so many mini-stories and scenes pop into my head & i have absolutely no time to develop them into full novels so I'm making a book of one shots.
This book will feature people that I feel should be utilized more in fanfics or be casted in leading ro...
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september 1999 tuesday 9:43 pm
On the night of my mother and I's argument, DeAndré decided to pay her a visit. My mother went out to run errands and to visit Ms. Tricia and Mo's house since they invited her over for dinner.
When she came home, DeAndré was seated right in front of the door, so she would see him as soon as she came in. She was freaked out— shit, I would be too. Shit, I actually was freaked out when he popped up at my house the same way, months ago.
She started to reach for a phone, but he told her not to unless she wanted to end up on a stretcher whenever the police would finally respond. He told her that he knew about what happened earlier that day. He told her that if she ever touched me again, she'd have to deal with him, and it wouldn't be pretty. She said that he slowly approached her and pulled out a gun. He didn't aim it at her, but she was still shaken up by the sight.
"Ain't it pretty? I just got this one. I haven't used it on anybody yet, but it would be a shame if the first bullet had your name on it," he told her, letting the gun shine in the moonlight that peered into the house.
She said that he sounded evil. His rich voice was just plain. . . sinister. She said that he's got the devil in him, and that I should get away from him, while I can.
I made it a point to confront him about this, but she begged me not to. She didn't want him to know that she told me what happened. She also didn't want me to call her anymore because he told her not to talk to me any longer, and she believed that he had the phones tapped. She wanted me to be careful and try to get out while I "still could." The fact of the matter was I couldn't, not even if I wanted to.
We were married, and the house we just bought was in both of our names. It would be a little foolish to try to get out of such binding contracts after only being in those contracts for less than a month. Sure, I could probably get the marriage annulled, but that would have to be a mutual decision (and y'all already know D is not going for that).
I did think it was fucked up that he broke into my mother's house and threatened her, but I just couldn't put together the image of my husband doing that to her. It's not like I didn't believe her though because her timeline made perfect sense. She said that he left her house around 9:30, and that night when I awakened on the couch alone at 10:00, he was just coming in.
I was just very conflicted, and I started to doubt myself. My intuition told me that this was all types of wrong, but whenever I confront him about anything, he just gets to talking and everything I knew was right is suddenly wrong. Suddenly, I'm crazy.
I started not to recognize what was right and what was wrong anymore. I couldn't even tell when he was lying or telling the truth anymore. The lines that seemed so pristine before were just. . . blurred now.
