october 1999
sunday
6:34 pmI filled the bowl with candy while my mother finished up the dinner that I started. She was starting to make our plates as I finished putting a variety of candy in a bowl for trick-or-treaters.
It was Halloween, and I couldn't wait to see the neighborhood kids all dressed up. I loved Halloween just for that sole reason. All the kids are so cute and enthusiastic about it because just for a night, they get to become their favorite superhero or princess or whatever.
"You done fillin' the bowl?" my mother inquired.
"Yes, ma'am," I answered while throwing away the plastic that the various wrapped candies came in.
"Alright. Well, come and eat," she said.I made my way into the kitchen and sat across from her, at the dinner table.
"How are you feeling?" my mother asked as soon as I put some food into my mouth.
"Better," I muttered softly."Are you taking those vitamins that Dr. Fulton gave you?" she questioned.
"Yes, ma'am," I nodded."Alright. . . How are your art classes and stuff going? How's yoga?" she asked.
"It's great, Mama. I actually sold my last painting. I'm starting to think that I can actually do something with this art thing. . . And, yoga's a lot better. It gets a little harder every week, but it's worth it," I explained.
"That's great, baby. Who bought your painting?" she asked.
"Ashley— the girl I told you about. Remember?" I nodded.
"Oh yeah! I remember. She seems like a sweetheart. That girl is exactly the kind of motivation you need to get back to yourself. She's independent, career-driven, and is very no-nonsense, from what you tell me. You know, you used to be all of those things," my mother nodded."Yeah, well, she probably ain't met the devil yet," I muttered, growing tired of her always comparing me to who I used to be.
It grew quiet as forks clinked against plates.
"I'm glad you left, Renée. . . I'm really proud of you," my mother said after a moment of silence.
I simply nodded, not really knowing what else to say or do but eat.I thought about DeAndré every day. I missed him. I would never admit it out loud, but I missed him. . . but I missed the old me even more. I also missed working and talking to different people everyday. . . Now, that I was free from DeAndré. . . I didn't even know what to do. It was like I had to learn how to communicate with people again. I had to learn what I liked and didn't like. It was like I finally had two feet to stand on but that's all I knew how to do anymore— just stand there.
It'd only been about three weeks since I left him, so I'm not mad at myself for missing him and still loving him but it just bothered me that I still couldn't shake him. I didn't doubt that he probably had tabs on me already. I didn't doubt that he knew who Ashley was just because I've grabbed coffee (well actually she gets coffee while I get hot cocoa or tea) or lunch with her a couple of times. I knew he was out there lurking, and if he wasn't doing it himself, it was definitely one of his boys doing it for him.
I should've felt uneasy about it, but now that I know how he operates, it's to be expected. It did make me more cautious about what I do and how I do it though.
The first step of getting my plan together was getting together a squadron. DeAndré wasn't doing all the stuff that he was doing alone, so why should I have to?
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one shots
Fanfictionso 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...