Here is an excerpt from my 1st novel.

The Chance She Took-

CHAPTER 21
It was Friday night around eight o’clock, I had just woke up and was still trying to pull myself together. Iesha was throwing a party with some niggas from the Lakers, a couple of rookies with way too much money to burn. I was super groggy from all the pills I had taken early that morning to get to sleep. So, I stumbled over to the dresser ‘cuz needed a baggy of dope to get me started. My hands were shaking outta’ control, I needed a hit so bad. “If I could just keep my hands steady enough to line it up on the damn mirror!” I thought to myself as the doorbell rung and I about jumped outta’ my goddamn skin, I was so jittery that I must have jerked and knocked the mirror on the floor with my coke on it. All the shit fell into the shag carpet, “aww, shit!” I shouted. As my stomach started to cramp. I went into an immediate panic, ‘cuz that was the last bag and Iesha said she wouldn’t be able to get any more until tomorrow, but I had to get through tonight. So I got down on my knees and drug my nose back and forth against the nap of the rug, trying to snort up what I could, when Letah frantically busted in the door, screaming like a maniac! “Bitch, what the fuck are you doin’? Get up off the floor! Chance is here, he is down stairs, right now! You better get yo’ shit together and get it together quick! ‘cuz he’s …” she shouted quietly before coming to a complete and awkward pause as she looked back, stunned, with her jaw dropped wide opened. Chance had been standing behind us in the doorway the whole time. I guess he was so excited to see me that he didn’t wanna wait, so he decided to follow Letah up the stairs. She must have been so shaken up that she didn’t even notice Chance following right behind her.
Chance was completely silent, as he looked at me. I was still bent over on my knees, my face close to the carpet with coke dust and dirt from floor stuck to my nose and upper lip. I was stunned like a deer caught in the headlights, and the look on my baby’s face expressed the true nature of his confusion.
“Rayqelle, What’s goin’ on? What are you doin’ on the floor?” Chance said as he stood perfectly still, trying to make sense of everything. I scrambled to my feet “Hey baby, why didn’t you call and let me know you were comin’? Gimme a hug.” I put my arms around him and held him tightly, but he just stood there. Then, he pulled away slightly, almost in horror. Chance stepped back and went into his jacket pocket, pulling out a napkin, reaching toward my face as I was started to bleed from one nostril. I snatched the napkin and turned away quickly to dab the blood from my nose. My hands were trembling and I was getting sick to stomach. I was standing in front of the man that I loved, the man I hadn’t seen or really even talked to in weeks. And the only thing I could think about was the dope I had spilled in the carpet. My skin was starting to crawl, I needed a hit, bad! I was a broken mess! Letah politely excused herself and ran back down the stairs to check on Linn, she didn’t wanna be any where insight when my shit hit the fan! Chance sat down in the chair by the cedar chest. “Why haven’t you been returning my calls? What’s goin’ on with you?” he asked.
“I’ve just been goin’ through alot since my stepfather died, just so many things goin’ on inside my head. But I’m o.k. I’ll be fine.” I said, still agonizing over the last bag of coke I had so clumsily spilled a few minutes before. I was trippin’! I wanted to get back down on my knees and lick that spot on the rug that held the last bit of dust.
“Why are you sweatin’ like that? Are you sick? And what were you doin’ on the floor like that? And why does your nose keep bleeding?” Chance asked as he reached for me again, I snatched away. I didn’t want him too close to me, I felt dirty and ashamed. I felt like he could see right through me.
“Sit down and talk to me, I have not seen you in over a month! Why do you keep squirmin’ and dancin’ around? Seriously, are you alright?” he asked again, getting more impatient.
“I’m fine!” I snapped. “ I ... I … I just need some water! Will you go downstairs and get me some? And get it from the faucet, and let it run for a few minutes, so it gets nice and cold.” I said, trying to think of anything to get him out of the room for a minute.
“The faucet?” he asked. “You don’t even drink faucet water.” He added, looking even more confused.
“Please! Chance, just go … and get… the water!” I said, almost begging. Chance looked at me with greater confusion, turning slowly and walking out of the door. I shut it behind him and quickly dashed over to the phone by the bed to call Iesha, she had to know somebody who could get their hands on some more coke. I dialed her number and the phone rang.
“Whaz-up, girl? You ready for this party? She asked. “Better brace yo’ self, I hear he’s got a dick the size of a California cucumber.” She added.
“Iesha, listen, I’m gon’ need some more coke, I spilled the last baggie on the floor, when Chance rang the doorbell, and…” I tried to explain as she cut me off.
“Chance, what the fuck is he doin’ here? You better tell that nigga, you got plans tonight!” Iesha said.
“Plans? I can’t just tell him that I have plans, he came all the way from Chicago and he’s my fiancé.” I said as my stomach churned and my body ached!
“Not for long, not if you fuck this up! These niggas are paying me good money for that ass! Chance can have what’s left of it after they get finished!” Iesha barked into the phone like the bitch she was.
“What about the coke, I need some bad! Right now. Please I’m gettin’ sick!” I begged Iesha.
“Bitch, coke? What coke? You mean that white powdered courage you been snortin’ up like you was crazy? You stupid ho, that was china white, not coke! That was heroin!” Iesha said as she laughed uncontrollably.
“Heroin? Why the fuck would you gimme some shit like that? You scandalous bitch! You got me hooked on heroin? You said that was cocaine! You said it was just coke!” I screamed into the phone in pure terror!
“No, bitch! You said it was coke! You got yo’ self hooked, not me. You are one that was suckin’ up that shit like vacuum cleaner! I even told yo’ ass to slow down. But I know one thing, you had better be ready by eleven o’clock or I’m gon’ fuck you up, fa’real and after I get finished, I’m gon’ sit yo’ rich nigga down and tell him a little story. All about yo’ nasty ass. So get it together! Brent Williams is gonna be waitin’!” Iesha shouted into the phone. “That’s why I don’t fuck wit’ dope fiends!” Iesha said to someone in the back ground as slammed the phone in my ear.
I started to cry. The shakes were getting worse, much worse! I was sweatin’ like a run away slave and my stomach was crampin’ like a mutha’fucka’. I was so sick that I never even realized that Chance had come back up the stairs and was standing in the doorway behind me with tears in his eyes. I stood up slowly and walked toward him. He stood motionless but he exuded more emotion than I was able to stand. He had heard the entire conversation, so there was really no need to try and make up anymore lies. It had been a crazy ass six weeks, and what was really crazy is that I did all this shit to hold on to the one thing that had come to mean the world to me, only to still end up about to lose it anyway. My world was crumbling right before very eyes!
“Who was that on the phone?” he asked.
“It was Iesha, she was …” I tried to answer.
“She was what? Stuffin’ yo’ nose wit’ dope? What the fuck is wrong with you? You look terrible! And Iesha did this to you? Why? Just tell me why. Wasn’t she supposed to be yo’ girl?” He asked, as he stared at me with a sobering mix of utter confusion and complete disappointment, struggling to understand.
“So is this what you been doin’ wit’cho’ self the last six weeks, hangin’ out wit’cho’ yo girl gettin’ high? Is this why you can never take my calls, why you been avoiding me like the plague? I had started to think you met somebody new, but I guess it wasn’t a somebody, just something.” His strong voice shuttered with intense hurt, and the sad part is that he didn’t even know the half of it. Not only was I now a junky, I was also a liar and whore, he just didn’t know it yet. If he thought he felt like crying now, wait until he had heard it all! ‘Cuz in about two hours I was gonna have to leave here, that’s when really it’s gon’ go down. But before I could deal with anything, I was gonna have to get a fix and quickly! Apparently I was goin’ through some sort of withdrawal from some shit I didn’t even know I was using. Since I had never used cocaine or heroin before, I had no idea what either one of them was supposed to feel like, all I knew was that it felt good and made the shit Iesha had me doing go down a whole lot easier. Tonight was the first time I had to be without it since I started using and I was not doing well at all.
Chance sat down on the bed and shook his head in disbelief, covering his face with both hands. He laid his head back on the oversized pillows. Devastated by what he had just learned and exhausted from jet lag, Chance closed his eyes, took a deep breath as he relaxed his head on the pillow. I watched him breathe as he laid perfectly still, , his strong chest rose and fell as he began to drift off to sleep. And before I know it he was snoring. I sat on the floor next the bed, wanting to touch him, but I knew that this my chance to slip out and do what I had to do. So I made sure not to wake him, then I grabbed my purse and some clothes. I knew that if I timed this right I could be out and back before Chance even realized that I was gone. I quietly crawled out of the door, gently closing it behind me. Then I carefully tip-toed down the stairs and ran over to wake Letah. Who was sleeping on the couch. I touched her softly on the shoulder so as not to startle her. I quickly explained to her that Iesha had been giving me heroin instead of cocaine and that was why I was getting sick and had to go find some more right away or I was gonna die, at least that’s what it felt like anyway. Letah beg to go with me, but I told her that I needed her to stay here in case Chance woke up before I could get back, if he got up and found me gone, I needed Letah to be here to try and keep him calm, as much as she was able. Fortunately Chance was a hard sleeper, and when he was out, he was usually out for the count! So Letah agreed to stay behind, but I told her to call me right away if Chance woke up. And if she had to tell him anything, just to tell him that I just went for a drive and that I would be right back.
So I jumped in the car and put it in neutral, letting it roll out of the driveway slowly, down to the end of the street, I didn’t want to draw any more attention to the fact that I was leaving. I started the engine as soon as got the second corner and quickly sped away. Linn lived in the Kensington District of San Diego, one of the nicer areas of the city, so I knew there was no place around there to buy any dope. I mean it wasn’t like the hood, where there was a friendly neighborhood street pharmacist standing on every corner ready to serve. I had to get to City Heights, one of the roughest ghettos in southern California and it was no place to take lightly, especially at night! I did sixty the whole way there. I mean, I made it all the way from Kensington, to 43rd and Fairmont in twelve minutes, with out getting pulled over by the cops, that had to be one for the Guiness Book of world records. When I pulled up, there were three Latin Gangstas posted up against the side of a run down building. One of them saw that I was sitting there at the stop sign trying to get there attention, they figured that I either had to be a cop, or some boozhee bitch from El Cerrito or somewhere, trying to score some dope. Then, one of them said something to the other two in Spanish and they all laughed.
“Whaz-up ma? What ‘chu need baby?” The little dark haired thug said as he walked over and leaned into the driver’s side window of the car, looking around and then into the back seat to make sure I wasn’t five-0.
“I need some china white!” I said nervously. I couldn’t believe what I was doing!
“China White? Goddamn ma! You fuckin’ wit dat real shit! You gotta be outta yo…!” He said as I abruptly cut him off.
“Mutha’fucka, do you got it or not?” I shouted at the dark haired gangsta! By then I was really starting to feel the effects of the withdrawals and my patience was running short, but for a minute I musta’ forgot what type of person I was dealing with, because before I could finish my sentence the latin gangsta had pulled a gun from up under his white-T and wedge it in between my chin and neck. I was already sweating like I had just run the miracle mile, but now my sweat ran cold as I watched my life flash before me.
“Better pump yo’ brakes bitch! I should rob yo’ pretty ass, but know what I’m gon’ do instead? I’m gon’ hook you up wit’ this real shit! Yeah, cuz once you get a hit a’ this, you gon’ be in love, everytime you get a dollar you gon’ be runnin’ back to El Cajun to holla’ at me. So, see bitch, I ain’t even gotta’ rob you, ‘cuz I’m already in yo’ pockets and soon as yo’ money run out, I’m gon’ be up in that lil’ tight pussy a’ yours.” He said, grinning and looking back at his homeboys.
So, I made the buy and sped the fuck outta’ El Cajun. I was aching all over, my nose was running and I had the worst case of chills. I could barely see straight enough to drive. I only made it as far as 47th and Meade before I had to pull over and stop to take my medicine. I looked around, making sure nobody was walking by and that no cops were rolling through. Once I made sure the coast was clear I took the key out of the ignition and stuck it down into the plastic. I scooped out some powder, and put it upto my nose and snorted, once, then twice, and then again. I felt the dust hit my sinus and start to tingle, I sneezed, and then… almost immediately I felt the calm, the rush, as the aches started to subside, my pain got further and further away. I leaned forward in the seat, focusing on the Acura symbol in the center of the steering wheel. I started to nod, I could feel it all over, I was free!
Then my cell phone rang, almost scaring me to death! One ring, two rings, three rings, I heard it clearly, but I couldn’t move. I was fucked up! The phone rang again, one ring, two rings, then another, then I shook myself and grabbed for the phone that was laying in the passengers seat.
“H.. he.. hell…Hello.” I struggled to speak.
“Bitch, where you at?” It was Iesha.
“I … I ... had to go get some ..” I was too fucked up for words, I just wanted to enjoy my high while it lasted.
“Bitch, I told you, I had something for you to do tonight! It’s eleven-thirty, do you want me to fuck you up? ‘Cuz I will. Look, these niggas are waitin’ on you, get ‘cho ass downtown, now! You got thirty minutes!” Iesha hung up the phone. By then she had blew my high wit’ all that yellin’ and shit. But at least I was starting to feel well again. So I decided to go ahead to the hotel, I figured I would run in, smile, walk around and look pretty and give one or two mutha’fuckas some head, maybe fuck ‘em real quick, if I just had to and then be on my way. I could be back to the house with Chance before he even missed me.




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CHAPTER 22

When I got to the hotel, I made my way up to the penthouse and rang the bell. The door opened and there stood Iesha, wearing a short pink nighty and matching high heels. There were three other girls in sexy lingerie, sandwiched between three tall, fine ass, muscle bound niggas (all rookie NBA players) sitting on an oversized white sofa in the living room. Each guy had his own bottle of Crystal in his hand, waving it around as they argued and debated back and forth, screaming over music that was too loud, about who had gotten the biggest signing bonus and trying to out floss each other in front of their paid companions. I went on in to the back and undressed, quickly getting in the shower to wash the funk from my body where I had sweated in agony, crying out for the bitter china white. The hot water beat down on my neck and back, almost soothing the soreness of my soul.
I got out and got dressed, slipping into a little sexy number that I had bought along time ago for Chance but never got to wear. I stopped and looked in to the full length mirror that was very carefully placed to capture a view of the king sized bed, checking my hair and make up, adjusting my cleavage before making my entrance. Then Iesha stormed in! Click here to order your copy

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The Risk of Chance

CHAPTER 10

The more time I spent with Chance the more I started to really care for him. He started to become apart of my thoughts. I was even starting to find my self fantasizing about him and imaging his touch.

I was having thoughts of him that had never even allowed me to have about Vartan and he was my fiancé. I was way out of order, and I knew it.

One night after school, I had stayed late to grade some papers. Chance was cleaning up after his latch key kids, the last of which had just gone home. He was at the sink in the back of the room washing out some paint brushes. I had come from my classroom and walked into the hall and stood outside his open door.

The evening breeze made its way in through an open window and carried the scent of his cologne over to where I stood. He wore Kenneth Cole cologne. It drove me crazy.

Chance stopped instantly and turned around smiling sensing someone watching him from outside the open door of his classroom, he knew it was me. I was startled and completely embarrassed. I wanted to run away but my legs wouldn’t move at all.

He walked over to me, wiping his hands with a paper towel. He stopped & stood in front of me and smiled with the most gorgeous white teeth.

“You scared me”, he said, still smiling and penetrating me with his dark brown eyes as I stood paralyzed, knowing that he feared nothing. Fear was not even in his character.

I was speechless, and he knew it.

“Never mind! Lemme walk you to your car”, he said as he locked up the room and turned out the lights.

“I didn’t drive today, I got dropped off. My sister Pleasure is on her way to pick me up” I said as we walked down the semi-lit hallway, and out to the front of the school.

“Where’s your boyfriend tonight?” Chance asked sarcastically.

“You know exactly where he is. He’s in Cincinnati, he had a game against the Bengal’s.” I responded to Chance, placing my hand around his strong muscular arm.

“Well, I’m not much of a football fan!” he said as he laughed lightly.

“Hey. Aren’t you from Cincinnati?” I asked.

“Yeah“, Chance answered solemnly, as his mind seemed to go to another place in time. Chance was always kind of guarded about his past for some reason. Anytime the subject came up, he would become very quiet and distant, so I never really pressed the issue.

“So anyway, when is the wedding?” Chance said as a light smirk came across his face. “I don’t even wanna think about that right now. It’s actually the last thing on my mind if you really must know. I mean my mother is dying and all this nigga can do is…” I caught myself as I began to go into a full tirade.

“I’m sorry!” I said as I quickly got a hold of myself.

“No, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just...” Chance attempted to say as he was cut off by the sound of Pleasure’s horn blowing from her new Mercedes Benz SLK. Her stereo was bumpin’ the new Keyshia Cole CD.

“Well, I gotta go. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, drive safe. It looks like a storm might be moving this way.” I said before pausing and looking away to the other side of the street at someone that appeared to be staring at us but I couldn’t see their face because they were wearing a hooded sweat shirt.

“You okay?” Chance asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I responded as I looked back across the street but the person was gone.

“Yeah, okay then. Y’all be safe.” Chance said as I got in the car and shut the door. I turned down the deafening music. I love me some Keyshia Cole too, but I wasn’t about to let her bust my eardrums.

“Oou wee, girl! Was that Chance? Or do I even need to ask? That has got to be him!” Pleasure said as she sat there for a moment in neutral staring at Chance, almost foaming at the mouth.

“Yeah. That’s Chance.” I responded, looking back at Chance, almost foaming at the mouth myself. As Chance started to walk away as Pleasure punched the clutch and burned rubber speeding down NW 71^st; sometimes she could be so hood!

Chance turned around and watched us as we headed toward I-95.

“Oh! Sweet Jesus! That boy is fine! No wonder!” Pleasure shouted as if she had been touched by the Holy Ghost, but there was nothing holy about what she was thinking.

“No wonder, what?” I responded quickly.

“No wonder you talk about him all the time. He is too cute!” she commented.

“I do not talk about Chance all the time! He is just someone I work with, end of story! Now, how is momma?” I asked after immediately putting Pleasure in her place about Chance.

“She’s fine. She’s there with the nurse, and Sister Walls is there too. Look, I was thinking, why don’t we take the night off and go have ourselves a nice dinner on South Beach. We can have a couple of drinks and chill out. Let's try and get our minds off things for a while. You could use a break!” Pleasure said as she headed in the direction of South Beach.

“I don’t know! I don’t wanna leave momma alone like that!” I responded.

“She’ll be fine and it’ll just be for a couple of hours. Come on! It’ll do us both some good to get out.” Pleasure responded.

“And we’ll check on her every thirty minutes!” she added.

“Okay. But only for a couple of hours!” I said hesitantly, as we approached our favorite restaurant, Joe Stories on the beach.

While we waited to be seated I called home to check on things at the house. Sister walls answered the phone and said that my mother was resting comfortably and had just had her bath and been put to bed. She told me that my father had just gotten home from church and was sitting with my mother in her room, which made me feel a little better.

Sister Walls said that she had been there all day and was about to go home and get some rest herself. But my mother was in good hands with my father and the nurse.

So, I decide to try to take Pleasure’s advice and try to relax a little and have a nice dinner. Pleasure was having no problem at all relaxing. She was already at the bar; having a drink and getting her serious flirt on with the sexy Cuban bartender as he mixed her drink.

I was just about to walk over to the bar with Pleasure when I looked out of the side window. There was that same guy I saw earlier across the street from the school. I recognized him because he was wearing the same grey hoodie. I tried, but still couldn’t see his face. Then I heard Pleasure call my name from at the bar, I quickly looked over at her and when I turned back around, just like that, the guy in the hoodie was gone.

I walked over and sat down on the bar stool next to Pleasure and forgot all about the stranger once we began talking.

“I just called to check on Mama. The nurse said she was resting and my father was there too”, I said as I stared at Pleasure sideways.

“Good! See, I told you everything was fine when I left. Stop worrying! Let’s just chill and have a little fun. Girl, do you see this bartender? He is as fine as he wanna be! I’m gettin’ my holla on tonight! I’m through wit’ Boom” Pleasure said as she stuck her finger into the glass of Hennessey she had ordered. She pulled her finger out, and licked it, in full sight of the bartender.

“Yeah right! Where have I heard that before? And why are you actin up? When did you start drinking?” I asked as she teased the bartender with her eyes.

“Girl calm down! It’s just Hennessey! You act like I’m in here smoking crack or something! Relax! Oh! Look there’s yo’ husband on T.V. Opps! He dropped the ball again! What else is new? Let’s hope he’s better in bed than he is on the football field or you are gonna be one sexually frustrated housewife. But I guess that doesn’t matter too much, since sex doesn’t really interest you anyway“ Pleasure smirked and pointing to the television set that was positioned above the bar, set on ESPN. They were showing the game between the Miami Maxx and the Cincinnati Bengals. As the camera panned across the field and onto the sideline I just about choked on the glass of water I was sipping. There was Dilonda Lovetts, from Liberty City. “But it couldn’t be” I thought to myself, trying not let Pleasure see my expression. She hated that girl because she swore up and down that Dilonda was after Vartan. But had already told that she was messin'’ around with one of the other players from the team. I just didn’t feel like hearing Pleasure’s mouth. So I decided to distract her with a little friendly argument.

“Well, at least I’m not messin'’ wit some thugged out street hustla from Overtown! And still getting’ up in front of the whole church on Sunday mornings fake, praisin’ the Lord!” I fired back rapidly. Most people still had no idea that Pleasure and Boom-Boom were involved, nobody but me. And I never told anybody, not even my mother.

“I’m sorry, Girl! I didn’t mean any harm. I was just givin’ you a hard time, that’s all” Pleasure said as she grabbed my hand, knowing she had really struck a nerve. But I knew how to strike right back.

“It’s cool. Hey! Our table is ready. Let’s eat! I’m starving!” I said as the waiter motioned for us to followed him over to the table to be seated.

I ordered the Seafood Deluxe. Pleasure had the grilled salmon Florentine. We both had the Baked Alaska for dessert.

Dinner was fabulous and it really did feel good to get out of the house, and get things off my mind. I was able to push everything out, except for the thought of Chance. For some reason, I just could not get him out of my head.

Pleasure talked all-night about her new album. She said that Big-Mann was pressuring her to get back into the studio. But she told him that she needed more time, because of my mother.

He told her that he didn’t care about that. He said that her mother was dead, and that there was nothing that she could do for mine. So he wanted her back in the studio in two weeks, period. He said that she had a music career to think about, and that she was affecting his money. And in the end that’s all he ever really cared about was his money. I never like that fat bastard anyway!

So, after dinner we paid the bill, which came to $190. And we didn’t even have enough left for a to go box. But Pleasure paid for it, so I guess it was okay. I didn’t throw money around like that, because technically I was sill poor.

I mean, true enough, we lived in a nice home in Miramar and my father now had a brand new Caddy, and Pleasure was rolling around in a new Mercedes Benz s500, but I was still a school teacher, making 45,000 a year, so I drove a car that I could afford and only spent according to my budget.

Vartan tried to buy me a luxury car as an engagement gift. He said that no fiancé of his ought to be ridin’ around in Honda accord, because he had a reputation to up hold and that I was cramping his style. But I explained to him that things expensive didn’t impress me. I didn’t need a $100,000 car to make me feel special, because I knew that I already was special. I still don’t think that he ever really understood.

That night, it was starting to get pretty late, so we headed home. On the way, I decided to call and check on my mother once more and let my father know where we were. But there was no answer, which was kind of strange.

“It is after eleven-thirty! Everybody is probably asleep. At least they were, until yo’ happy ass decided to ring every phone in the house. You need to relax, before you bust an artery or somethin”, Pleasure said as she turned up the stereo again, about to let Keyshia Cole destroy what was left of my hearing.

The next fifteen minutes were torture on my eardrums. I praised the lord as we approached our sub-division and Pleasure had to cut the stereo down. They didn’t play that ghetto stuff around there like they did in Liberty City, it was a $1000 fine for breaking the noise ordinance, and Pleasure had already been cited twice by the police.

As we got to the house everything was calm. All the lights were out. Everybody seemed to be asleep. We both eased in the front door. Pleasure went into the kitchen for a glass of water and I went in to check on my mother.

Quietly, I walked down the hall, stopped at my mother’s room, gently turned the knob, and opened the door.

Immediately my blood ran cold. My mother’s heart monitor was beeping like crazy. I quickly turned on the lights and ran over to her bed. She wasn’t breathing and she had no pulse.

I screamed at the top of my lungs and ran out into the hallway. Pleasure hurried from the kitchen. I told Pleasure to call 911 and go back in the room with my mother. I ran down the hallway in terror looking for my father, knowing that he must have fallen asleep and not heard my mother’s heart monitor going off.

I ran up to his door without knocking and turned the knob.

“Daddy, Daddy!” I yelled as I opened the door to find my father on the couch, buttnekket, in between the legs of my mother’s nurse. They were going at it like two rabbits.

I was sick. I couldn’t speak or catch my breath. I threw up all over the floor.

My father and the nurse scrambled for their clothes. The nurse tried to run out of the room pass me but she slipped and fell in my vomit. I quickly reached out and grabbed her by her hair and slammed her face against the hard marble that was all covered in puke. My father jumped in between us and tried to break it up, so I punched him too. Just then, the paramedics were beating at the front door. Pleasure ran and let them in.

My father started yelling, “What’s wrong, Bean Pole? What’s wrong? Why are paramedics here?”

Apparently neither my father nor that nasty bitch nurse had any idea what was going on. I guess they were both too horny to hear my mother gagging for her last breath. The nurse was so embarrassed that she ran out of the house and left.

The paramedics rushed my mother to the ambulance, and then off to the hospital, I road with them. Pleasure jumped in her Mercedes and sped the whole way. She even beat us there.

CHAPTER 11

The Paramedics worked on my mother the whole way, but there was nothing they could do. It was too late. They said that she had lost too much oxygen. So, the doctors pronounced her dead at 12:16am that morning.

I sat in the emergency room in shock. Finally, Pleasure and my father arrived. They knew my mother was gone. They could tell by the look on my face that she had passed away.

My father began to cry. I walked right up to him and tried to slap the damn taste out of his mouth, Then, I just walked out of the hospital.

Pleasure was completely stunned by my actions, because she didn’t get the joy of walking in and seeing him with his dick inside the nurse. So she had no clue. But she ran out side to catch me and I told her what had happened. She broke down all over again.

That night, not only did I lose my mother, but I also lost my father.

I was so confused and had no idea about what to do next. But I knew one thing. I knew that I could not go back home. And I didn’t want to be alone so I called Chance.

By then, it was almost three o’clock in the morning. But I didn’t know who else to call. I didn’t even think to call Vartan. He was actually the last person on my mind.

So, I asked Chance to come and pick me up from the hospital. He was there in twenty minutes; he pulled up in a wet, candy colored BMW745. I had never seen his car, so I had no idea that he was rollin’ like that!

I hugged Pleasure and told her that I needed some time to think and I’d call her in a day or so. Then I jumped in to the car with Chance and we pulled away.

“I’m sorry, Angell” Chance said as we rolled down Biscayne.

“Yeah me too” I said leaning back in the soft heated leather seat as we sat at the red light near the end of Biscayne.

Just then out of nowhere three thugs wearing ski masks surrounded the car. They were each armed with semi-automatic glocks.

“Get the fuck out the car! Get the fuck out now, nigga! And hurry up!” The second thug shouted as he stood beside the driver’s side door and pressed his pistol against Chance’s forehead. Click here to order this novel

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Drama & Chance
CHAPTER 1

I ran from the front door in total terror as he forced his way inside. Not even the heavy solid oak proved to be a match for his rage. I screamed as I heard the wood frame crack finally giving way to his brute strength. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and turned to face him momentarily as cold fear raced through me. I had never been so afraid of anything before in my life.

He roared as the door flew open almost tearing itself from the hinges. The look in his eye was unmistakable. There was no doubt in my mind that if I didn’t find a way to escape, tonight, he was going to kill me.

He rushed through the entrance like he was Jason from Friday the 13th, and I was about to be his next bloody victim. I screamed again as I ran up the stairs thinking, “Stupid! Why am I running up the damn stairs? Now, he has me cornered!”

Struggling over each step, all I could do is pray to GOD that somebody heard what was happening. I made it upstairs and threw myself toward the open bedroom door, dashing inside head first like a baseball player diving for home plate, but there was no umpire and I was far from safe.

I continued screaming as I crawled across the doorway scraping my knees against the nappy fibers of the carpet. I panted for air like a dog, struggling to breathe as fright kept it’s grip. I was so light headed that I almost fainted, but I dared not because of the monster behind me.

Taking hold of the door, I violently slammed myself against it until the lock clicked. “Stay away from me!” I shrieked as and snatched the phone off the nightstand as I dialed the police, but there was no answer. The line was dead, I had forgotten to plug the charger back in after tripping over it early in the day.

My mouth was dry as cotton as silence took complete claim of the house. I listened to my heartbeat out of control as I struggled to hear what was going on outside the door, but I heard nothing. “Maybe he got scared and left when I told him that the police were on their way” I thought again as I sat motionless, still trying to listen to what he might be doing out in the hallway.

“The cops will be here in a minute. So, you better get out of here, now!” I bluffed aloud, hoping to scare him into leaving. I figured that if I gave a convincing enough performance then maybe he would just go and I could really phone for help.

About thirty seconds or so went by and I still couldn’t tell if he remained outside the door or if he had left. So, I eased quietly back over next to the door to try and get a better listen, but still there was still nothing but silence on the other side. I pressed my head down toward the floor in an effort to look through the crack underneath the door.

And then… I heard a loud BOOM. The door quickly came bursting open at me in the dark, hitting me square in the face. I was instantly blinded and dazed, falling backward as blood began gushing from my nose into my eyes. “Bitch, you played me!” he shouted as he stood over me in the dark, boiling with anger.

I attempted to let out another scream but before I could get out so much as even a whisper, he snatched me up by my hair and began to knock me all around the room. I choked and gasped for air as I felt a swift kick to my chest. It was almost pitch black in the room, so I couldn’t see him, but I could feel his angry presence with every sharp blow. I felt him as I had never felt him before.

Oddly enough, this was the very room where he had gotten down on his knees before me so many times, looked into my eyes, and professed his undying love. Now I was on my knees before him, screaming & begging for my life.

My ears began to ring as I was starting to black out, and then… I thought I must have been imaging things as I heard what sounded like someone else running up the stairs. Then, another deep male voice shouted something as he rushed into the room but I was too delirious to make out who it was or what they were saying.

He released his hold, dropping me to the floor like a rag-doll. Quickly he turned around, leaping to his feet. Then, they both began yelling at each other as a struggle ensued. In the still of the night the two angry men engaged in mortal combat, all I could see was the darkness of their silhouettes as they scuffled and fought all over the room and out into the hallway. They punched and kicked, and clung and grappled as they both went tumbling down the stairs in the dark. Then, there was silence.

Then, I heard… POP POP POP. Three loud shots rang out and echoed through the house, almost busting my eardrums as three accompanying flashes quickly lit the downstairs. Then… a heavy thud shook the floor as a body collapsed, and laid lifeless in a tepid pool of his own blood. >>>>>>> .copyright2009.

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