Analyzing R. Kelly Interview with Gayle King on CBS News

R. Kelly finally breaks his silence following his arrest on sexual abuse charges in an interview with CBS This Morning co-host, Gayle King. Parts of the 80-minute interview have aired and people are choosing sides. Everyone wants to know, “Did R. Kelly Do It?”

R. Kelly is being charged with 10 counts of aggravated sexual abuse relating to misconduct with four women, three of whom were underage at the time of their alleged assaults. In January 2019, Lifetime premiered Surviving R. Kelly, a six-part docuseries that detailed the allegations against Kelly. It featured accounts from multiple women who say they escaped Kelly’s “cult” and interviews with some of the women’s parents. Amongst interviews are Jocelyn Savage and Azriel Clary’s parents. Who believe Kelly is holding their daughters against their will or have brainwashed them. Again, Robert Kelly has denied everything.

Below, we have analyzed some red flags and potential behavioral patterns of batterers that stood out during this interview.

RED FLAG #1: R. Kelly says, “Rescue someone that doesn’t need rescuing cause they’re not in my house.” However, a video soon to follow shows him confessing to his relationships with 23-year-old Jocelyn Savage and 21-year-old Azriel Clary. According to their parents, the two young women need to be rescued. The question is, are they in the house or not? If they are in the house willingly, why won’t they talk to their parents?

RED FLAG #2: He’s stated that he doesn’t know what a cult is, which is problematic. If he doesn’t know what a cult is, how can he be sure that he doesn’t have one?

RED FLAG #3: When speaking on the docuseries, Surviving R. Kelly, Kelly says, “Everyone said something bad about me. Nobody said nothing good. They were describing Lucifer.” It is true that the women addressed R. Kelly and Robert as two different people. Most of the women said great things about R. Kelly, and described Robert as Lucifer in the sense that he’s a charismatic charmer that sings his way into people’s hearts. Before delving into Robert’s sexual behaviors, they spoke A LOT about R. Kelly being a sweet and caring man who would give the world to the people around him, but when Robert takes over, it’s scary.

RED FLAG #4: When R. Kelly starts crying, I can’t say that I don’t think he’s hurting. However, I do believe that his tears stem from a different source of pain. Think for a second. Have you ever witnessed a man cry when he realizes something in his life is being taken from him? Most times, men don’t cry because they feel bad. They cry because they’ve been caught or don’t know how to fix the problem. He feels like shit because he is now realizing everything he did in the past and the present is catching up with him. He can’t find an escape route. This is my perception of R. Kelly’s pain.

EXAMPLE: Society for the most part, doesn’t accept underage dating and it’s illegal. In some states, parents can sign their children over to a spouse from the age of sixteen. Also, there are men in certain neighborhoods that prey on younger, more vulnerable women. It makes them seem more manly to have young women chasing after them. If R. Kelly surrounds himself by a crowd of people that encourage his actions, why would he change? At that point, neither the law nor outside opinions matter to him. Who is going to finally stand up and tell R. Kelly, “No”? What consequences will he face? Consider this as you listen to his outbursts.

He uses the words, “ABDUCTED, RAPED, and CHAINED” when describing women that really need help. Again, the women that are in his alleged “cult” are technically not being held against their will, but if the allegations are correct, he has psychologically brainwashed them. They may not be in physical bondage, but they’re definitely in bondage.

RED FLAG #5: I believe that R. Kelly truly thinks his behaviors, minor or extreme, are unproblematic. It’s actually pretty scary to watch/hear because R. Kelly is far from the first who hasn’t comprehended their wrongdoing, nor will he be the last.

He even speaks about arresting himself if his daughters were said to be enduring the same abuse that he’s allegedly guilty of. WHAT??? I can’t! Help him PLEASE!!!

RED FLAG #6: R. Kelly says, “How come it was okay for me to see them until they wasn’t getting no money from me…What kind of a father, what kind of mother would sell their daughter to a man?”

He still doesn’t fully understand what he’s saying. He literally admitted to buying two young women from their parents. If he did purchase these young women, keep in mind that Azriel Clary was 17-year-old when they met. Clary is now 21-years-old and according to Kelly, the two are now in a romantic relationship. If that’s the case, is he expecting people to believe that he waited until she was 18-years-old to legally engage in sexual intercourse with her? If there was no sexual intercourse between the two, was romance a NO altogether? This whole damn scenario is messed up. R. Kelly should not be dating or interested in anyone younger than 21-years-old. He needs help ASAP.

“An emotionally abusive partner will systematically and intentionally try to separate the victim from their external network of support: friends, family, co-workers, clergy. This is designed to make the victim solely dependent upon the abuser and to decrease the likelihood that others will witness the abuse. The more a victim is isolated, the harder it is for them to be connected to the resources they need to escape the relationship.” ― Ferentz HUFFPOST

Recognizing the Signs: I’m not sure if anyone else picked up on this, but R. Kelly shows many signs that are common of an abuser.

Sign 1: He talked over King every time she spoke. This shows that he is used to controlling a conversation. Also, he stood up and started yelling, which is a sign of a verbal and emotional abusers. They use their dominance to show people that they’re in charge.

Sign 2: He wouldn’t take responsibility for any of his actions.

“It’s extremely rare for an emotionally abusive partner to take responsibility for his or her behavior. Their tactic is to project responsibility or fault onto their partner. They will deceptively twist reality, distort the truth or outright lie to make the case that their partner is to blame. The subject matter becomes irrelevant as the emotionally abusive partner sidesteps responsibility at all cost.” ― Carol A. Lambert, psychotherapist and author of Women With Controlling Partners HUFFPOST

I’m sure there are other things that I didn’t catch. If you can identify any other signs or red flags that you’re willing to discuss, comment below!

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(Finding Myself In You) Chapter 2: Connections

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The next morning, I wake up to Turner sleeping next to me. I stare at him as he sleeps, and I begin thinking about what it could be. The uncertainty is the reason we’ve set rules, which obviously have been broken more than a few times. I climb out of the bed making my way to the kitchen to make coffee.

I grab my laptop, turn it on, and start answering emails. When the pot boils, I grab two cups and pour coffee into both. That’s when I hear Turner walking from the bedroom. He comes behind me, kisses me on my neck, and I hold up the cup of coffee. He grabs it and takes a sip.

After a few seconds of silence Turner then says, “How come your furniture isn’t assembled yet?”

I look away from the computer, glancing around the room and reply, “I haven’t had time”

“You know I can get some of my friends and we can come over here to fix up the whole apartment in a day”, He says observing the room.

It’s Okay, I don’t want to cause any inconvenience for anyone”

“It’s not inconvenient I’m offering”

“It’s Okay, you don’t have to”

“I want to”, He says about to make a phone call.

I put my hand over his phone while saying, “Seriously Turner it’s okay”

“Why do you…never mind”, Turner stops, puts his coffee down and walks to the room. I grab his hand saying, “Wait! Where are you going?”

“I think I overstayed my welcome, again”, he says with his head down.

“I never said that”, I reply to make him feel better.

“You didn’t have to”, he says before he walks to the bedroom. I remain in the kitchen sipping on my coffee thinking about what I can say to make him feel better. I don’t know what he expects me to say. Finally, he walks back into the kitchen fully dressed. He kisses me on the forehead and says, “I’ll call you” and walks to the front door. I follow behind him, trying to get his attention, but he isn’t interested in anything I have to say. As he leaves the apartment, I watch him walk down the hall. When he disappears in the distance, I notice that my neighbor is standing at his door. I’m not actually sure why he is standing there, I’m hoping that Turner and I did not disturb him.

It’s been about two weeks since the argument with Turner. I haven’t seen or heard from him. I want to call him, but I also want to give him his space. Every time I’m around him, he makes me think of our future together, but I don’t know if he’s the one for me. As I’m pondering my thoughts my phone rings.

“Hello”, I say trying to focus.

“How is the move treating you?”, says Linda.

“I guess it’s not so bad, I’m getting a lot of work done”, I reply.

“What about Harvard?”, she asks.

“Well the acceptance letter hasn’t come yet”, I say as my voice drops again.

“I can hear it in your voice, don’t worry you will get in”, Linda says trying to lighten the mood.

“I hope you’re right, I’ve just been really stressed out with this whole thing”

“Well maybe I can bring some light to all of this”

“What you got for me?”, I say a bit excited to hear her news.

“There’s a writing summit going to Massachusetts. The committee wants to meet The Romance Queen.”

“What company?”, I ask wanting to know more.

“Lively, I know it’s nothing extravagant but it’s important that you get involved with something while you’re in Massachusetts. It’ll make your time there better and you can network”

“OK! Send me all the information”, I say trying to hold back my smile, but I feel like she can hear it through the phone.

“Perfect! I’ll talk to you later. If you have any questions just call me up, I’m always here for you”, Linda says.

“Thank you! I know”, I say before hanging up the phone.

Moments later I receive Linda’s email. It lays out the full details about Lively and what they’ve been doing in the community. I’m quite impressed by all their recent accomplishments, the company has been doing remarkable things. The CEO of Lively set up a day for me to meet with her. Her name is Cynthia Rye. When I finally met her, we spoke about the purpose of the summit and about the company branching into publication. She also expressed her interest in me joining their team. I know Linda isn’t going to be happy about their proposal. I’m completely interested in partaking in the event, but I have to deny the publication offer. Linda has done so much for me the last couple years, it would be rude of me to just leave her for a better offer. Once all the details were finalized, I emailed Linda with all the details, she was quite happy for me as usual.

About a week has passed and still no Harvard letter.

I make my way to the lobby to Ann to tell her how my day has been going. Before I can even get a word out, she has my mail on the counter with the Harvard letter on top. I can’t say a word. I just stand there and stare at the letter for a few moments.

Ann says, “So you just going to stand there? Open it!”

I reach my hand out to grab the letter but quickly hesitate, “I can’t! I can’t open it?”

“Okay then, I’ll open it”, she says as she grabs the letter.

“Yeah that’s a good idea”, I say smiling while making eye contact with her. She rips open the letter slowly and begins reading. She has a straight face as she is reading through the letter, I begin to get really nervous because she has no emotion while reading it. Then she puts the letter down on the table and looks back up at me. I can see the disappointment on her face as she says, “I’m sorry Hun”

“What? What did it say?”, I say as I grab the letter off the table and begin reading myself. As I’m reading through the letter, I begin feeling a tear roll down my face and my heart explode.

“Logan I’m so sorry”, Ann says to me as she puts her hand on my shoulder. Suddenly the tear rolling down my face begin falling harder. Ann hugs me, I feel so many emotions at once I can’t handle it. Michael comes walking down the steps with his dog. I quickly wipe my tears and clean up my face before he gets to the front desk. When Ann notices him she says, “Hey Michael I have something important for you”

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She reaches over her desk and grabs another envelope. And she hands it to him I notice it is in the same packaging as the one I just opened. That’s when it hit me, Michael too had applied for Harvard University. He grabs the envelope and says, “Wish me luck” he then winks at me just before walking away. I wait until he is completely out of sight and I turn to Ann and say, “So were you going to tell me that he applied for Harvard to?”

“That’s something you just gonna have to find out for yourself”, she says smiling.

“So now you’re withholding information from me?”, I say playfully.

Ann folds her arms and perks her lips, “More like trying to get you to woman up”

“It doesn’t even matter now because he probably got in and I’m just not smart enough”

“I never want to hear you tell yourself something like that ever again. You are smart enough, your are the same smart young woman they got a book deal to publish and travel the country”

“I guess you’re right”, I say as I try to control my emotions.

“I know I’m right”, she says as she hugs me. I head back upstairs to make that depressing phone call to my mother to tell her that I have failed. I’ve moved to a state that I know nothing about, to go to school that obviously doesn’t think I’m capable.

After finding out that I was rejected from Harvard, I want to reevaluate my life to find out what I actually want. Don’t get me wrong, I still want to go to Harvard and I will once I get myself together. Linda and I have been discussing a way to make my image more appealing to the Harvard board. She attended Harvard and knows a few people that work in admissions. They told her that my writing was missing authenticity and I should work on finding myself within my writing and come back either next semester or next year.
I stare at the blank white screen sipping my wine for what seems to be two hours. I’m sitting around the small work table on my balcony, usually I would be enjoying the phenomenal weather. As I stare at the paper the tears finally come rolling down my face. I can no longer hold it in, I feel like a complete failure, the more I try to wipe the tears away the more they run down. The whole time I’ve been outside so has Michael’s dog; Pretty. Pretty and I have become good friends over the last couple months. I even feed her sometimes when she’s on the balcony. She is calmly playing with her toys until she hears me. She’s always hyperactive because she’s still a puppy but she’s huge in size. I look up with tears still falling from my eyes.

Pretty jumps from Michael’s balcony to mine. I’m startled because she has never done this before. She jumps on me and looks me directly in the eye, as if she knows how I’m feeling. We both have a moment then she licks me on my face, which brings a smile to my face. I start petting her and she starts barking. Michael’s balcony door opens with him saying, “You ready to come inside?” He notices that Pretty is missing. He stepped out on the balcony with no shirt. Pretty barks and Michael looks over at us to see her on my lap and I am still petting her. At this point Michael is extremely confused, “How did he…”

“I’m thinking the same thing”, I say trying to smile and wiping my eyes to contain my tears.

“I’m coming over to get her”, Michael says as he walks back into the house and close the balcony door. I get up from my chair and walk Pretty into the house towards the front door. I hear a knock on the door and I slowly make my way to open it. Michael is standing in front of me with a T-shirt that he just threw on and sweatpants. Still confused he tries to figure out what exactly happened. After a few moments he snaps out of his daze and says, “Lets go girl”, she hesitates for a moment then Michael says, “Come on pretty”. Finally she runs over to him and he connects the leash to her collar. He looks back up at me and says, “I’m sorry about that”. Still trying to clear myself of all the sniffing I’m doing I reply, “It’s no problem at all, she’s a sweetheart”. This time he stands up and looks me directly in the eye and says, “Is there something wrong?”

“Of course not”

“OK! So I see you applied for Harvard”, he says with a smile.

“How do you know that?”, I ask

“I saw the envelope in your hand yesterday when you walked by”

“Yes I did apply”

“That’s great what are you going for”

“If I had gotten in, I would be going for romance literature”

“Did you see if you got in?”

There was a moment of silence then Michael says, “Oh! That’s why you are crying”

“I’m not crying”

“Your eyes are bloodshot red and you won’t stop snuffling”

I don’t know what to say, all of it is true. I just take a deep breath and say, “yeah! But I’ll be fine”

“If you don’t mind I’m gonna put Pretty in the house, and I’m gonna come right back.”

“You don’t have to”

“It’s not a problem, I’ll be right back”, he says before he takes Pretty into the house. I can’t make myself look better because now he has seen me at my worst. I don’t know what we’re gonna talk about but, I’ve been waiting for this day. All the stars are roaming through my mind until he appears in front of me again.

“Can I come in?”, he says trying to break the awkwardness.

I step aside and let him walk into the house. As he walking into the apartment I can tell that he’s observing everything. That’s when I ask, “Would you like some coffee?”

“Yeah Thanks!”, he continues, “Your are moving already?”

I pour two cups of coffee and walk over to where he’s standing and hand him a cup while saying, “No! I’m not moving. I just haven’t had a chance to decorate the apartment between this Harvard stuff and my job, it’s hard to find time and I didn’t know anyone here”

“Don’t worry about it I can have this whole apartment put together in a day”

“I promise you it’s not a big deal, I’ll get to it one day”

“Well I’m free tomorrow, so I’ll do it then”

I want badly to say something back, but everything I would say would be a lie. I know I told Turner I didn’t want him to fix my apartment with his friends, and now Michael is offering and I can’t tell him no. He looks at me waiting for me to come up with another excuse but I can’t, I’m deeply in trance with his eyes and the way he looks at me. We play the staring game for it seemed to be a good five minutes and just silence. Finally I say, “Tell me a little bit about yourself”

“What do you want to know?”, he says looking at me as he takes a sip of the coffee.

“What brought you to Massachusetts?”

“Mostly school, I was attending St. Parter community college then decided I wanted to attend Ivy League school. So I upped and left when I applied for Harvard”

“Kind of sounds like my story, other than the fact that I didn’t get in”

“It’s more like your story than you think”

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t get in either”

“Really?”

“I’m glad you’re surprised”

I stand there staring at him for a moment before I continue speaking, “I’m sorry I don’t know what to say”

“You don’t say anything shit happens”

“What program did you apply for?”

“School of Law”

“Really? What kind of law are you interested in?”

“Criminal”

“That’s intense”

“I can handle it”

“So your are here alone too?”

“Yeah but…”

“But what?”

“I’m here most of the time by myself but I do live with my girlfriend. She travels half the year so she’s not here much”

“Your girlfriend?”

“She travels for a living”

I keep sipping my coffee and nod my head. I have never seen this so called girlfriend before, not once. Ann hasn’t mentioned it to me either. I finally got him alone to find out that he is a committed relationship.

“Are you in a relationship?”

“Oh no! Not at all”

“Why you say it like that?”

“No reason, I just don’t have time to commit to someone right now”

“I said that same line before I met my girlfriend”

“Sounds sweet”

“So you and that guy aren’t serious?”

“Who Turner?…How do you?…”

“We’ve bumped into one another a few times. He’s a cool guy”

My crush and my fuck buddy have been chatting it up together. I could just die as the word leaves his lips. I’m so embarrassed. I shouldn’t be because he has a girlfriend, but yet I can feel my body getting warmer by the minute. I try to act as if everything is Okay, “Yeah he is but we’re not there yet”. We continue talking for two hours. Honestly we aren’t talking about anything important, it just seems that the company is all we want. We talk about school and random things going on in the world. You would think that we are old friends that haven’t seen each other in a while. Being around him makes me feel relaxed, like I don’t have to try to impress him. A few times while we are talking we lock eyes and there’s an awkward silence but not too awkward for either one of us to leave. In the middle of our conversation while we are having one of our awkward silent moments again my phone begins to ring. On the screen Turner’s name pops up. Both of our eyes lock to the phone and I quickly hold down the power button watching the screen go black. I try to continue speaking but Michael says as he stands up, “You should get that, I’ve got something I need to take care of before the end of the night anyway”. I also stand and say, “Are you sure?” What exactly do I mean by is he sure? He’s right there is no real reason for him to be here anymore but I just don’t want him to leave. I can’t tell him this especially after he tells me he has a girlfriend. He smiles at me and says, “I’m sure”. He then walked to the front door, pauses for a second, and walks out closing the door behind himself. I sit on the couch still pondering my thoughts and still trying to figure out what just happened.

A few hours later Turner arrives at my apartment. We talk for a bit about how our day went excluding my encounter with Michael. After a while we end up in the bedroom doing the usual. There’s something about Turner that I can’t completely shake, but I can’t see myself with him, but in a way I can. The next morning I’m laying next to Turner watching him sleep. I’m such a sucker that I can’t tell him to leave. I just have to let him get angry enough to leave himself. He’s such a good guy but something doesn’t feel right. I don’t know what it is but as usual he gets fed up with my running around in circles and he leaves. I wish I didn’t have to do this to him but he doesn’t get it. I feel like Turner feels the exact way I do. I don’t think I want a relationship right now. We spoke about relationships and he is a firm believer of separation with togetherness. Which in his word means both people should have their own and keep their own but still acknowledge their relationship together.

A few days pass and all I can think about is Michael seeing Turner’s name on my cell phone screen. Every time we pass one another there’s a quick hello but no real interaction. After our first real conversation I feel that Michael and I will be good friends, nothing more, just someone to talk to that can relate. Well in my apartment trying to post on my blog, I still have this Michael situation in my head. That’s when my doorbell rings. I put the finishing touches on my last sentence then publish. I close my laptop and walk to the door, when I look through the peephole Michael is standing there. I take a deep breath in and out trying to compose myself. I take another deep breath in and out and slowly open the door with a smile. As I open the door pretty can’t wait to jump all over me. I laugh as I pet her on both of her ears. She then rolls over and I pet her stomach. That’s when I look up at Michael and say, “What do I owe this visit?”

He says with a bag of tools in his hand, “I’ve been busy the last few days but I told you I would help you assemble your furniture”.

“You really don’t have to”

Michael says as he steps over Pretty that I’m still petting and says, “I want to” he then looks back at me and smiles then turns back to the living room and says, “I’ll start here”. I watched him as he put together my centerpiece table for my living room, all of the paintings, The dresser and side table drawer in my bedroom, and my dining room table. Halfway through he asked me if I was Okay with him taking his shirt off because it was hot. Of course I told him I don’t mind at all but I can’t help but think about all the things that I couldn’t do to him. Most of the time we conversed about different subjects. I tried to distract myself from bothering him or even looking at him. After he finishes assembling everything I looked around my apartment going through each room amazed, that my apartment looked that good.

“Thank you so much”

“No problem”, he says as he puts his shirt back on. Right before he walks out the front door he looks back at me and says, “Pretty nice apartment you have here” we both chuckle for a few seconds and then he calls out, “Pretty let’s go”. Pretty barks and she follows him out of the door.

I walk back to the kitchen and lean on the counter, reflecting on the last couple hours. Did we just have a connection? This is supposed to just be a crush. I can’t…I don’t have time to think about a man. What is wrong with me?

To Be Continued…

(Finding Myself In You) Chapter 1: Changes

***FAN FICTION***

Related imageI walk into the main hallway of my apartment building. Observing everything around me from the marble tile on the floors to the immaculate chandelier hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the hall, with a circular table directly under it. As I walk in from the street there is a white couch on the left side of the lobby right across from the attendant desk. I walk over to the front desk and smile at the attendant sitting behind the desk. Her name is Ann, ever since I’ve moved into the apartment, a few months ago, she has been my only friend. Ann is 35 years old and she has a husband and two kids, one boy one girl; the girl is seven years old and the boy is nine years old. She shows me pictures of her family all the time and tells me beautiful stories about them too. It makes me feel more comfortable with my move from California to Massachusetts. Sometimes I think I made a bad decision, but Ann makes it all better.

About two years ago I received a book deal that still seems unbelievable. I’d been blogging for a while about romance. It started off as a hobby. Slowly I began getting subscribers and people responding to all the articles I was posting. Eventually my fan base spiked to over 4 million subscribers. Throughout the beginning days of my success no one knew who I was. I never revealed my name, I just refer to myself as the ‘Romance Queen’. It became a phenomenon that people would hashtag ‘Romance Queen’ on their social media post, hoping that I would give them advice. I would spend hours on only trying to respond to people through social media and through my personal website. One day a lady by the name of Linda Fox sent me an email saying that she had an extraordinary opportunity for me. I ignored her first email because I thought it was a scam, but she sent another message through social media. I did some research on her and she is well known in the industry as an author. Linda and I set up a day to meet, but I was nervous about revealing my identity to someone. I decided to send my best friend, Cindy to my meeting for me. Turns out it’s the headquarters for a company called ‘Elite Women’ which is focused on giving talented women a platform to brand themselves. They aren’t a huge company by they have many wealthy investors. Long story short they drew up a contract for me to publish a book by the ‘Romance Queen’. I didn’t know anything about writing or how I would go about writing a book, but I had the help of their editors. Once I finished my first book I titled it ‘Secrets to Keep Your Romance on Fire’. In the book I talk about things a lot of my subscribers have never read by me. I let it all out, it’s the raw truth. The only thing that really upset me was that I didn’t know much about the art of writing. I spoke to my team and voiced that I would like to go back to school, and they mentioned that I wouldn’t have been the first one to do so through the company. I immediately did some research on the top schools for literature and romance and I was pointed to the one and only Harvard University. I was determined to go back to school, but I was dreading, that I had to go to Massachusetts. I picked up everything I had and moved. I still speak to my friends here in there and my parents. ‘Elite Women’ are supportive of me expanding my knowledge in literature, they’ve even offered to help me financially. I know in all actuality they just want a few more books out of me. I sent in my application for Harvard University before I moved, hoping that I wouldn’t have to wait long before I got accepted. I’ve had Ann on lookout for my acceptance letter since I moved in.
“Good Morning”, Ann says as she smiles.
“Good Morning”, I say returning the smile.
“Here’s the mail that I have for you today”, she says slightly disappointed.
“The anticipation is killing me”, I say going through the mail.

“You will get in”, she says sincerely.
Ann reminds me of my mother because she always tries to encourage me, which is something I need right now.

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The next thing I know my next-door neighbor, Michael comes walking down the spiral steps and Ann does this eyebrow thing to indicate that he’s coming. I have been crushing on Michael since the moment I walked into this building. The first day I saw him he was returning from a morning run. I was struggling to get my bags in the building and he offered to take them upstairs for me. Ever since then I can’t stop thinking about him. I haven’t been able to have a full-length conversation with him because of the way he makes me feel. Anything I know about him is from Ann and I have a feeling she’s not telling me everything. No guy has ever made me feel the way Michael does. I’m usually very straightforward but whenever he’s around I normally just leave the scene. Before I see him, his pit-bull ‘Pretty’ starts licking my leg. I smile and pet her then I see him in a T-shirt, sweatpants and flip-flops; the norm.
“I apologize, she can’t help herself”, he says.
“It’s okay, I don’t mind”, I say before looking up at him. Every time we make eye contact there’s this weird tension between us. I just step back, grab my mail, and head up to my apartment. Once I get in my apartment I head straight to my office, which is the only room that is assembled and organized. Although the book is done I still have to keep up with regular blog post that have gotten more frequent and come up with more ideas for book two. I’ve been a bit overwhelmed. I haven’t had time to decorate my apartment, the same way the movers brought the things in, is the same way that they still are. This is when I wish I had my friends or family to help me.
I spent the next hour making post after post, responding to all the people with romance issues. Being the romance queen. Suddenly I hear a knock at the door, I quickly get up because I know exactly who it is. When I open the door, Turner stands in front of me. I step aside so that he can walk into the apartment and I hear rattling of keys to the apartment next to mine. Once I put my head out to look no one standing there but the door shuts. I walked back into my apartment and close the door behind myself. Then turn back to my house guest and smile. He slowly walked up to me and begins kissing me.

By: Domonique Hume

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NEW VIDEO: Childish Gambino – This Is America

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Donald Glover aka Childish Gambino hosted and performed on Saturday Night Live and dropped his new song and music video.

“This Is America” is the first song and video Childish Gambino has released since his 2016 Grammy-nominated album Awaken, My Love! Fans took to social media in the hours after the video’s release, praising Childish Gambino for his social commentary and artistry.(STEMM)

(FULL INTERVIEW) BIANCA BONNIE TALKS HER MUSIC AND RELATIONSHIPS

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O: What made you want to pursue a career in the entertainment industry?
B: Well, music was always my passion, since I was a kid. It’s just something I wanted to do since I was young.
O: What part of the entertainment industry do you enjoy the most?
B: I actually like creating the music the most. Just writing it and being able to deliver it in the studio.
O: Do you have a preferred place you go to, in order to write your music?
B: When I’m on the train or traveling [on] Amtrak or the plane. Anytime I’m traveling or in the car or riding for long distance, I come up with songs quick. Sometimes when I’m in the shower [it’s just] random weird places I’ll think of the music.

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O: How did you becoming apart of the Love and Hip-Hop cast come about?
B: They actually reached out to me in a DM, so I guess [when they do that] their casting. They reached out to cast me.
O: Did you enjoy being on the show? Would you do it again?
B: As of right now, I feel like I want to continue to stay with the network, with the brand. Eventually I’ll branch off and do my own thing.

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O: Has your experience on the show been positive or negative?
B: I wouldn’t say it has been positive, I’ll just say its [had an impact]. The show is good for gaining attraction and that’s what I want to do because after ‘chicken little soup’ people didn’t really know where I [went] with my career. The show helps me gain more exposure. I’m still growing and building as an artist so [its] just a stepping stone for my next big move.
O: Would you recommend reality shows to individuals that may be interested in reality television? Do you think it’s a good platform?
B: I can’t tell people what a good platform for them will be, they would have to want to do that themselves. It was good for me because the show gets you millions of views and followers every Monday. That’s good for me because the way I brand myself the things I do outside of the show collectively adds to that, but it may not be good for everyone and their brand.
O: Who has inspired you through your journey with music?
B: I can’t say anyone inspired me but just the struggle and poverty from where I [grew up]. Just being from Harlem from New York in the hood that inspired me. I have family and friends that I do this for. Its not about me. I do this because its way out of where I’m from and its something I’m good at. [I can also make a lot of money].

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O: Are there any news you would like to give your fans?
B: Yeah right now [10 plus and Cherry Lounge my albums are] out. Its available for streaming and downloading all over the world; worldwide distribution. I’m working on a new mixtape which should be dropping the end of April early may called “Queen of Harlem Vol. 1”. I’m on a web series, which is really big called “Respect Life”. Basically, I’m going to be dropping some visuals for my fans.
O: Do you believe that society should embrace the other forms of romantic relationships?
B: To each is own. Everyone should just live life and be happy and do whatever they feel like doing. You can’t knock someone for doing what they want to do. I feel everyone should [be in whatever type of] relationship they want. Your only on this earth for a short period of time.
O: What are your view on cheating?
B: I feel like cheating should absolutely not be accepted but if you get in a relationship and you already know, like some men get into a relationship knowing this woman has a man and some women get into relationships know a man has a woman. So, you already know what you’re getting into, but if you get into a relationship and you have communication and understanding that yall together. I think that unacceptable. If you want to cheat you should just be single.
O: What do you want your legacy to be?
B: I’m still growing and building. I’m still very young. I’m not sure what I want my legacy to be. I have to get married, have kids all that stuff. My husband will be apart of my legacy. It’s just so many things that I have to do, that I haven’t done yet that I don’t even know that question yet.

 

Chapter 10: Its Because I Love You (The Real Me)

Christina
After my altercation with Omar, I now know, it is time for me to get away. I pack my bags and head straight to the airport. Back home is the best place for me right now, I ran away for a long time, but it seems to always give me relief when I go back. Not permanently, but to clear my head. My destination is Los Angeles California. There, I have a different life. One that I tried so hard to escape. Sometimes it’s just good to see your loved ones, to remind you of the importance in life. Although I won’t be spending, too much time there, I still want to see them. I plan to stay at the Lorder Hotel, for about a month. I could just go to the apartment that I have there. This is the one place Omar, can never seem to pinpoint me unless, I was staying with my parents.
I head to the hotel and check in. I don’t have to do much, because of my family. They’re just always glad to have me stay there. That’s why they allow me to use a different surname. All to ensure I can keep some form of privacy. Now that I’m thinking about it, that’s probably the reason Omar can never find me. The manager at the hotel is super sweet, and really makes a girl feel welcomed. Once I check in, I go to my room and take a long hot shower. As I’m standing in the shower for a bit, the phone starts to ring. After I ignore the first two rings, it continues. Irritated I turn off the water, step out of the shower, and dry off while heading to the phone. When I pick it up, the voice on the other end says in an accusatory tone, “when were you going to tell me you’re in town?”
Rolling my eyes, as I look at the phone, “Mom I literally just landed, how do you even know I’m here?”
My mother replies, “As smart as you are, sometimes I feel like I dropped you on your head at some point. Who’s paying for your hotel?”
“Goodbye mom”, I say as I get ready to hang up the phone.
“No, I’m sorry sweetheart”, she says in time to stop me from pressing the end button. Putting the phone back to my ear, hearing the silence, she knows that she can continue, “Your father and I want you to come over for dinner. I’m making all of your favorites.”
“You didn’t even know, I was coming. How are you making all my favorites?”, I ask crossing my arms awaiting her clever response.
“I just had Lora go to the store, to buy all your favorite foods. Even though, I wish you would stay here, instead of going to one of those hotels”, she says disappointed. “Do you know how embarrassing it is, to have the manager of one hotel that you donate to, call you and say that your daughter is staying there?”
“No mom, I don’t know…tell me how embarrassing it is?”, I say waiting for her to respond.
“Sorry sweetheart, I’m just saying”, she says trying to make herself sound sincere continuing, “And your brother misses you, he really wants to see you.”
“That’s funny because, I haven’t gotten a phone call from him ever”, I say sarcastically.
“Who’s the oldest sibling? I think you should be calling him”, she states. This is the moment where my mom tries to make me feel bad, for not being the big sister that they expect me to be.
“Here we go again, bye mom”, I throw my hands up, and shake my head.
“Will I be seeing you tonight?”, my mother asked right before ending our lovely conversation.
“Yes mother, I’ll come tonight for dinner”, I respond trying to get her off the phone.
“Now was that so hard, love you sweetheart see you later”, she says.
I’m upset the manager called my mother. That’s never happened before. Which must mean that my mother, has been searching for me for a while, and has everyone on the lookout. I hate when she does things like this. This is why I moved to New York, in the first place, to get away from all this. To start my own life, and make my own money, and do what I want to do.
I get dressed and head out on the town. My first destination is to my friend Dana, owner of Dana’s diner. Originally owned by her parents, was handed down to her when she graduated college. At first, they started off with only one diner but now she managed to expand the business to four different locations. One in San Diego, San Francisco, San Jose, and Los Angeles. The diner, named after Dana herself is well known to be the haven for celebrities to get a quick bite. It’s also known for catering exclusive events. If you ask anyone in California, they must know about Dana’s.
My father was in the military for Twenty years. Once he got out, my parents used all the funds they’ve saved and put it into their dream, a PR company. Just like Dana, I was supposed to take control of my parents’ business, but I have different plans. My parents are well known in the entertainment industry for PR in consulting work. In the beginning they started off small, with just a few clients. Then they got their big break when they worked with Jay Z. After that, business started booming for them. Their life became everything they’ve hoped for, but I had no interest in taking over the business, its boring to me. I know many people would consider working with celebrities an honor but, I’ve been around it my whole life. I can’t see myself doing this, for the rest of my life. My decision has brought them so much anger, to know that I did everything in my power to steer away from the family business. Although in my eyes, it shouldn’t be that big of a deal because, I’m adopted. My younger brother however, is their biological child. I know, I shouldn’t say it like that but, I think he deserves to have the business more than I do, and if you ask him, I guarantee he would say the same thing.
Once I arrive at what I knew to be the diner, I recognized nothing. The only marker left to show me that, I was in the right place sat on top of the storefront. There it is, “Dana’s” written in big letters. Definitely not the old storefront, that I’m used to, a brand new one with cursive italic words. A smile appears on my face when I look at the sign, then I walk into the diner and look around. To see a brand new renovated restaurant. It was bright and lively, with all the bodies that sat inside. I still feel the same energy as before. but with a more modernized feel. I had no doubt that Dana would, make this place her own, and that’s exactly what she did. I’m so proud of her. I spoke to her assistant earlier this morning, and she told me that Dana would possibly be at the Los Angeles location, for meetings. Although she has other locations, Los Angeles is home to her, so that’s where her office remains.
Walking to the main counter, where there is a young blonde girl taking orders, over the phone. When she spots me, she smiles and I could see her mouth saying, ” give me a minute”. I smile at her, indicating for her to take her time. I sat down on the first stool I spotted, patiently awaiting her assistance. As I get comfortable, looking around I’m drawn to the menu on the table. Looking through the menu, I see triple the amount of entrées that were once available for customers. Just reading through the menu, begins to make me hungry. Dana is definitely doing her thing with these diners. My eyes are glued to the menu, I hear the sound of heels clicking on the floor, getting closer. I look to put a face to the noise. As I look up I see Dana talking to one of her employees, close to the kitchen area. I quickly put down the menu and hop up off of the stool. Walking over to her, where her back is facing me and I interrupt, ” excuse me ma’am
Dana
Dana stops and turns around. Before she could speak a smile appears on her face, and she hugs me tight, “OMG, What are you doing here?”, she says before letting me go.
” I just thought it was time, to come home for a little bit.”
” yeah?! I know what  that means, there’s way more to the story than that”, she says crossing her arms.
I don’t respond, I just put my head down and cover my face with my left hand. I can never lie to her. That’s when she says, ” don’t worry about it we have enough time to get into the details”, she then looks back at her employee and says, “James we’ll finish this later”, he nodded his head and walks away then she turn back to me and continues, “OK so how are you?”
“I’m not sure I’m as good as you’re doing”, I say as I look around the diner smiling
“Oh you mean this old place, I only did a few renovations”, she says.
She guides us to sit in a booth that is across from where we are standing. As we sit down she looks at me for a few moments before speaking again, “I can’t believe you’re actually here”.
I think when I moved, the person that took it the hardest was Dana. Although she didn’t verbally tell me exactly how she felt. I knew that me moving was going to strongly impact her life. As I said before we did everything together, she was my backbone. She knew everything that was going on in my household and she knew how I felt. She never judged me or made me feel like less of a person, she was always there for me. As I sit down looking in her eyes, and she just stares back at me. I can see the happiness but I can also see the hurt in her eyes. I know I’d love to say, Victoria’s my best friend, but while I’m sitting here with Dana, I realize that this is going to remind me, of what a best friend really is. No secrets, no lies, just loyalty and love. I reach out and hold Dana’s hands, ” I needed to get away from the New York life, it was draining me.”
“I can imagine.”
“It Just feels good to be back here, with my real family.”
“So you know what this means right?”
“Oh yes! It’s been forever since we partied together and tonight is the night”, she said before she continues, ” I already have a table, with a few ladies. I would love for you to join us. I take that back you will be joining us”, she said demanding.
“Oh I should’ve been prepared for this.”
” I agree, but we still have time to get you out of it”, she said before she popped up from the table then saying, “I have a lot of meetings to do today, so I gotta go. But I will see you at 10.”
After leaving the diner, I drove around LA, for a bit before heading to my parents house. Entering into the compound, I knew that I would have to become a different person. Those few moments slowly dragging by as I park my car in front of my parents house. This is what people call anxiety at its best. I have no idea why This happens to me every time I go home. Taking a few moments to collect my thoughts, then getting out of the car. As I look around, everything looks exactly the same way I left it. I guess mom wanted everything to remain the same. As I’m reconnecting with the environment, I hear the front door open, turning around I spot my brother Jordan, standing at the double doors. Before actually walking up to him, we look at one another for a few moments in silence. Until he finally broke his intimidating frown, and walk down the steps to hug me.
Jordan
“What made you, decide to come back home?”, he says before letting go of me.

“I’m not coming back home, I’m just visiting.”

“However you want to say it, what made you decide to visit us?”
“I thought it was well overdue.”
“I could’ve told you that”, he says walking back up the steps to the front door, then turning back at me to say, “are you just gonna stand there, or are you going to come in the house? You’re not a stranger”. I don’t respond I just follow behind him, into the house closing the door behind myself.
Our huge chandelier, hung from the ceiling, as bright as can be. The steps meet like a bridge, from both ends of the wall. Beneath it was a walkway giving access to the kitchen. The floor and steps are marble and the walls are painted tan. My mother is all about elegance, everything in our house, is made to perfection for the eyes of our viewers. My mother was a woman of class and opinion. As opinionated as she is, she made sure her house was always setting the standard, for any possible guest that may be passing through. I continue walking into the house, making my way to the kitchen, where everyone is standing around the table. As I entered the room, all eyes turn to me. My father eventually pulls out the seat next to him, indicating for me to come sit down. I smile and walk over to the seat, gently sitting down and looking back at him. He smiles as he pushes my chair in. Sitting down next to me, as he looks at my mother who is sitting directly across from him, though i was so close to her, I wouldn’t look directly into my mother’s eyes. We all were around the table, staring at one another. This is the norm in my house, everything is always completely awkward until someone breaks the silence. Multiple times than none, it’s my father. For some reason he actually believes he’s funny, although super corny it’s just what we need, to get the family talking.
“So Christina, i hear you’re popping in the streets these days?”
I slowly turn my head to make direct eye contact, “what?”
“What’s Poppin?!” my dad says, hoping to get a laugh out of someone.
“Dad no”, I reply, but he just looks at me as if he did nothing wrong, that’s when I continue, “please don’t say that again”. He’s still looking at me wondering why. My brother, just shakes his head, and grinned the entire time.
“Can someone just say grace, so that I can start eating please?”, mother said with a complete attitude.
“I’ll Say grace”, Jordan says smiling as he puts his hand out for my parents to hold them. My father displayed a great smile as he placed his left hand, on top of my brothers right hand. My mother gracefully smiled and placed her hand upon my brothers right hand, and held it tight. I followed up and held both my mother, and my father’s hand. Together we are binded, and sharing this moment to acknowledge Christ, and what he means to us. We slowly followed up with, the bowing of our heads and closing our eyes. A few moments pass, and my brother begins praying, “heavenly father, we thank you for allowing us to be together again. For my sister to come back home and have dinner with us, like old times. Heavenly father I pray we enjoy our meal and thank our mother for the wonderful job she did with the food. Amen”. We all repeat Amen, before opening our eyes.
“Thank you son, for blessing the food, Now let’s dig in”, my mother says proudly.
As the food is being distributed, my mother took no time to begin her interrogation, “So, what’s the real reason for this reunion?”
“There wasn’t supposed to be a reunion, but you insisted that I come over here. So technically that’s the real reason for the reunion.”
“You will watch your tone when your in this house”, my father interjected as he pointed his fork in my direction, ” do you understand me?”
“Yes, I understand.”
After we got through our awkward stage, we had a nice family dinner. We laugh, joke, and talk about all the things that I’ve missed while I haven’t been around. My father wants to hear about everything that I’ve been doing in New York. My mother acting as if she’s engaged, but try to hold back her obnoxious comments. My brother asking question after question is if he just found his best friend. I’m glad we could sit down and have this amazing meal together, but the truth is always the same. After dinner I head to what was my old bedroom. Everything looks exactly the same. I take a shower, to get ready for my interesting night with Dana.
I put the finishing touches to my outfit, looking at myself in the mirror, and smiling at what I see. I’m wearing a, long sleeve, tight fitted, one piece suit made of metallic silver. I could see every curve in the mirror. I topped it with my favorite black stiletto heels. My hair is pinned up in a neat bun, accentuating my bone structure. I added an elegant pearl earring.
The next thing I know, Dana barges in my room, making a grand entrance, ” The queen has arrived”. She takes one look at me, begins yelling out as she skips over to me, ” that’s my best friend, that’s my best friend, you betta”, she said as she walked around me clapping. She knows exactly what to say to give me hyped up. As I listen to her chanting and clapping, I start dancing and twerking in front of her. She says laughing, ” I swear we think alike”, I say as I look her up and down. She’s wearing an all black long sleeve one piece.
As we stepped outside, still laughing, I see an all black Escalade sitting in front of the door, with a man in a suit waiting with his hands folded. We stepped down the steps and straight into the black vehicle.
I’m very surprised to see that Dana had a driver, she was always the type to want to driver self around. I guess a lot has changed since I’ve left, hopefully for the better. The drive to the club, didn’t have much talking. Dana just kept pouring champagne and drinking, bump into the music. I won’t lie, I took a few sips of champagne and vibe to the music, but I was more worried about what I was going to see once I got into the club. When we pulled up to the front of the club, the driver open the door for us. I smiled at him as I got out and Dana followed. There was tight rope on two sides, leading to the entrance way by the red carpet. On the side there are lines wrapped around the building with people waiting to get in. As usual we just step to the front, Dana hugs the bouncer before both of us walk in. As we step into the club, it’s full wall-to-wall people. A young lady that works there, guides Dana and I to our table. The table is sort of, in front of the stage but secluded from the rest of the club. The young lady moves the tight rope for us to sit down. Already at the table there were about four women. I have never met anyone of these ladies before. When they saw Dana’s face, they all got excited and rushed up to hug her. I just found a comfortable seat and sat down, while Dana interacted with her associates. As I’m pouring myself some champagne, Dana introduces her associates to me. I smile and nod my head as if I’m totally interested, in meeting them.
“Hi! Dana talks about you all the time”, One of the young lady says and she hugs me tight. I’m a little thrown off by her enthusiasm. The other young lady follows up and hugs me also, but doesn’t say anything but smile. Where the hell did Dana find these, goofy ass girls. They’re cute, but nothing about them really stands out to me. After the introduction, I make my way to the dance floor. On my third glass of champagne it begins to kick in. I began dancing my life away, that’s when I noticed an attractive male staring at me as I dance. I know, I said that I wouldn’t focus on men while in LA, but the way he staring at me, makes me want to rethink things a bit. I break eye contact with him and get Dana’s attention to join me on the dance floor, but she was preoccupied with some other guy. I can’t fully make out what he looks like. After spending a few moments trying to get her attention, I decided to walk over to her to realize that she’s talking to my brother Jordan. I’m a bit confused, because Jordan was in the house when I left. When did he have time to get ready? And why is Dana and him so close to one another? A bunch of thoughts begin roaming through my head.
As I approach them, I simply ask, ” Jordan what the hell are you doing here?”
He turns around with the irritating smile he always gives me, “The same reason you’re here”
“I’m here, because my best friend…”, I say with an attitude. But as I repeat the words back to myself, I realize something didn’t seem right. I turn to Dana and ask her, ” what is he doing here?”
“To party, like the rest of us”, she says naïvely”
As I attempt to interrogate them some more. A man reaches from behind me, and grab the champagne bottle. Due to my irritation, with my brother already being here. I’m not ready to have anyone that close to me. As I turn around to give him a piece of my mind, I realize it’s the man that was staring at me on the dance floor. For some reason in that moment, the words couldn’t fully come out. I just began blushing, like a little girl. He says nothing, just pours the champagne, while staring at me. He smiles as he hands me the glass, reaching over me once more, to grab another, then pours it directly in front of me. Putting down the champagne bottle and holding up our glass, we clinch our glass together. He nods his head and smiles, then takes a sip of champagne. Throughout our entire interaction, he says nothing, just looks at me with that smile. I don’t know, what came over me. I lean in and kiss him, lasting for a A few moments, I step back in shock of my behavior. I can tell in his eyes, that he was just as surprised. He just picks up his glass, and takes another sip. I’m not sure why he’s not talking, but the silence is doing something to me. I enjoy the rest of the night. I’m glad, that I came out with Dana. Although I’m still skeptical about her and Jordan.
The next morning, I wake up with my head pounding. Should’ve known, this is how I’m going to feel, after my third drink. When things in the room became blurry, I didn’t stop, just kept on going. Drinking with an attractive man, that I’ve yet to get his name. The way I behaved last night, is unlike anything that I’ve done before. With escorting, I never have to do much, but be there and smile. Last night I put forth effort, to impress this man. Why? I still don’t have the answer. Attempting to get up a few times, but my body will not allow me to. As I lay in the bed staring at the ceiling, I reach over to the side table, picking up the phone then I press 9, to call the front desk. The phone rings a couple times before someone answers, “Hello, my name is Seth. This is the front desk, how may I help you?”, says the voice on the other end. Still laying in the same position, I say, “Can I get a vegetable omelet, with toast and coffee please…to room 56”. The man says politely, “No problem, it will be up to you shortly”.
“Thank you”, I say before hanging up the phone. Staring at the wall once again, finally force myself to get up. Slowly leaning up to sit at the edge of the bed. Taking a couple of deep breaths, then going to the bathroom. Turning on the warm water, I undress, it takes me forever to finally get my clothes off. Then step into the shower, one foot at a time. Standing underneath the shower for a while, feels amazing. When I begin to feel myself fall asleep, I quickly wash myself up and step out the shower. Grab the robe I have hanging on the bathroom door. While in the bedroom, I begin to lather myself with my scented lotion. I hear a knock at the door. Finishing up my lathering, I head to the door. When I open it, there is a male standing in front of me, with a cart. Stepping aside to indicate for him to come in, he roles the cart into the room, stopping midpoint and turns back to look at me.
“Is there something else I can help you with?”, he says to me with a smile.
“No! That will be all”, I reply with a smile.
He nods his head and says, “Okay!  Have a good day”. Then walks out of the room.
“You too”, I say as I close the door behind him.
Later, I decide to meet with Dana at her diner. Once I step into the diner, I realize that the diner is packed. I look around for a moment, trying to find a table to sit at. I notice my brother in the back of the diner, sitting at a booth. As I make my way over to him, I realize he’s sitting with someone else. I can’t make out the persons face. Once I get close enough, I realize it’s the guy from last night. I instantly feel a rush going through my body. I don’t want him to see me, I embarrassed myself during our last encounter. How is he going to look at me? All the thoughts roll through my mind at the same time, that I don’t realize that I have made it to their table.
Jordan looks at me confused, “Wassup?”
“I could ask you the same thing”, I say with my hand on my hips.
Jordan interjects with confidence, “This is our spot, remember you have been gone for a while.”
I reply, “Well I’m back now so…”
I look over at this handsome male, who is now staring at me, like he did on the dance floor. I try hard to be cute, then I smile at him, “I’m sorry, I don’t think we formally introduced ourselves”
Michael
“I’m Michael”, he says in the most pleasant voice.
“Christina”, I say moments after him. I then ask him, “Are you friends with my younger brother?”
“Yeah! He’s aight”, he replies.
“How old are you?”, I ask.
“Not as young as you maybe thinking”, he says smiling.
We both are playing this attention game. He won’t give in and I won’t either. I can stare at him all day. He has a natural swag, that I can’t put in exact words. Dana comes from her office and joins us at the booth.
“You made it! How you feeling?”, she ask me giggling.
“Im okay now”, I say with a slight grin. As my memory begins to come back to me, I try to interrogate Dana again, “Why were you and Jordan so close to one another, last night?”. I can tell everyone at the table wants to ignore me, but I continue, “I don’t get why you two were so intimate”. Jordan gets irritated with all my question, that he interrupts the conversation to say, “Dana’s my girl”, he then grabs her by the waist and smiles. Dana quickly pushes away from him and says, “not here”, she starts looking around to make sure no one is looking.
“Im sorry, did you say your girl?”, I ask calmly.
Jordan smiles and looks at Dana. Dana won’t even look at me.
“Eeeewwwwww!!! When did this happen?”, I ask Dana.
“I don’t know, a while”, Dana says trying to play it off.
At this point I’m boiling, suddenly Michael grabs my hand and say, “Let’s get out of here”. We both make our way out of the restaurant, and into Michael’s car that is waiting outside.
TO BE CONTINUED…
FAN FICTION!!!!! 💋

(It’s Because I Love You) Chapter 9 – Victoria Has Good News

VICTORIA

I know it’s absolutely ridiculous, that I can even be upset with him. I’m pissed off with the both of them. I don’t have a good reason but I am. Victoria standings in front of me telling me all this and she wants me to be happy. Why exactly would I be happy? Then again she doesn’t even know. I wonder if I should tell her? But if I tell her would she think different of me? She would probably call me a liar and a backstabber. I don’t know if she would ever trust me again.

“Christina are you even listening to me?”, Victoria asks as she snaps her finger in my face. I quickly snap back to the conversation, “My bad I was thinking about something else”. She shook her head and drops herself onto the couch, “Well can you please come back to earth, because I really need your help to make a decision”. This is the most interesting thing I’ve ever heard in my life. She wants me to help her make a decision, on whether she should move in with my man. I have no right to say my man but that’s the way it has always been. “Okay, do you really want to move in with him?”. Victoria is silent for a second before actually responding to me, “I think I do. I don’t know what it is, about him he makes me feel different. I wasn’t looking to feel anything but I do. I don’t want to make a dumb mistake but he’s pulling in every word. I’ve never been so valuable to anyone. Christina you don’t even understand, this shit got me twisted. Embarrassing for me to say out loud”.

CHRISTINA

She said this shit got her twisted, This shit got me twisted. Victoria is a woman, who doesn’t fall for anyone. Has now fallen in love with Omar. I really wish this is a joke she’s playing.

“Damnit Christina, are you even listening to me? Every time that you’re complaining about Trey, I listen. Even when I think what you’re saying is dumb, I still listen. Now I’m dealing with this shit and you keep tuning out. I find that very disrespectful”, she says that she gets up off the couch and stands directly in front of me.

“I promise you I’m not doing it intentionally, but I have a lot going on right now. I promise I’m listening”, I said trying to convince her continuing, “If you feel like that’s the best decision for you, then follow your heart. Don’t do it with the intention that you’re going to get something out of it. Just be genuine”. My began phone ringing. When I look at the screen, a smile appeared on my face. I quickly pick up the phone and respond with complete excitement, “Hey what’s up?”. The voice on the other end of the phone spoke, “I was just thinking about you and thought I’d call. I miss you already, maybe I overreacted maybe we can figure something out”. I’m listening to him speak smiling inside, then I look over at Victoria and a smile appears on my face, again. I then respond, “Oh really, that sounds great but I can’t talk right now. Victoria is over here giving me the best news”. The voice on the other end of the phone didn’t speak again. There’s silence on the phone for a couple seconds before I respond, “You too bye”. I’m laughing inside because I know what happens next. Omar is going to show up at my house. He’s going to try to convince me that what I have been told is far from the truth. He’s going to beg me to forgive him. I’ve played this game so many times and I’m ready for it this time.

“Who was that?”, Victoria ask as she flips through her phone. I just put my phone down and respond, “ my nosy ass cousin, that girl is so annoying”. Victoria looks up at me, “Your mother’s sisters daughter?”. I just quickly respond, “Yeah that one”.

“Back to what I was saying, should I do it?”, Victoria asks again. I know she only wants to hear one answer so I just tell her what she wants to hear, “Of course you should move in with him”. She jumps up off the couch and hug me ridiculously tight, “I knew you would give me the best advice”, she said as she grabs her things and run out of the front door.

After she leaves, I went in the bathroom to take a long hot shower. As I’m standing underneath the scorching hot water. I begin to think about everything that’s going on. The fog from the hot water fills the entire bathroom. All the pain I’ve been feeling isn’t in my control, but being underneath the hot water is all I can control. I stand there close to what seems like an hour, crying my eyes out. All of this doesn’t seem fair. Im always tried to play my cards right, I always try to be a good person but things, of this nature, always happens to me. After giving myself time from all the crying. I finally shut the water off and step out of the tub. I made my way to my bedroom and underneath my sheets. I toss and turn for an hour to get some sleep but nothing. After getting tired in the same spot I get up and go to the kitchen to make a cup of tea, hoping that would finally put me to sleep. As I turn on the stove, I heard a knock at the door. My first instinct told me to ignore it. I honestly don’t want to talk to anyone. Before I can continue, I heard rattling at the door. Speeding into the room, I grab the first shirt that I could find.

OMAR

Before I can walk back into the kitchen Omar stands right in front of me. Him appearing out of nowhere, almost makes me trip over my own foot as I step back. I forgot that Omar knows where I kept my spare key. Whenever he’s in the mood, he uses the key to let himself in and cooks for me. Whenever I have something on my mind, I eat with no guidance and Omar makes the best stress food. He makes his famous barbecue baked ribs, turkey neck collar greens, baked beans and cornbread. I always joke around telling him, he can make the perfect housewife with that kind of cooking. This is the side of Omar that many will never see. Omar and I have gotten into it so many times because of females. I have no right to get upset but I do. I’m so used to it now, that I just get upset for the steamy hot sex that occurs after our arguments. He stands in front of me are waiting for me to speak. I just act like he doesn’t exist and walk around him, to the kitchen, where the hot water is boiling on the stove. I walk over to the stove to turn it off but as I’m about to put my hand on the dial, Omar came from behind me and turns it off before I can. I can feel him breathing on my neck waiting for me utter my first words. He finally says, “Are you hungry?”. I ignore every word that came out of his mouth, reaching up into the cabinet to grab a teabag. He notices that I’m struggling so he grabs a teabag and places it in my cup and then pour the hot water on top of it. He knows how I like my tea. He finishes it up and handed it to me. Still not speaking to him, I grab my tea and took my first sip as I lean on the counter. “Are you going to at least say something?”, he says with frustration. I look at him and finally reply, “What exactly would you like me to say?”. He respond guilty, “ I don’t know, whatever you want to say, just say something”. I feel like I have the right not to speak to him. He’s the one that keeps making irrational decisions and this time its with my friend. Everything in me begin boiling so I just blurt out, “So are you really going to move in with her?”. He looks me directly in my eyes and shakes his head, “If she accepts, I have no choice but to allow her to move in. Besides I haven’t had a woman around the house in a while. I actually miss it”. Before I can even respond to his ignorance my phone rang. Omar looks at me waiting for me to make a move, so remain in the same position. After a few moments, he gets irritated and follows the ringing to finds my phone in the couch. When he picks it up the screen read Trey. I can see the anger in his face. He immediately answered the phone, “I’m gonna say this once, don’t call this number back again”. Before Trey gets a word out, Omar hangs up the phone then glances at me. “What the fuck is your problem”, I say as I rush over to him and grab my phone out of his hand continuing, “You have no fucking right to come in my house, pick up my phone and hang up on someone”. I view the last call and try to call back. As soon as the phone touches my ear he snatches the phone and ends the call. “Get out”, I try to say calmly. “I’m not going nowhere”, he says standing unapologetic in front of me. I want so bad to pick something up and hit him with it but I can’t. I just repeat myself with a more intense tone, “Get Out”. It takes everything out of me to keep my cool with this man. Eventually I’m out raged at the fact that Omar is standing in front of me refusing to leave my apartment. I don’t know what’s gotten into me but the next thing I know I had a knife in his face. As I’m standing here reflecting on the fact that I’m holding a knife in front of his face I gather my thoughts. Before I can actually put my knife down, Omar reaches in the back of his pants and pulling out his gun. Pointing it directly in my face he then says, “Christina put your knife down, this is not what you want to do right now”. The last time Omar and I went toted toe, it didn’t work out well. I’m standing here looking in his eyes. While crying my eyes out, I say once more, “Please get out”.

FICTIONAL!!!!!!!

TO BE CONTINUED…