Keep in mind this is a work in progress. Which means, there’s no heavy editing whatsoever. My goal is to reach 50,000 words by November 30th. Bottom line, it’s about quantity not quality…(NaNoWriMo’s quote). I will be randomly posting excerpts, which may or may not be in sequential order to the previous post. I hope you enjoy, and please continue to leave your feedback. Thanks!
Tired of the blight in their neighborhoods, three girls relocate to a small town in sunny Georgia, where the people are happy and always friendly…until secrets are revealed and true identities are exposed.
0 Very frustrated
1 Ready to shoot computer
2 Shocked at what’s written
4 Watching TV
5 Logical & Calm
6 Working at novel
TODAY, MINE IS: 1
“May I speak to Cam, please?”
Fatima could hear movement in the background.
“Here, it’s your girlfriend,” Jazmine snapped.
“Hello?” Cam answered groggily.
“I’m so sorry to wake you.” Fatima said through sniffles. “But I don’t have anybody else to call.”
“Tima, did she put her fucking hands on you again?”
“Don’t cry, Tima. Please stop crying.” Cam tried to ease her. “Where you at, the pay phone?”
“My baby don’t need to be out this late. Y’all come on over here.”
“Are you sure it’s ok?”
“Come on. I’ll be waiting for y’all.”
Soon as Fatima pulled up, Cam came out. She lifted Alneesa from the backseat and carried her into the house and up the stairs to the spare bedroom. Fatima closed the door behind her and waited there until Cam reappeared.
“This shit has to stop Tima. You can’t keep letting her do this to you.” Cam inspected Fatima’s face. “Did she hurt you?”
“Just my feelings.”
Cam looked Fatima up and down. “Neither one of y’all got on shoes?”
“I put some pajamas on the bed. Let me show you.”
When they turned around, Jazmine was standing on the steps, looking at them. She didn’t say a word, just burned them with her stare.
Fatima froze. She felt a rush of guilt sweep over her body. Cam looked back and realized she hadn’t moved.
“Come on,” she said firmly as she reached out her hand, which Fatima didn’t take.
Jazmine didn’t move nor did she take her eyes off of Fatima. Both Cam and Fatima shifted their bodies to get past her full frame. Once in the room, Fatima looked at how peaceful Alneesa looked and was saddened to be exposing her to a lifestyle she doesn’t deserve to be living.
“Here you go.” Cam handed her the pajamas. “The bathroom’s right down the hall. I’ll wait here.”
“Where is she?”
“Girl, it may be uncomfortable for now, but she’s not going to say anything or do anything to you. She knows how I feel about you.”
Fatima looked both ways like she would if she were crossing a busy intersection before heading to the bathroom to change. She was wearing only an oversized t-shirt and panties. She examined her face in the mirror. Her eyes were puffy and her face was peppered with welts from her recent brawl. She took the same precaution exiting the bathroom as she did entering it. Cam was sitting in the leather loveseat next to the bed.
“Yeah, where is she?” Fatima asked again as she sat on the bed next to Alneesa.
Cam laughed. “It’s not funny, but would you stop asking about her?”
“I just feel so bad, you know?”
“Well, you shouldn’t. She’s getting her place soon.”
“What did you tell her?”
“After you opened your mouth and told Ty that I liked you, she called me and asked me about it. Of course, I denied it because I didn’t wanna cause no drama in your household. I thought she let it go, but she ended up telling Jazmine about it the next day. Jazmine asked me about it and I told her the truth. Period.”
“Wow what? I told you not to open your mouth until you were ready. Didn’t I tell you that if you did it would change our relationships forever?”
“Yes you did.” Fatima said regretfully as she hung her head.
“I’m not trying to make you feel worse. I’m just saying.”
“I believe you.”
“Now, what happened tonight?”
“You know, the usual F.A.T. F.A.T.”
In unison they said, “Fake Ass Ty.” This was an inside joke between them to describe Ty’s passive-aggressive, psychotic ways. One minute she’s smiling in your face acting as if everything is copacetic and the next she’s flying off the handle.
“She had been drinking, which isn’t unusual at all. I told her she shouldn’t drink too much in fear that it would trigger a seizure later. She blew me off, talked shit, told me to stop talking to her. So, I went to sleep. Next thing you know, I’m getting dragged off the bed by my hair.”
“Are you serious?”
“So, I’m tripping because I was in a deep sleep and didn’t know what the hell was going on. She didn’t turn on the light or nothing, just came in the room and pulled me by my hair. I mean, who does that?”
“That crazy bitch. Where was my baby at?”
“Her and Lamar were in their room sleep.”
Cam sat there, engrossed and angered by what she was hearing.
“Then what happened?”
“I was kicking and punching and trying to grab on to the walls or something. I managed to turn on my side and I punched her hard as I could in her shin then she let me go. After that, it was on. I socked her in the face. Slammed her head against the wall. And she scratched my face like a little girl. By that time, Nydene ran from her room and broke it up.”
“She is psycho, for real. What was she mad at? Did she say?”
“Yeah, she was like, “Oh, so you wanna be with Cam now?” I was like, “What are you talking about?”
“Oh shit. So my name was brought up?”
“Which is weird because when I told her about, you know, what you told me that day we went to Shoney’s Inn, she was cool. We were cool even after that. We had a long talk about it. She asked me if I liked you and I said no. Then we dropped it…I thought we dropped it.”
“Oh, you told her you don’t like me?”
“What was I suppose to say?”
“How about tell her the truth.”
“That is the truth, kinda.”
Cam’s eyebrows furrowed. “It either is or it isn’t. So what is all this?” She outstretched her arms and looked around the room.
Fatima wanted to back peddle but couldn’t.
“Cam, I don’t mean it like that and you know it. I think you’re a great person, but we have to handle our situations first before even thinking about us.”
“For you to even say that, you have to at least like me a little bit.”
Fatima smiled. “Of course I like you. What girl wouldn’t like you? I just want us to handle our business first with Jazmine and Ty before doing anything.”
“I can respect that.” Cam went to stand.
“No, where are you going?”
“To bed, shoot. It’s four in the morning. You need to go to sleep, too.”
“I’m scared, Cam.” Fatima’s face got serious.
“What you think she gone do, kill you in your sleep?”
“See, that’s not funny at all.” Fatima got under the covers and stared at the ceiling. “I just won’t go to sleep then.”
“I’ma tell you this one more time, she is not going to do nothing. She a’int crazy.”
“You’d be surprised what a woman scorned would do.”
“She’s not scorned. I didn’t lie to her. I didn’t cheat on her. We a’int been together in months, way before you even came in the picture. We forced it to make it work for a while and I couldn’t do it. She’s just like you; she don’t have any family here. So, I felt obligated to at least wait until she got on her feet before asking her to move out. Now, she’s on her feet, so she’s got to get out.” Cam stuck out her thumb, impersonating that of someone hitchhiking and hitting the road.
“Ok, I’m trusting you. Please don’t make me add you to the list.”
“What list?” Cam thought about it then said, “Oh, you don’t have to worry about that. I’ll never be on that list.”
“Ok. Goodnight, and, thank you again.”
Cam stood over her and said, “Anything for y’all. See you in the morning.”