
But I don’t. I just stare back.
This is the day that we both have been waiting for. Well, I have.
For years.
I re-played this moment in my mind for years. Rehearsing what I will say. How I will look. What I would do.
If I would be angry or happy.
But everything I rehearsed was a waste of my time. Because now that I am here, all I do is stare.
“Are you okay,” he finally speaks and shakes up emotions inside of me. His voice is deep. Deeper than it was years ago. Deeper than I imagined. Deeper than what I remembered.
I nod my head. “Yes, I just can’t believe it’s you.”
He smiles.
That smile sends chills down my bones. This is ridiculous. Why is it that after what happened, he is still capable of making me feel the way I do? Shouldn’t I hate him? Shouldn’t he hate me too? After what I did to him, I thought we were enemies.
“Well, it’s me. I am the one who can’t believe it’s you,” he says.
I smile, shyly.
“I see you’re still shy around me huh?” he adds.
“Well, some things just never change,” I mumble.
“I did. I changed,” he announces out of nowhere.
“Really?”
“Yep. Not the same ole’ dude you once knew,” he states.
“That’s good to know,” I say.
Suddenly, he grabs me by the waist.
I wrap my arms around him. He sobs. I cannot believe he is crying. Why? Is he sorry?
I am the one who should be sorry… I am lost, but I do not move.
He needs me.
And as much as I hate to say this, I need him too right now.
We have unfinished business…and right now I just want to be here. In his arms.