Monday, May 24, 2010

Saints & Sinners pt 5: The End

I know this is a short and lame ending...but I'll make it up to you with the next story, I PROMISE!

It was 3pm when Sherita Johnson received the phone call that would change her life. She was still dealing with the fact that she was pregnant with another mans child, and she couldn’t take anymore stress or bad news in her life right now. To make matters worse, she hadn’t heard from her husband all week, she missed her son, and her daughter was acting strange. Her life was beginning to fall apart, and she didn’t believe that she could put the pieces back together. She was trapped in a world filled with lies, deceit, and secrets and she didn’t know how much more she could take. The sound of the house phone disturbed her thoughts. She checked the caller ID and noticed a number that she didn’t recognize.
“Hello?” she answered
“No...that’s impossible! You have the wrong!!!”
She screamed in horror as the threw the phone against the wall, breaking it into pieces. There had  to be a mistake, she thought as she grabbed her purse and her keys. She picked up her cell phone and called her son as she got in her car and began the drive to Atlanta to identify her husbands dead body.
It was normally a 3 hour drive, but she made it to Grady Memorial Hospital in an hour and a half. She began crying when she saw her husbands lifeless body in front of her. There was a doctor and a police officer standing next to him.
What happened?” she asked.
“He was shot by a drug dealer.”
She didn’t know how to react. What was he doing around drug dealers? She was hurt and confused and needed time to think. She realized that she wouldn’t have to deal with the situation of telling him that she was pregnant by another man. She felt like a huge weight was lifted from her shoulders, and she would be able to live her life free from the scrutiny of her husband and the church.

Thursday, May 13, 2010




Those were the feelings that I felt when I woke up next to him. I loved him. He said he loved me, but I knew deep down that he didn't. He was there for the sex. He knew that he could get it from me whenever he wanted it. He had me wrapped around his finger, and it was a terrible feeling. How did it get to this point? How did I slip so far. I told myself that I would never be the victim of this type of relationship. I told myself that I was better than this, yet here I was. STUCK. I was tired of creeping in hotel rooms. I was tired of being his sideline hoe.

It didn't start out this way. He would call me EVERYDAY and we would talk about everything from sports to politics to religion. I knew he was married. I knew he had a son. But I didn't care. When we talked it was just about me and him. He told me that he loved me and I believed him. I loved him. I thought he was my soulmate, but I was wrong.

I looked at him on the bed next to me as he opened his eyes. He smiled at me, but I couldn't do anything but turn away.

"Baby what's wrong?" he asked.

"You know what's wrong with me. Don't even ask"

I wanted to punch him in his jaw for all the times that he had hurt me. For all the times he hit me. For all the times he lied to me. He rubbed my thigh and started nibbling on my ear. I tried to resist, but he knew that was my spot.

"Stop" I said

He started kissing my neck and before I knew it we were making love. I was on my hands and knees and he was behind me stroking slowly and passionately. He grabbed my waist and started moving faster and faster until we both climaxed.

He walked to the bathroom and got in the shower as I laid back in the bed. Twenty minutes later he was fully dressed. I didn't say anything to him as he left.


*Knock Knock*

I thought it was HIM. I smiled as I opened the door, but I was disappointed when SHE walked into the room. She and I had a relationship a few years ago, but things didn't work out. She knew that I was into guys and she couldn't handle it at the time. Since then our relationship has improved and we talk about everything. She could tell that something was bothering me.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I don't wanna talk about it," I replied.

She leaned over and gave me a hug.

"It's gonna be ok," she said.

I knew that she still had feelings for me, and she knew that I was dealing with my situation. I looked up at her and when our eyes met it felt like we were the only two people on earth. Something came over me...I kissed her. We leaned back on the bed and started tearing each others clothes off. I was feeling vulnerable and I needed this moment. I needed to feel loved...

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