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DNC’s Short Story Series Presents: “Complicated” – Chapter Two: Skye

Wait before you begin, make sure you’re caught up…

Chapter 1: Tina

***********FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY********

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. THIS SHORT STORY OR ANY PORTION THEREOF MAY NOT BE REPRODUCED OR USED IN ANY MANNER WHATSOEVER WITHOUT THE EXPRESS WRITTEN PERMISSION OF ME, DNC! NOW ON TO THE READING…

 

Thank God for another day. The sun’s kiss was my second favorite kiss to wake up to; Mason’s was the first. His steamy breath stroked the back of my neck and I couldn’t wait to turn over.

“Good morning.” Our morning greeting reminds me that I’ve made it through yesterday’s storm stronger. Mason is a blessing. Kind. Loving. Forgiving. More than I ever thought any man could be.

No other man that I’ve ever met before could hold a light to him. The sparkle of our wedding rings, which sit on his nightstand, brought a twinkle to my eye. That joyous twinkle that was created by and for the man behind my amazing universe.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

“Nervous but ready.” Today is the day I face a demon from long ago and with my king by my side, I know I’m ready for this battle.

“You’re doing the right thing.” His soft lips kiss my forehead and I knew immediately that he’s right.

“I hope so. At least for AJ’s sake.”

Today is the day that Alexander Jeremy, my only son, meets his father. I’ve prayed for years that this moment wasn’t true or even needed, but it is. I could say that I wish I’d never met his father but then I wouldn’t have this incredible young boy as my child.

Unfortunately, I can’t call him a love child because it was nothing but lust and vulnerability in the moment. And I would never call him a mistake or regret because the joy he places on my heart is pure and fulfilling.

I’ll just call him my rainbow; the reflection of one of God’s most beautiful phenomena after a storm finally passes.

Raising him has changed my life and my relationships. I’ve embraced my flaws openly and honestly. The moment the test came back positive, I told Mason that it may or may not be his.

No man is ever ready for that news but we were both on our own shit. He was dipping and dabbing as he pleased and I was lonely and longing for him. So, I found comfort in a place I shouldn’t have been. A place that I knew was off limits, but it was a place with an open door.

Even though I thought he could be married, and even though I was madly in love with Mason, I let my human desires decide my next steps, not my heart or brain. Just for a moment, I wanted to feel wanted. Whether it was real or not, I was OK with wearing a mask through all the heartache. This was only a Band-Aid destined to be ripped off at some point. And it was.

Telling Mason was the easy part, watching him breakdown was the hardest. I can’t lie though; it felt good to see him feel something. He seemed so cold to me during this time, but after hearing this news, he seemed to come back to life. Much like the shock to a quiet heart. He began to come back to me, telling me his wrong turns and mine too. I agreed wholeheartedly.

This honest news sparked something in him that was new. He became nurturing and calm. Even with doubt racing through his head, he openly embraced a child that he had no real clue whether his or another man’s blood ran through their vein. What a gift from God.

Ironically, I ended up with two blessing shining brightly against a dark moment of lust. Now, it was time for me to step out of their light and face my own shadow. Time to slay this demon.

“What time are you going over there?” Manson jumps, getting ready for his morning run.

“He said breakfast should be ready around 9 a.m. But…” my voice tappers off. I drop my head searching for the courage to talk through my thoughts but I let my weakness show. “I’m not sure I can do this.” Bees, not butterflies, bumble around my belly. They are as confused about my step as I am.

Mason’s phone buzzes.

“Babe you got this. This is the piece of the puzzle you have to straighten out for our boy. And did you hear what I said…our boy! Which means, when this is all over, I will be here waiting for you to get home.” His warm words put the bees to bed.

“Hey, let me grab this. It’s Kinsley.” He grabs his phone and walks into the bathroom.

“Tell her I said ‘hey.’” Kinsley is Mason’s little sister. I’m sure she just got a whiff of the news and I know she isn’t happy. We got this though. She may want to beat my ass now, but in a day or so, we’ll be back to loving each other like before.

Walking to the closet, I hear the sweetest voice.

“Mommy.” AJ is up. Time to go pick out the perfect outfit for him to meet his biological daddy.

Poem: Madness

Artwork: (Title Unknown) by Vadi Tkachev

Based on the recent start of my short story series (ah hell you missed it…catch up here), I wrote poems to dicated and elaborate on each character’s overall demenor.

This poem “Madness” is a look into Tina’s plight that is truly just starting and at the same time ending.

Share your thoughts on this one. I can related directly to life bring the “crazy” out in me when I didn’t even know it was possible.

MADNESS

And my tears hit the pillow alarming me to the fact that I’m finally awake.
Awake to a morning of undesirable regrets and madding secrets.
Secrets of lovely lust and love lost.
Lost on my own emotional roller coaster ride created from pent-up mistrusts.
Mistrusts…naw not really. Your insanity didn’t deserve my trust due to your actions.
Actions around the who, the what, then when, or why and fucking how.
How? How did I become this crazy women without control?
Control or faith in how I could handle the pressure of loving you.
You couldn’t have love me and then senselessly smash my heart against the wall.
Walls of “I told you so” painted with “you couldn’t see that coming”.
Coming was truly your problem and raging addiction.
Addiction to your presence and momentary comfort was my affliction.
Affliction to be dealt with on an insane level I never knew I could go.
Go to deal with your insatiable lust and my masked pain.
Pain that must heal quickly to make room for new love.
Love for me and this blessing growing in our madness.

DNC’s Short Story Series presents: “Complicated” – Chapter One: Tina

***********FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY********

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. THIS SHORT STORY OR ANY PORTION THEREOF MAY NOT BE REPRODUCED OR USED IN ANY MANNER WHATSOEVER WITHOUT THE EXPRESS WRITTEN PERMISSION OF ME, DNC! NOW ON TO THE READING…

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I hold tight to my tear-soaked pillow, wanting the sun to set again, but it’s too late. Morning is here and reality is in my face.

His arm wrapped tight around me is supposed to give comfort and protection, but it doesn’t. His loving embrace is false. A mask. A deterrent to his truth. And foolishly, I let it stay in place. Maybe because I’m too scared to move it. Maybe it’s because I don’t want to get up. Or maybe it’s because I want to wear the mask too.

If I could rewind time, I wouldn’t. I want to act like yesterday didn’t happen. Like the argument was just a bad nightmare. Like the tears were me acting out a scene I’ve been rehearsing for. Like the wound on my heart was due to some unknown health issue.

My reality was unnecessary, unwanted and unforgettable. All I want to do is forget, not even forgive. Just act like the face on his phone never showed up or the condom in his pocket was truly his friend’s. Or that the rumors circulating around social media about his cheating were another story mastermind by the blogs. So many signs that I never wanted to see.

I can act blind or forgetful, but I just can’t. There are too many battle scars to count that still festers today. Too many moments of reflection and revelation to play dumb about what my reality was now. Each scar has played a vital part on the woman I am today; for my good and bad.

This was just another moment. Another war for me to march through. I’m just trying to live to see another day.

But this war is different. There are more lives at stake, particularly the one growing inside of my belly. The being he has no clue about.

He doesn’t deserve to know either. Not right now at least. So I guess I do need to wear masks; one for his infidelities and one for his unborn child. Masking my emotions and confusion is my only weapon in this battle.

Morning is here. It’s rays remind me that there could be a brighter day for me one day, just not today.

Time to get up and face his demons.

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“Today’s headlines: Police officer accused in the wrongful death trial of a black teenage girl gets his day in court. The City is under a water restriction due to this month’s lack of rainfall. And music mogul, philanthropist and CEO of Yardmen and Stacks has been accused of not only infidelity but of fathering a 5-year-old child from his former assistant.”

On the news already. Wow…

Fighting the urge to smash the T.V. with the remote, I decide to just turn it off and shut my eyes. I’m tired of crying and thinking.

“Hey babe, you want bacon or sausage this morning?”

And look at him, wearing his mask nicely. Waking up to feed me because of course, that’s whats going to make me forget about everything. Food is his new means of manipulation.

“I’m good, I’ll pass.”

“Are you sure?”

Motherfucker, if you say one more thing to me I will race over to you, gouge your eyes, rip out your esophagus and piss on your head is what I really wanted to say. But I just responded with, “Yep. I’m sure.”

Knots twist in my stomach, making me run to the bathroom. I don’t know if I have to shit or throw up. I could feel whatever race up my throat. Throw up it is.

I shut the door and let it fly. Must be the nerves from all this drama. Wait…or maybe it’s the baby.

Life inside of me? Who knew that God thought it was my time, but why now? Why with all this drama and looming pain from him. Bastard ass punk!

More puke flew from my mouth. This time from the thought of all our drama.

I knew a storm was coming. It always does when the sun shines for so long. We just celebrated our third anniversary under the beauty of the Eiffel Tower after a long and expensive shopping spree down the Avenue des Champs Elysées.

When I finally receive my director’s position as he wins the award for Community Leader of the Year by our mayor. We went from living a modest life, to exploding in the lap of luxury almost over night. A queen’s dream; my dream and I already felt like it was too good to be true. Obviously, it was.

“Babe are you okay?”

Oh, how his concerns once made my heart flutter. Now his voice is a nail on a chalkboard–painstakingly annoying. I despise him with every inch of my being. I can’t show my cards yet. Keep it easy Tina.

“I”m fine sweetie. Must’ve been something I ate last night.”

Ironically, I had to play trophy wife at his former manager’s retirement dinner. A mask I wear way too well. Last night, all I wanted to do was take it off and let them see the pain behind my eyes. The pain that he inflicted on my heart.

But instead, I played my role. I disregarded the epic argument about the rumors of him cheating prior to the event and gave him what he wanted–an award-winning act. Unbeknownst to everyone there, this movie wasn’t the romance of the century but the tragedy of the decade.

Cheating was a dagger to the chest but hearing about him fathering another child?

Life is about choices and I’ve always told him that if we wanted to choose someone else, that’s fine, just let me go. I need my heart especially now that God has blessed me to love this wonderful being growing inside of me. Of course, he can’t let go. He believes this charade is real. So he continues to damage my love every chance he gets since things will be fine sooner than later.

I wish I was the Virgin Mary. He has no business being a part of this blessing. But for now, I have to move in silence.

My girlfriend Nicki is getting my paperwork together and no matter what I’m going to come out on top of all of this– a new baby and new life.

Two knocks followed by a “Tina, I need to talk to you”, break me from my self-strategy meeting.

I open the door to see him and her. And…is that the child? My heartbeat grows to rapid thumps. Fire grows in my chest making it hard to breathe, and even harder to not explode. Anxiety. Madness. Confusion. I can feel my mask fall to the floor.

“Tina, this is Skye and her…I mean…our son Jeremy.”

Read more…Chapter 2: Skye