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Unfolding The Unbearable Truth #MondayBlogs #amwriting #fiction


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Continued from Part 1 here. 

“You’re not going anywhere.” Kevin seethes tautly.

Tyra glared back with anger flickering in her deep eyes.

“Have you lost your ever-loving mind? Let go of me!” Tyra yells, snatching her pained arm away.

Kevin glared back before letting go of her arm. “Can you blame me?”

Tyra’s dark-brown eyes were downcast, yet she contemplated her plan of action just in case Kevin conjures up any brilliant ideas.

“Why would you lie to me? Do you not know how much I love you?” Kevin inquired, taking her by the hand.

Tyra sighs. What am I doing? I’m so stupid. Tyra gave a sidelong glance at the man she tried not to fall in love with. Who would ever think love can come in many ways?

“Kevin, I sincerely apologize. I didn’t mean to hurt you, but I have to go.” Tyra pleaded.

“Yeah, you said that but where to?” Kevin wondered. All of her plans were placed on hold until further notice; plans won’t resume unless he said they can.

“Well…I have to…to pick up my children from the babysitter,” Tyra stammers. Something wasn’t right; she can feel it deep inside.

“From Ms. Yates right?”

“Yes, her.”

Kevin thought for a moment, went over to his wallet and pulls out a photo. He ambles Tyra’s way and shows her the photo. “You mean this Ms. Yates?”

Tyra took a glance at the photo, took another glance and snatched it from his hands. She gasps.

“What the-?” Tyra stares and ponders. “Is this you- with Ms. Yates?” Kevin answered yes. “But that can’t-”

“Be? How can it not? That’s clearly me in the photo. Taken… let’s see… ten years ago,” Kevin answered. He watches the confused look Tyra kept making. She was in for a rude awakening.

“So, how did you two met? I clearly didn’t introduce you two,” Tyra replied, flipping the photo over in her hands.

Clearly you didn’t. The doctor introduced us when he placed me in her hands.”

“Your mother!” Tyra yells. She felt woozy. Here she was thinking she dropped a bomb on Kevin when it’s really on her.

“Yes, my mother. That day was a devastating day for her. I mean, what man can just leave his wife, a damn good woman I may add, for a younger woman. How?”

“I’m so sorry to hear that.” Tyra shook her head in bewilderment.

“You don’t sound sorry. And in fact, your husband isn’t getting out anytime soon-”

“Wait- how do you know that? I just told you that I am married. What makes you think he’s not?” Tyra was tired of talking about nonsense. She slapped a hand across her forehead, mentally tired. She just wants to collect her children and prepare for her husband’s arrival in a few days.

“I told you my father was on duty. He is alright, yet he won’t be coming out anytime soon. Charges after charges all because he couldn’t have stopped sleeping with that- that woman.

And had the nerve to leave my mother for her! No, he won’t be getting out,” Kevin rages; he was in a zone.

“Kevin! You’re talking in riddles! What the hell are you talking about?” Tyra shouted.

“What I’m talking about is that your husband, a Mr. Washington correct? is my father! He left my mother for you and for that he will NEVER get out of prison!”

“NO!!!” Tyra wails.

©2016 Pamela E. Hester


I apologize for taking so long to write Part 2. Stay tuned for Part 3 next week loves. ❤️

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Don’t Be Frighten, My Dear, It’s Only A Friendly Ghost #happyhalloween #amwriting #fiction


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Althea had awakened from her late afternoon nap to an ominous sound happening downstairs to her nemesis that she could care less about. The piercing, frightening screams vibrated off the cold, white walls and then sounds of the woman’s body movements echoing down the wooden stairs was heard as she crashed to the floor.

Althea sighs and turned over to gaze out through the bay window to the rose garden that was in serious need of watering. The annual women’s convention of sisterhood is going well, too well. 

She reflected back to when her nemesis, Veronica once played a mean trick on a fellow coworker, an innocent, quiet woman, and prank her using life-like toy snakes into scaring her. The woman was deathly afraid of snakes and Veronica knew that. The woman recovered, but today is personal. Althea got up to see about Veronica.

“Ayee! Someone helped me! I saw a-” Veronica screamed out. On the floor, sliding backward in her black floral lace jumpsuit, she sweated profusely and breathing laboriously. The evil demonic-looking apparition left her petrified as she tried to figure out the how, what, when, and why. Her day was going well until now.

The last thing she remembered was demanding the housekeeper to get her something for her room, then she turned around and seen the spirit. She forgot what it was she had wanted, but it didn’t matter now. She could barely breathe to give the answer to a friend of hers question.

Althea snickered as she watched Veronica and her friend scrambling for the door. That’ll teach her to screw over people, Althea thought. She really trying to use her powers for good, to be a virtuous witch, but there are people who will push you to the limit.

“Well, looks like our work here is done, hunny,” a raspy voice whispered in her ear.

“Tamara, I owe you big. Thanks for your help.” Althea squeezed her best friend hand and smiled warmly.

“You know I got you. You think John will leave her ass?” Tamara asked, referring to Althea’s ex-boyfriend.

“He can have that mean, basket case. He’ll soon find out the real her. Today only pushed her further into the deep end. She messed with the wrong damn witch. And, oh yeah, thank Ms. Waterford for me for giving that bitch Veronica a fright.”

Happy Halloween everyone!” She shouted to the remaining women, throwing her head back cackling.

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© Pamela Hester

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Love Doesn’t Live Here Anymore #MondayBlogs #fiction


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He turned to glare at her with the look of shock written across his face. Did she just say what I thought she said? He ponders the thought as carefully as he could. No way what she said could have been true. What the hell?!

“Um, what did you just said?” He asked calmly. The last thing he needed is to jump to any conclusions.

She sighs audibly. “I said we can’t do this anymore.” She spoke the words as if she’s talking about the weather.

“What? Why? Have I done anything-”

“No darling.” She interrupts to say, “Um…” She twiddled her thumbs, eyes downcast, avoiding looking at him now after what they just shared. The sheer nakedness he possessed was too much at the moment. She sighs inward.

“Tyra, look at me baby,” he waited until she did just that, and pleaded, “tell me what’s going on?  What are you talking about?” He searched her dark brown eyes for answers and found none.

“Kevin, I’m sorry, but I’m married.” She confessed with no remorse.

Kevin frowned slightly then laughs. “Yeah, good one Ty! Haha!” He tumbled over on the king-sized bed, his bed, into fits of laughter.

“No. Kevin, it’s true I am. I’ve been meaning to tell you this,” sympathy now shadows her eyes. Tyra couldn’t go on with him this way, her husband is getting out of prison early for good behavior after being in for five years.

Tyra watches as Kevin paced the room like a tiger ready to pounce on its prey. She didn’t want to break his heart, but her fun is over.

“You aren’t married. There’s no way.” He glanced over at his nightstand that held a box, a special black and gold box. “You’re just buying time, is all.” He shook his head bewildered by her.

“Kevin, can’t you see? I am. I’m very much married. I’m not that single mom with two kids you thought I was. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Tyra stammered, hastily throwing on her clothes.

“Seriously? It’s all about you, isn’t it? And what do you mean you didn’t mean to hurt me? Huh?” Kevin bellowed. It’s was no joke like he once thought. She’s telling the truth, but now? Why? He batted away the burning tears wanting to fall. He won’t give her the pleasure of seeing the fallen tears.

“You played me! You seduced me. Said that you love me and that we will be a family. You spoke those words! You! And now you telling me you’re f**king married!”

They stared. Angry hazel eyes glaring back at unbothered deep browns. Moments went by that Tyra snatched up her red pumps announcing she was leaving.

Tyra scurried to the door but not before her arm being snatched away from the doorknob.

“You’re not going anywhere.” Kevin seethes tautly.

©2016 Pamela E. Hester

Thank you for reading!

 

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Where Has Our Love Gone? #MondayBlogs #amwriting #fiction


Continued From- Baby, Your Love Kills Me.

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It has been about a week since Andrew and Jessica’s sexual encounter at a friend’s party, and Andrew had only heard from Jessica only once; which was very brief. He missed laying eyes on her and holding her dearly.

No sight no hear. He tried calling, yet received not a sound from her sing-song voice. What could it be? He kept asking himself, thinking back days ago of anything that could have gone wrong. Was it the negative vibes from a few women who sat gossiping about her? Jessica doesn’t give a damn about that. Or, was it the invasion of ants that messed up her so perfect hair after her afterglow? Andrew laughed at the hilarious memory. Nevertheless, they had fun, or so he thought.

Picking up the phone once again, he heard a loud knock at the door. He hurried over hoping it would be his Jessica. He jerked opened the door and found his best friend, Tamia with an upsetting look stretched across her face.

“Why haven’t you returned any of my calls?” She asked tautly, glancing about the place.

“I’ve been busy,” Andrew simply replied. He noted how distracted his friend was. Her large eyes glimpsed about as if to find a particular something or someone.

“Busy, huh? Oh, please don’t tell me, with Miss Prissy Jessica?”

“Yeah, busy,” Andrew avoided telling Tamia about his feelings towards Jessica’s absence. It would make her day worth living for just to know he’s having issues where Jessica is concerned.

Tamia studies him closer, not believing him for a second. Maybe “busy” worrying over that thot, Tamia thought, seething.

Andrew turned to ambles into the kitchen to fix a drink for them both. Disappointment washed over him that it wasn’t the one he was hoping for. He absentmindedly grabs the Tropicana and a glass. Anxiety began to tear him down. Not one time had he done something Jessica didn’t like. Andrew always went above and beyond for her.

“Earth to Andy!” Tamia yells, hitting her fist against the counter.

“Damn girl! Chill much? Here’s your orange juice,” Andrew shook his head, his nerves fired up. Call me Jessica, now!

Look, you been tripping over something since I walked in here. This is me. Tell me what’s bothering you, or I’m out.” Tamia fussed. She let her fingers drummed against the granite counter.

Sighing audibly, Andrew spilled out his feelings about Jessica and her absence anyway. They always had a bump in the road, yet they managed to work through it. They survived.

“…I know Jessica loves me, but she just have a funny way of showing it,” Andrew was saying.

“A funny way? Jessica don’t care about anyone but herself. She’s a leech, a freaking narcissistic. You have been damn near broke since she entered your life. You are always back and forth with her. Andrew, she’s no good for you.” Tamia prays that what she said resonate with her good friend.

Andrew is a great catch; she can see that. She can see herself with him as well. However, guys like Andrew seemed to fall for the bad girls’ type that broadcast their sexuality on Instagram and Snapchat like it was no problem. Jessica is a woman who wants a man for what he can give her, and once she gets what she wants, she moves on to the next; that is if she hasn’t lost interest.

Yeah, Tamia was sick to her core of those types of women who take the good guys and make a mess of them.

“You are wrong for this, Tamia. You are better than that.” Andrew glance up at the ceiling, hoping that by the time he counts to three, this nightmare with his childhood friend will cease to exist.

“No, you are better than being with a bitch like Jessica-”

“Don’t call her that!” Andrew interrupted furiously.

“How about this changing your mind,” Tamia digs into her Coach bag and threw numerous pictures at him.

“What is all this?” Andrew got his answer as his eyes scanned his scantily-clad woman in the arms of another man. Multiple pictures of the one whom he loves and thought love him, seducing and being seduced by a guy, who wasn’t him.

“I warned you about her. You see, she-”

“You have no right bringing this-” Andrew heard the sound of his doorbell ringing.

He hastily went to the door, still arguing with Tamia. Flinging the door open without asking who it was stood Jessica with a weird look plastered on her beautiful face.

If you haven’t already, read the beginning of their sweet misery of love. 💋