Hidden Figures

Mind, Body & Soul

A successful woman is one who can build a firm foundation with bricks other have thrown at her

Author Unknown

As we approach the month of February, I had this brilliant idea to do a thread on infamous black women who made a difference throughout history and in the local community. As  the years go on, many people seem to forget the February is black history month. It’s a time to pay homage to all of the African-American men and women who made an impact on law, history, the community, sports, and any aspect of life.

I chose to do women because we are really coming together to stand up and make a difference in the lives of other people. Men are always recognized for all of their hard-work, effort, and dedication, but, what people don’t know is behind that hard-working dedicated man is an even more dedicated hard-working woman…

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Practice What You Preach

The next morning, Carrie awoke to find James downstairs watching television with Jr. “Good morning, sleepy head. I thought you’d never wake up.” he greeted. “Well, I’d elaborate on the events of last night, but we have a child in our presence.” she cooed. James kissed her cheek and turned his attention back to Jr. “Good morning Jr., how are you?” “I’m fine Mrs. Carrie. Look at the new trucks my daddy bought me.” he replied as he eagerly rushed over to show her. “Oh wow, these are nice. Show me how they work.” James watched as the two of them sat on the floor playing with the toys and making mock engine sounds. “Daddy come play with us.” Jr. urged. James rushed over to the circle and joined in.



Despite all of the troubles that life has thrown their way, they truly were a happy family. Even though Jr. didn’t belong to her, Carrie treated him as if he was her own child. They did everything a mother and son would do together. She took him shopping, planned play dates, movie nights, and even helped him with his homework. On nights that James had to work late, she’d offered to keep him. This made things easier between him and Jessica, and gave their household some balance. She didn’t mind Jr.’s company. After all, this would prepare her when she and James decided to have a child of their own.

A few moments later, their play session was interrupted by the doorbell. Carrie and James both glanced at the clock on the microwave. It was only 8 o’clock in the morning. “Who on earth could this be?” James said as he got up to open the door. Carrie watched impatiently as he jogged over to the door. He peeped through the peephole and then proceeded to open the door. “I come here for my son.” she blared. Carrie let out a heavy sigh as Jessica stepped inside. Just as she started to get Jr. ready to go with his mom, she was interrupted by the sound of a man’s voice. “Jessica can you hurry up. I got things to do.” he boomed. “Preston don’t rush me, I have to get my son.” “I don’t know why you won’t leave him here. I don’t have time to be watching after no kid!” “Excuse me? This is my child, you knew what it was when you got with me.”

Carrie looked in awe as the two of them stood arguing in front of Jr. She couldn’t believe that Jessica was actually dating this clown. If he couldn’t accept her child, then why the heck was she with him? “Umm, James, I’m going to take Jr. upstairs and finish getting him ready. He doesn’t need to be around this.” He nodded his head and watched as they both disappeared into the upstairs bathroom.

“Jessica who the heck is this?” James asked. “My boyfriend, why are you worried?” She snapped. “Why am I worried? You got this clown around my son talking all crazy and you asking me why am I worried?” he replied. “Man listen can you go get my son from upstairs so I can go. We got things to do.” “No, as a matter of fact, you go do whatever it is you have to do. Jr. can stay here.” “He isn’t staying here. I want my son with me.”

Before James could reply, Preston butted in “Listen bruh, I don’t know you and you don’t know me. We don’t want any trouble. All we come here for is to get the kid and be out.” James looked at him up and down and let out a heavy sigh before replying, “Bruh, I don’t know you and I’m not trying to get to know you. This is between me and her. I don’t appreciate neither one of you coming up here disrespecting me and my household. Both of you all need to leave.” “I’m not leaving until I get my son.” “He’s not going with you.” James stated firmly. James watched out the corner of his eye as Preston’s hands slowly started to form fists. “You going to assault me in my own house?” he snarled. “Listen bruh, it’s nothing like that.” He then turned to Jessica and said, “I’ll be in the car. This has nothing to do with me.” They both watched as he left the house. “I suggest you follow him.” James stated in a low, yet stern tone. Jessica glared at him. She tried for a minute to think of new ways to insult him. When she could think of none, she quickly turned around and walked out the door. James relaxed his shoulders and walked over to the kitchen and pulled out a large bottle of wine.

A few moments later, Carrie emerged from the bathroom to find James pouring a large glass of wine. “Sweetie is everything alright?” “I can’t believe her. I mean how can she do my son like that? That clown doesn’t care about him. There’s no telling what he’s doing to my son over there. I think I need to get full custody of my son. I can’t take not knowing what’s going on.” “Sweetie, Jr. is old enough to talk. Why don’t you just ask him. You know he isn’t going to lie to you.” “Carrie, I don’t know how to.” “Babe you just have to talk to him. He’s a child. Ease into the conversation. Don’t be to harsh with the questions. Be discreet about it. He’ll open up to you. We talk all the time.” she assured him. She watched her husband closely and noticed he was crying. She took the glass out of his hand and turned his face towards hers. “Everything will be alright. I think now is the perfect time for you to talk to him. He’s in the tub splashing the bubbles everywhere.” He nodded and made his way upstairs to the bathroom.

While they were upstairs, Carrie went outside to the mailbox to retrieve the mail. She looked in the box and saw she had a few envelopes inside. She pulled them out and started to sort through them. As she was thumbing through the mail, she noticed a handwritten envelope. She read it and felt her heart start to race. Her palms became sweaty as she read the name and address it came from.  She quickly tore it open and read the contents.

Dear Carrie, this is Phillip. I know it’s been a while and I know this is kind of out of the blue. I just wanted to let you know I’ll be getting out in two weeks and wanted to see you. I got your address from your sister Monica. Me and her boyfriend are still tight and we talk to each other from time to time. She told me you had gotten married, but I’m not concerned about that. You’re supposed to be mine. We made a promise to each other before I went away. I want to make good on our promise when I come home. I want you to be with me. We can have our own little family and be like we were before I got locked up. Well, I hope this letter reaches you. I look forward to hearing from you. See you soon.

She couldn’t believe what she had just read. Phillip her long time boyfriend before she had even met James was coming home. She thought he would never get out. After all the charges the district attorney rattled off in the court room, the judge handed him a sentence of 45 years to life. He had only been locked up for eight. She wondered what he did to get out early. The case was pretty much open and shut. Either way, she had to figure out what to do to keep Phillip from coming around and bringing more trouble to their marriage. Just when things started to look on the up and up for them, things always seemed to take a turn for the worse. I guess that line in the marriage vows for better or for worse was very real, because through all of the worse times, they still seemed to prevail.

As she walked back into the house, she was greeted at the door by a naked Jr. “Jr. where are you clothes?” she asked looking at James. “Soon as I got him out the tub, he ran downstairs looking for you.” She chuckled nervously. “Jr. let your daddy put your clothes on. I have to use the phone.” “Babe are you alright?” She swallowed hard before she answered. “Yes, I’m fine. I just have to go call my sister.” “Your sister? You don’t like your sister.” “Well she called and asked me to call her.” she replied as she hurried up the stairs. James watched as his wife disappeared in the bedroom. Her sudden demeanor change puzzled him, and he couldn’t quite pinpoint what caused it. She was jittery, and her breathing was labored. He fixed Jr. a snack and turned on cartoons before going upstairs and eaves dropping at the door.

“Monica, why would you tell Phillip where I lived?” she blared. “Carrie, I didn’t tell him.” “Bullshit Monica! He clearly wrote in the letter you told him! I am happily married. I don’t need this man coming around causing problems for me and my family. It’s bad enough we have to deal with James’ baby momma and all her drama. We don’t need Phillip.” “Carrie I thought it would be nice if you heard from an old friend. I had no idea he was going to try and break up your home.” “Well you’d better fix it before he gets out. This is the last thing I need right now. Me and James are in a happy place right now.” she replied before slamming the phone down. She dropped back on the bed and sighed heavily. “Lord what am I going to do?”



Practice What You Preach….

6 Months Earlier

“James where are you going?” Carrie asked. “I’m going out with the boys. Is that alright with you?” he sneered. Carrie hoped out of bed and rushed over to the closet, where James was buttoning his shirt. She glared at him. Of all the nights he picked to go out with the boys, he had to pick this one. Apparently he must’ve forgotten about the dinner plans she’d made for them tonight. This was a very special night for her, especially since they hadn’t been able to spend time alone in almost three months. Ever since she had gotten a promotion at work, quality time with her husband had almost become non-existent. It’s bad enough their sex life suffered because of it. James had complained to her many of times about them not being as sexually active as they used to. She tried calmly to explain to James that the long hours were just temporary and that once the inventory at work was at a reasonable level, then her hours would go back to normal. For a minute he was alright with this. He would massage her when she came home, run her bath water, sometimes he’d even fix dinner. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, that is, until he started hanging around Phillip, his friend from high school. She couldn’t understand what it was about Phillip or why James hung around him. She preferred to stay away from him. Phillip was more of what you may call a womanizer. He would fill women’s heads up with hopes and dreams of them being together, all while playing with their emotions. She had witness one to many times the dangers of what came behind Phillip and his lies. She would be damned if any of that rubbed off on her husband.

As James finished buttoning up his cuffs, he turned to notice Carrie standing in the doorway. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked dryly. “Umm, hello! Have you forgotten what tonight is? I made dinner reservations for us. We talked about this for three weeks now. I know good and goddamn well you aren’t about to go hang out with the boys and leave me hanging?” she snapped. James’ whole demeanor changed. “Oh damn baby! I’m sorry I honestly forgot. Can I take a rain check?” he asked sincerely. “Unless that check is going to find you a new place to stay, I don’t think so. You’d better tell Phillip not tonight!” she demanded. Carrie stormed out of the closet and made her way to the bathroom to take a shower. James follow closely behind her trying to plead his case. “You know what James, it’s been three months since we’ve spent time together. I take off tonight and plan a special evening where we go to dinner, come back home, have dessert, and make sweet love to each other, and you’d rather go fraternize with Phillip!” she shouted from the shower. “Fraternize? Baby, come on with all that. I’m sorry baby. I forgot. It was an honest mistake.” he pleaded. “Forget you James. Go! Go ahead and piss off with your friend. Just know your bed will be the sofa when you return!” she heaved. Carrie slammed the bathroom door just as James was about to say something. Defeated, James went over to the bed where his phone was charging and picked up the phone to call Phillip. He could deal with Phillip being mad with him, but Carrie, was a separate ball game. He was married to her for Christ Sakes. If it was one thing he knew, a happy wife equaled a happy life, and right now his wife was not so happy.

A few moments later, Carrie emerged from the shower to find James sitting on the bed flipping through the television stations. “I thought you were going out?” she scoffed. “No, I changed my mind. After really thinking things through, I realize that this will probably be the only night in a long while that we will get to spend together before you go on another long working hiatus.” “Long working hiatus? Are you kidding me?” she replied trying to stop the grin that was forming along her lips. Carrie loved when her husband caved into her. She was especially elated now, because they could spend the whole evening together, just the two of them. She threw off her towel, exposing her naked body. James tried his best to peel his eyes away from his wife’s exposed body, but it was to no avail. He couldn’t stop looking at the beauty before him. Carrie was 5 feet 5 inches tall and very petite. She had smooth brown skin and curves in all the right places. He stared at her. This made her smirk. “Well, are you just going to stand there, or are you going to get up.” she swooned. James was so fascinated by her beauty, that the sound of her voice made him beckon to her every call. He got really turned on when he noticed her shaved middle. He loved when she was hairless down there. Just as he proceeded to remove his shirt, the doorbell rang. They both sighed heavily. “Who in the heck could that be?” Carrie asked, now frantically searching for something quick to put on. “I have no idea, I’ll be right back.” he replied. As she started to dress, she could hear James opening the front door and the sound of a woman’s voice was heard. “Must be his baby momma. Lord I swear that woman always picks the most inopportune times to show up. I think she does this just torture me.” Carrie mumbled. When she finished putting on her socks, she proceeded  to make her way to the front door. As she got closer, she could hear the two arguing. “Jessica, you cannot just show up at my house. I have a wife!” “So, I don’t care. I’ve been calling you for the last hour. I need a babysitter. I’m going out!” “I can’t watch him tonight. Me and my wife are trying to enjoy some quality time together.” “Alright, well you can include Jr. in your quality time.” she shouted just as she was pushing the little boy inside. “Jessica! Jessica! Get back here!” James roared. He ran out the door after her, but she halfway down the street before he could reach the driveway.

Carrie and James had been together for five years and only married for one. Jessica was a one night stand that turned into a lifetime of turmoil. Before Carrie and James got married, James went out with the boys to Diamond’s, an upscale gentleman’s club. That’s where he met Jessica. She was one of the dancers chosen to dance for his crew in the club that night. Things got a little crazy, and next thing you know he was waking up next to her in a hotel room. He rushed home the next morning, and explained everything to Carrie in hopes that that would make everything better. It didn’t she put him out and they split up for about a year. During the split, Jessica found out she was pregnant. This changed everything. Carrie and James had been working on putting their relationship back together and telling her about the baby would just make everything worse. Needless to say, everything worked out and they were able to get through all of the drama he caused and move on. The only problem was getting Jessica to understand her place in James’ life. The two women were at odds quite often, and it started to take a toll on their relationship. “James if you don’t straighten your little hoodrat out, I will!” Carrie shouted. “Baby I will handle it. Just calm down.” he replied. After a few more altercations, Jessica eventually got the picture and backed off. Now they just had to deal with her surprise pop ups. This was also taking a toll on their marriage. “James I love your son and wouldn’t trade him for the world, but this has to stop. This was supposed to be our night.” she cried. “I know baby. I know. Let me see if I can call my mom.” After countless efforts to reach his mother, she finally answered, “Hey mom, are you busy?” “No James, I’m not busy. Me and your father are just watching television. What’s wrong honey?” “Carrie took off tonight so we could have some quality time, and Jessica showed up with Jr.” “And you want me to babysit?” “Please momma, if you don’t mind.” “No James, I don’t mind. What time are you coming back to get him?” “I be there at around 8 in the morning.” “Alright, that’s fine bring him over.” “Thank you mom.” he replied as he hung up the phone.

In God We Trust

via Daily Prompt: Martyr

Jacqueline and Sierra had been friends since elementary school. They walked home together everyday. They played together, ate lunch together, sat next to each other in class, even spent the night at each other’s house. They were literally inseparable. As they got older, they started to realize they each had different outlooks on life. It was their sophomore year of high school, and Jacqueline started to notice a major change in Sierra’s attitude towards her. Jacqueline was always the bookworm, while Sierra on the other hand was the rebel. Jacqueline was always the one to bail Sierra out of countless situations. No matter how much trouble Sierra had caused, Jacqueline remained a loyal friend to her.

One day while walking to class, Jacqueline noticed Sierra talking to Charlotte. She never really cared for Charlotte and couldn’t understand why Sierra would want to hang around her. Charlotte was known as the “easy” one at school and had been with almost every guy on the football team. She was about to approach the two girls when she was pulled away by Janet, a classmate of hers. “Hey Jackie, wait up!” she yelled. She turned around to see Janet running towards her wildly waiving papers. “Whoa Janet! What’s the big hurry?” “They posted the parts for the play.” she replied with excitement. “Are you kidding me let’s go!” she squealed as she grabbed Janet’s hand and rushed down the hall. Janet, Charlotte, Jacqueline, and Sierra all had drama class together. Their teacher, Mrs. Wright had announced that the school play would be Romeo and Juliet. Each of the girls were dying to get the part of Juliet. Just before she got to the billboard with names, she yelled for Sierra, “Hey SiSi, c’mon. They posted the parts for the school play!” She waited for Sierra to catch up before they all ran towards the billboard. By the time they got there, the plethora of people surrounding the billboard made it impossible to see who got which part. When she was able to make her way up to the billboard, she started to feel the sting of eyes burning a hole through her back. She turned around to see a lot of envious faces ripping her to shreds. “What’s wrong with everyone?” Janet whispered. “I’m not sure. I haven’t done anything.” “Oh yes you did! You got the lead part!” Janet shouted. Jacqueline turned her head in disbelief. She couldn’t believe she had gotten the part as Juliet. The two girls jumped up and down with glee. That was soon interrupted by her friend, “I hope you’re happy. Stealing my part.” Sierra said with disdain. “Um excuse me, your part? I don’t think so sweetie. I earned that part fair and square.” she replied sternly. Just as Sierra was about to step to Jacqueline, Janet jumped in between the two. “First of SiSi you need to chill alright. Jacqueline has been more than good to you. She’s helped you out more situations than you can count on your hand. The least you could do is be happy for her.” “I don’t think I was talking to you.” “But, I’m talking to you. Back off!” she stated firmly. Sierra backed down and smirked. “You’ll regret this.” she said in a low but cold tone. Jacqueline felt a wave a heat run through her body. She couldn’t understand what she had done to make her friend so angry at her.

Later that evening, while Jacqueline was cleaning out her closet, she found an old picture of her and Sierra. She stared at the picture and felt a small grin form at the corner of her lips. So many fun times and memories they shared together. She thought back on the one time that Sierra had lost her virginity and thought she was pregnant. “Oh my God Jackie! My mom is going to kill me if she finds out.” she said. “SiSi calm down. Remember what I told you. When it gets to this point, just pray. Slow your breathing and pray. God doesn’t answer worried prayers. He answers honest and sincere prayers.” “Jackie, this is no time for praying! How am I supposed to pray. I’m only 12 Jackie!” she fussed. “Sierra, yelling at me is not going to solve your problems. Calm down, take a moment, and breath.” she replied. Defeated, Sierra sat back in her chair and breathed. She breathed heavy slow breaths. “You feel it now?” “Yes, I feel it.” “Great. That’s how you are supposed to feel. Calm and relaxed. My mom always told me if you are going to stress about it then don’t pray. If you are going to pray, then don’t stress. Everything will be alright. Let’s bow our heads and pray.”

Jacqueline was brought up with heavy Christian values, and practically spent every waking moment with her head in the bible. She read her bible so much, that she could recite scriptures and verses with her eyes closed. She tried to get Sierra into the bible heavy as well, and for a while she though she had. She would come over every day, and the girls would practice scriptures and apply them to certain situations that occurred in their every day life. They prayed before they parted ways, and would pray in the morning when they met up for school. That all changed when they started high school. Sierra started seeing how much attention all the popular girls were getting from the boys, and she craved it. Jacqueline tried her best to keep her on the right path and away from the tumultuous world of boys and hormones. It was to no avail. When Sierra met Charlotte, everything went downhill from there. She started ignoring Jacqueline. Turning her nose up at everything she did, criticizing her for her strong Christian beliefs. She even went so far as to spread a rumor about the girl being a freak and that she was easy to get with. That rumor was quickly put to rest, when word got out that she was still a virgin and hadn’t seen any part of a man except his face and hands. Her mother warned her to cut ties with Sierra, but she couldn’t. That was her friend. As a matter of fact, besides Janet and Claire, Sierra was really the only other friend she had. She had a great bond with Janet and Claire, but not like Sierra. They hadn’t been through the things that she and Sierra had. They hadn’t grown up together. They didn’t have the same history. She could hear her mom’s voice now, “Girl let me tell you something, anyone who lies on you is not your friend. Remember Lucifer was once and angel. He was cast out of heaven for trying to overthrow God’s authority. I’m not saying compare yourself to God, but the lies Lucifer told just to get people to listen to him instead of God, is what we need to pay attention to.”

Jacqueline put the picture on her dresser and continued to clean out her closet. Once she was finished organizing the shoes, she glanced over at the clock. “Oh Lord, I’m going to be late for bible study.” she stated. She hoped up off the floor and quickly straightened her clothes. She gave herself a quick once over in the mirror before grabbing her bible and house key and rushing out the door. “Jackie!” her mother called out to her. “Yes mama?” “You’re forgetting your jacket. It’s cold out here.” She hadn’t noticed the sudden temperature change before she rushed out the door. “Sorry mama.” she said as she ran back to grab it. “Love you mama. I’ll be back after bible study.” she replied and rushed down the street.

As she approached the corner where she and Sierra usually met, she noticed an usually large group of people standing around. Jacqueline wasn’t the kind of person who was drawn to large crowds, but for some reason, this particular crowd grabbed her attention. As she got closer and closer, she saw what appeared to be a young boy laying motionless in the street. She eased her way through the crowd and noticed Stacy standing on the other side. She made her way over to where she was “Hey Stacy, what’s going on?” “Remember Jackson, the little Jewish boy in art class?” “Yea, he was shot a few minutes ago.” “Oh my Lord. Why?” “For being Jewish.” “Stacy, you can’t be serious.” “Oh no Jackie, I’m as serious as they come.” “How do you kill someone for being Jewish? That’s no reason to die!” she shot back. “Jackie I know that. Heck, I’m Jewish, but do you think I want to end up like him?” “Stacy that’s no reason to hide your religion. You believe in what you believe in and no one can take that away from you.” “Well, they took it from Jackson.” “Yea, and whoever did it was a coward. No one deserves to be martyred because your beliefs are different. That’s preposterous!” she said with deep disdain. As the police cars approached the scene, the crowd began to dissipate, and peopled were pushed back out of the street. As one detective approached the body, Jacqueline noticed the look of surprise on his face. She studied him for minute. The look on his face perplexed her. “He’s a detective, why would he be surprised to see a dead body. I mean, hasn’t he seen hundreds of them?” she thought. After a few moments, the detective said, “He’s Jewish. He’s the fourth one this week.” “You thinking hate crime?” the other detective asked. “Possibly. Someone is going on their own genocide spree.” “This is a shame. You can’t even have your own faith and belief without someone trying to impose their faith and beliefs on you. All because this kid is Jewish he gets killed. Whatever happened to freedom of religion in this country?”

I know there are all sorts of faiths, beliefs, and religions in this country. Although a Jewish boy was killed, don’t take offense to this. This was written to shed light on all of the hatred that is going on in the world today. So much killing because people have different beliefs. Let no one take your faith or belief away from you. It is your right and your choice. No one should be punished for being different.

May we continue to pray for this world and the people in it.  God Bless.  https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/martyr/

Practice What You Preach



“Mmm, yes baby, that’s the spot.” Carrie moaned as she lay across the bed in pure ecstasy. She squirmed around in the bed as Fred worked his tongue in between her legs. She was in so much bliss, that she hadn’t heard the alarm going off to indicate the front door had just opened. Just as she was about to reach her climax, she popped open her eyes to see her husband standing in the door. “Oh my God, James!” she screeched as she pushed Fred’s head from between her legs. “What the hell is going on in here? Carrie what the hell are you doing?” he shouted. “James, baby wait. I can explain.” “Explain? Explain? You are really going to try and explain his head in between your legs Carrie? Really. Go ahead, I’d like to see you try.” he replied angrily. Carrie rushed off the bed and grabbed her sweatpants off the chair and hurried to put them on. Carrie knew her husband had a temper, so it was only a matter of time before Fred would be sitting in a dentist’s office trying to realign his jaw. Just as she ran over to shield Fred from James’s blow, she was caught in the face with his elbow as his fist connected with Fred’s jaw. She stumbled back while holding her left eye. She knew she’d have a black eye later, but right now she had to stop the WWE match that was going on in her bedroom. “James stop! Get off of him. You are going to kill him!” she shouted. It was to no avail. He turned around and pushed Carrie so hard that she flew back into the closet mirror shattering the glass. Carrie was a petite woman that stood about 5 feet 5 inches tall and only weighed about 130 pounds. James on the other hand was all muscle. He was about 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighed a solid 250. So, his push was very forceful. Carrie attempted to get up and rush back to Fred’s aid, but was halted by the sharp pain that ran through her foot. She lifted up her foot only to find the biggest shard of glass poking out of the heel of her foot. She attempted to pull it out, but the pain was so unbearable. She carefully crawled over to James who was still pouncing on Fred, and with all her might, pushed him off of him. “James would you stop. Look at him. I believe you’ve gotten your point across!” she shouted. “My point across? What point would that be Carrie! Tell me, what’s the point?” he yelled. Carrie fell back in defeat as the tears streamed down her face. Between sniffles she managed to whisper the words “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” “Sorry? You didn’t look sorry a few minutes ago.” She sat on the floor as he tossed insult after insult after insult. The sting of his words cut her so deep, she forgot all about the glass shard sticking out of her foot. “What’s that in your foot?” he asked once he was through belittling her. She wiped her face, and looked around at her room. She noticed all the destruction she had caused. A broken closet mirror, a cracked dresser drawer, a broken head board, and cut foot. She had almost forgotten about her eye until she winced at the pain of her foot as she tried to get up off the floor. “Carrie let me help you.” he replied apologetically. “No, no James. It’s fine. I’ll manage.” she said through sniffles. Just as she looked up, she noticed the tears streaming down his face. “James I’m sorry. It’s just that we had been arguing so much for the past three months, I let my assumptions get the best of me.” “Yea but Carrie, that’s not the way we handle things. How long?” “This was the first time. I promise. There hadn’t been any other times. No, we hadn’t went all the way. I’m not sure if that makes it any better, but we didn’t.” “No, Carrie that doesn’t make it any better.” She turned her face away in embarrassment. He turned her face back towards him. It was then that he finally noticed the swelling to her left eye. “Did I do that?” he asked sincerely. She nodded slightly. “Oh God Carrie! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you.” Just as she was about to say something, Fred’s moans brought them both back to reality. James dropped Carrie on the bed and went over to help Fred up to his feet. “Bruh you need to leave!” he said sternly. Fred attempted to open his eyes and look around. His face was so badly beaten, that he could barely be recognized. “Carrie, what happened?” he whispered. “Just go Fred. Just go.” she replied. “Bruh I just told you to go. Do you need anymore help?” James replied, frustration rising in his voice. They both watched as Fred drug himself to the front door and left. Carrie fell back on the bed and nearly passed out. “Oh God, Carrie!” James shouted as he rushed to her aid. “I think I’ve lost too much blood. The room is starting to spin.” she explained. “We’re going to the hospital.” he assured her. Before she could say anything else, the room went black and fell into darkness. 


Stay tuned for Part 2  #everydayinspiration

Lay It On The Line: The Begining

“Yo, bro what’s good?” Jessie said. He watched as James got in the car on the passenger side. “Dang bro took you long enough,” he replied as he closed the door. “Man shut up. I had some business to take care of.” Jessie replied as he let out a light chuckle. James glanced at him in disgust. “You gone keep on bro that girl is going to end up pregnant.” “Man no she ain’t. You just hating.” “Trust me, I’m not.” “Anyway, you ready to do this?” “Been ready.” Jessie quickly threw on his seat belt, put the car in gear and sped off into the night.

Jessie and James had known each other since they were kids. They lived down the street from each other. They went to the same schools, ran with the same crowds, and hung out at the same park. Jessie was the older of the two, so James followed his every move. From the first day they met, James idolized Jessie. He thought of him as the older brother he never had. James’ mom was the stricter of the two, so he was always in the house at a certain time. Jessie had a little more freedom since his mom worked at night, and his dad was never home. Jessie was always into some sort of mischief. He would get into street brawls with the other children on the street, bully them into doing whatever it was he wanted, or just plain taking things that he felt he should have. A few of the parents complained to his mother about his behavior, but it was to no avail. His mom tried her best to punish him, but he would just go back to doing the same thing. James, on the other hand, was the calmer one. He tried to get along with a lot of the children on the street. For the most part, the children didn’t mind playing with James, that is until Jessie came around. Then the other children would scatter and act as if they didn’t know him.


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As they rode around the neighborhood, they saw what appeared to be a silhouette of a male figure walking down the sidewalk. “What about him?” Jessie asked. “Get closer, so I can tell you yes or no,” James replied. Jessie sped up to get a closer look at the male figure and was surprised to learn that the male was, in fact, a really tall female. “So, what you want to do?” Jessie asked. “It’s a female. I’m not sure about this one.” James replied hesitantly. “Man look at what she has on. I don’t discriminate.” Jessie stated. “Alright bro, let’s do it,” James said. Jessie smiled as he reached under his seat and pulled out a small bag. He untied the bag revealing two small vials filled with white powder. James smiled as he anticipated their first buy of the night. Jessie rolled down the window and motioned for the woman to come over to the car. He waited as the woman hesitantly walked to the car. “Yo, what’s good sweetie? I got that good stuff you looking for” he explained. “Oh yeah, what you got?” Jessie opened his hand and watched as a wide grin formed across the woman’s face. “How much?” she asked. “$150 sweetie.” “Dang, you all sure do know how to tax a sister.” “It’s all business baby.” “I guess so,” the woman said as she searched around in her purse for the money. After a few seconds, she pulled out a wad of cash and rolled off two one-hundred dollar bills and handed it to him. “Don’t try and cheat me out of my change,” she said sternly. “I’m not sweetie. I wouldn’t do you like that.” Jessie replied as he reached into his pocket for a fifty dollar bill. He handed the woman her change along with the two vials and politely thanked her for her purchase. 

“Bro, when did you start selling that?” James asked. “This is my first time. I’ve had it for a while now, I was just too nervous to sell it.” Jessie explained. “$150 for those two small things?” “Yes, sir. $150.” James let out a hardy laugh and slapped his knees. “Bro, we  are about to be paid. Put me in,” he replied. Jessie smirked arrogantly and nodded his head.

This was the start of a new business venture for them. The boys set out that night to make as much money as possible, by any means necessary. What they didn’t know was just as quickly as they started, it would end even quicker.