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For the Love of Felicia

For the Love of Felicia (Part 1)

“Terrence, why do you have to leave? When are you going to move in with me and your baby boy?”

“Why do you do this every time I come over?” Terrence asked. “You about to make me stop coming over here at all, Felicia!” he said sounding irritated.

Attempting to ease the tension that was created, Felicia softly responded, “I’m sorry, baby. It’s just that I miss you when you’re gone and I’m ready for us to be a family. You know how much I love you. And your son needs you around on a consistent basis.”

Walking up and leaning down to kiss Felicia on the forehead, Terrence said, “I love both of you too. You already know what I’m dealing with. Don’t pressure me as if I don’t want to be here. I gotta go. I will be back soon.”

“Ok, Terrence,” Felicia sadly replied. She reached out to grab Terrence for a hug but he quickly walked to the front door and left.

With Terrence gone, Felicia went to check on her 7-month old son, Terrence Hakim Jones, Jr., named after his 32-year old father. TJ was happily playing with the toys on his play mat, in his playpen, oblivious to the reckless behavior of his parents. As Felicia watched TJ play, she wondered when Terrence would be back again. She never knew when he was coming until he showed up. Sometimes he would be there every day of the week, then other times he would stay gone for weeks at a time.

Before Felicia could completely zone out, her cell phone started ringing. She grabbed it from the kitchen counter and answered it once she saw who it was. “Hey, girl. How are you doing?”

“I think I’m doing better than you sound,” her best friend Jessica responded. “What’s wrong with you? Or do I even have to ask?”

“Girl, you already know. Terrence just left,” Felicia miserably said.

“For real, when are you going to leave his butt alone? He was no good when you started messing with him and still no good. Just because you guys had my beautiful nephew, TJ, that doesn’t make him good now.”

“But he said that what me and him have is different from what he is used to going through. And the way he treats me, I believe him.”

“Which is part of your problem, Felicia. How is it different? How does he treat you? He goes home to a long-time girlfriend and their three kids. Aside from her, he has two other kids by two other women. Who knows how many more are out there? You should have never gotten involved with him. Just because you have a kid, that doesn’t mean you have to stay with this dude. Well, you ain’t even together, so I really don’t know what you are doing.”

All Felicia could ask was, “Why are you always lecturing me?” Deep down, she knew that her best friend’s words were true.

“Because I love you, girl! You know you’re the sister I never had! Besides, you’re young, only 28-years old, beautiful, and all of these ELIGIBLE men knocking at your door. I’m waiting for you to get some sense and leave Terrence alone. Get your child support order and run!” Jessica started laughing at her own words.

 

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Trapped in the Attic

Trapped in the Attic (Part 6)

Things are becoming so foggy and my vision is blurred. Why does my body feel so heavy? Where am I at? This doesn’t look like the attic any more. I can see white walls through the thick fog. I hear some faint, steady beeps. The beeps are getting louder and the walls are getting brighter. There is a flat screen television mounted on the white wall. The picture is starting to come into focus and I can tell that an episode of Law and Order SVU is playing. I have seen most of them, so I have probably seen this one too.

I try to get up, but I am tangled in cords. As the fog lifts, I see that I have tubes and lines and monitors attached to my body. I attempt to turn my head to get a look around, only to feel a sharpness in my neck. Struggling to get my hand up, I follow a line that leads to my neck; it’s attached to a needle stuck in the side of my neck. It must be an IV line. Not having to explore any further, I know that I’m in a hospital room.

Before I can do anything else, in walks my mommy, so excited to see me! “Hey, sweet pea!” she excitedly says. “I’m so happy to see you awake! Promise me you will finally stop scaring me like this!”

“Mommy, I’m fine. What happened?” I don’t know why I asked the question because I have a pretty good idea.

“Oh, my sweet baby,” my mommy starts off real soft, sounding extremely heartbroken. “You went on another one of your binges. You know that you can’t make it through all of them. This stuff that you insist on putting into your body is going to kill you. I don’t know what I would do if you died, baby.”

“Mommy, I promise I will get help. You know I have a lot of things going on…some things that I can’t even explain to myself.”

“Where did I go wrong with you, April?”

“You did all that you could. None of this is your fault. I’m just weak. I didn’t take after how strong you are, being able to raise me on your own and providing me with everything I ever needed or wanted.”

“Sweet pea, you have said that you would get help before. How many more rehab centers do you need to enter before something works?”

“Mommy, I have gone through so much in my life, some things that you don’t even know about. Give me time to get it together.”

“Time is what you don’t have. April, you have already destroyed your body. If the drugs don’t kill you, it will be a side effect of the drugs that do.”

“I hear you. But just trust me to do what I have to do. When can I go home?” My mom was starting to irritate me, acting like I have no control over my life.

“I don’t know, sweet pea. Let me go talk to the doctor,” my mommy says as she starts walking out of the room.

I know that I can get better. I can fix myself. I don’t need anyone else to tell me what I already know. Rehab, treatment, or whatever, will have to wait until I can get this pain under control. My mommy has me thinking too much, something I don’t like to do. It only makes me feel worse. Sometimes it’s better not to feel anything. First thing first…I have to get out of here. This pain is becoming unbearable and I need another hit.

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Trapped in the Attic

Trapped in the Attic (Part 5)

Uggghhhh! I am so frustrated! Why am I still stuck in this attic? Why is it that everyone is ignoring my request to get me out of here? I can’t take much more of this…I really can’t! All of this is starting to make my head hurt. Maybe that is a good thing because I haven’t been feeling anything since I have been in this attic.

My head is starting to hurt so bad that I start stumbling around the attic. As I’m moving around, I bump into an old wooden nightstand. There are rings permanently marked in the wood from drinks being set directly on the surface. It could use a good cleaning and polishing, and maybe even a sanding, due to all of the scratches and burn marks that probably hold many secrets. If only its scars could talk.

I pull open the top drawer and jump back, a little startled. The drawer looks like it was snatched straight from a pharmacy or trap house. There are enough prescription pills to take away a lifetime of pain. From the back of the dusty drawer, I pull out a small, black pouch. I unzip the pouch to find a good amount of heroin, some syringes, and a dirty spoon. Who in the world needs this much of a supply?

Before I close the drawer, something on one of the bottles catches my eye. It is a prescription for morphine. You have to be in a lot of pain to have a morphine prescription! As I continue to read the bottle, I see that it is prescribed to April M. McClendon. That’s me! Wait…what? I start scanning all of the bottles, all of which are prescribed to me. There is oxycodone, Xanax, and Valium, just to name a few. Hold up! So if these bottles are mine, then that means the heroin is mine too!

None of this is making any sense right now. My head is pounding! Why is it hurting so badly? As I raise my hands to massage my head, I get a glimpse of my arms. It shocks me so much that I stumble backwards until I’m leaning against a wall for support. Both of my arms contain track marks. Someone could play connect-the-dots along the length of my arms. If that isn’t crazy enough, I see scarring in the webbing between my fingers.

I need a minute, maybe two. Things aren’t making any sense right now. Where is my mommy? Now is the time I really need her to get me out of this attic. Too much stuff is starting to run through my head and I don’t know how to decipher all of it. I have to get out of this attic now! It’s not fun in here anymore.

I have to take something to make my head stop hurting. I go back in the direction of the nightstand but it isn’t there. Where did it go? I know there is something in there to make this pain go away. How does an entire nightstand just up and disappear? I won’t be able to take this pain too much longer.

“Somebody help me!” I’m yelling at the top of my lungs but I hear nothing. I wish I felt nothing too!

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Trapped in the Attic (Part 4)

This is so frustrating! What is happening and why is no one hearing me? The room seems to have no end to it. In my state of confusion, I manage to trip and fall over a stack of books. They are some old Dr. Seuss books like Green Eggs and Ham, Horton Hears a Who!, and the ultimate classic, The Cat in the Hat. I have a lot of memories of reading these books with my mommy. These are the books that got me to love reading.

There was a period in my life when I can recall simple times. I didn’t worry as much or get so lost. Somewhere along the way, things got a little messed up for me and those around me. I can’t remember where stuff got all messed up. I want to go back to sitting with my mommy and reading my books. Since I can’t, I have to figure out how to make things simple again, if it’s not too late.

Where is my mom so I can talk to her? I need my happy times back. I know that she can help me get them back. She has told me that before. “Mommy, where are you?”

“How is my sweet pea doing today? I don’t know why you like to make me worry so much,” I hear my mom answer me.

“I’m so sorry for worrying you. I get so confused sometimes and don’t know what else to do,” I tell her.

“If you keep this up, there will be a time when you won’t be able to come back from this. Why would you want to do that to me?”

“Mommy, I promise that I will try harder. It just gets so rough sometimes and I can’t handle it.”

“You are worth so much more than this. April, you have to do the work though and stop running from everything,” my mommy says as she starts to cry.

I don’t like to hear my mom cry. “Please don’t cry, Mommy! I’m right here…I didn’t run away.”

“Do you know why I named you April? It wasn’t because you were born in April, though it fits. I named you April because it’s a time of growth. Things come back to life after appearing dead throughout the winter. I see growth in you. I need you to see what I see, baby. The April showers make things blossom. Well, I’m crying over you, sweet pea! It’s time for you to bloom.”

“Mommy, I will be fine. I have to get my mind and feelings right. I don’t expect you to understand everything that I go through, especially because I don’t understand it all. I’m still trying to comprehend when and where things started going downhill for me. When I get that part, then I know I will be better.”

“Well, sweet pea, I will see you soon. I hope you are listening to me.”

I hear my mom start walking across the room. “Mommy, where are you going? Why are you leaving me here? I swear I’m listening to you! Please don’t leave me in this attic. I’m ready to come out now! Mommy!”

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Trapped in the Attic (Part 3)

Dang it! I can hear my mommy again. Why hasn’t she come to get me yet? “Mommy! Mom! Mother!” I keep yelling for her but she isn’t responding.

I heard her say my name so I know that she’s talking about me. “I’m in here, Mom! I’m trapped in the attic again!” I can’t scream any louder than I already am. I get up from the floor to pound on the door, but I’m too late because I can hear her footsteps getting faint. Maybe she will find me next time.

Who knows how long I’m going to be in this attic. I guess I will continue to reminisce until mommy finds me. I go over to some boxes in the corner because I see some white lace sticking out and want to know what it is. As I pull it out of the box, I see that it’s a wedding veil and wedding dress. I can’t remember anyone getting married so I don’t know who it belongs to.

I think I was going to get married before. I can’t remember. Maybe I just had a boyfriend. Holding this wedding dress in my hand is bringing back a few memories. I had a fiancé, not just a boyfriend. But I messed it up some kind of way. Yeah, I had one too many episodes for him. I feel bad when it happens. The last time, he left me because I rammed his car with mine. If only he could understand what goes on in my mind. I will find somebody one day that will.

So this was supposed to be my wedding dress, I think. Maybe I will be able to wear it one day. Or maybe I should really just stay by myself. My mommy does well taking care of me. She understands when I have episodes. They aren’t all extremely bad. I have to admit that I do get out of hand sometimes. That is when I end up in the attic. This is my safe place; a place where I don’t have to worry about anything except how and when I’m getting out.

Time seems to stand still when I’m in the attic. It’s when I get out that I realize how much time has really passed. My mommy says that she hopes I stop taking trips to the attic. She is afraid that she won’t be able to find me one day. I don’t know why if she already knows where I am. She worries too much. This may be my last trip to the attic just for her sake.

There is a man outside of the attic door. I can’t tell who he is talking to, but I can hear him say, “She may not be coming out of this one. It was pretty bad this time. We need to talk about possibly making other arrangements.”

What arrangements is he talking about? Who is he talking about? Someone must be seriously doing badly. Why is this man even talking outside of my door and where is my mommy? I’m not liking this at all!

“Someone come help me! Get me out of here!” Why is it that I can hear everybody but no one can hear me? I can’t pound on this door any harder than I am already.

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Trapped in the Attic

Trapped in the Attic (Part 2)

So April Michelle McClendon is my name and I’m 24 years old. I have the same almond-brown skin tone as my beautiful mother. I’m even tall and skinny like her, if you think that 5’8” is tall. I do because I am taller than other girls I hang out with. Plus my mommy says that we are tall and she is never wrong.

Speaking of my mommy, where is she at? I don’t want to be in this attic all day. I have things to do; I can’t remember what they are, but I know that I have things to do. I don’t know if I even told my mommy I was going to explore in the attic. But she should know because it’s one of my favorite places to go. While I wait for her to find me, I will keep looking around. First, let me finish looking at all the pretty pictures.

I think I hear someone outside of the door. “Is that you, Mommy?” I ask. “Hello, can you hear me?” I’m practically screaming and banging on the door but they still don’t seem to hear me. “Mommy, I’m in here!” I yell one more time hoping that she will hear me.

I can’t understand why she doesn’t hear me because I can hear her. Maybe it’s because she is talking to someone. I do hear other voices with her. It sounds like a lady and a man. What could she possibly be doing? Maybe she reported me missing. I think she did report me missing that one time; she got to me before the search party did. It could have been more than once because I seem to go missing a lot.

Getting back to the pictures, I come across one with a young woman dressed up in an Army uniform. The woman is me. I do remember my four long years in the Army. I couldn’t get out fast enough! I joined before I even graduated from high school, and left for boot camp in Fort Jackson, SC immediately after graduation. During those four long years, I managed to get deployed for two and a half of those years; twice to Iraq and once to Afghanistan.

I can remember some things going wrong during my second deployment, which made it worse when I deployed for the third and final time. People tell me all the time that I should talk about what happened, talk about my feelings. But those same people would not understand if I did decide to tell them. I think people tell you to talk to them because they are nosey. Then the professionals seem to give the same speeches, so I don’t think they really care either. My mommy tries to listen, but I don’t like the hurt I see on her face when I tell her some of the things I went through and some of the thoughts I still have.

What do I do instead? I drink my feelings away. If I’m not drinking, I’m probably high off some of the many prescription pills I get from the Veteran Affairs hospital. They like to give you grocery bags full of narcotics that keep you numb but fix nothing. There are times when I may overdo it. Then my mommy will nurse me back to health. She is such a great mommy!

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Trapped in the Attic

Dammit! I can’t believe I did it again! I don’t know why I don’t prop open the door when I decide to reminisce in the attic. You would think that I would learn by now since it’s happened so many times. It’s becoming a regular occurrence. Dang, and I forgot what I was coming up here for. I hate when that happens, probably more than getting locked up here. I’m really just hoping that it won’t be days until someone lets me out. That has happened before, and it wasn’t a good time.

There is so much stuff up here! I always find something new because nothing is organized. If someone said they would pay me a million dollars to locate a specific item, I wouldn’t be able to do it. It’s really that bad up here! Maybe one day I will be able to get everything situated. Every time I try, I seem to get sidetracked. That might be why some people tell me that I’m absent-minded. I don’t get it because I don’t even know how someone can be without a mind.

But anyway, let me try to figure out why I came up here in the first place. I guess I can start with this box right here. It looks pretty beat up, so it must be old. The light-brown cardboard forming the box looks like it has seen better days. I don’t want to move it too much because it may fall apart. The joints of the flaps are barely holding on and the box isn’t even a real square anymore. It looks as if it has sustained a spill or splash from some kind of foreign liquid, a time or two in its lifetime.

When I look inside the box, the first thing I see is a dusty blue photo album, simply labeled “Photos”. I pull it out of the box and sit cross-legged on the raggedy, creaky wooden floor. I always love to look at old pictures. They bring back so many memories. Unlike other people my age, I prefer to look at pictures I can hold instead of looking at them digitally. I swear technology ruins so many beautiful things.

The first picture I see when I open the album is of a beautiful Black woman wearing her hair braided in long cornrows with beads, holding a chunky baby girl with a head full of curly charcoal black hair. The woman has an almond brown complexion and the baby girl’s is slightly lighter. They must be mother and daughter because their outfits are coordinated, as both are wearing pink and blue dresses. It looks like a happy time because they are smiling from ear to ear.

I turn over the picture and see the words “Betty and April” in cursive writing. Hey! April is my name! And Betty is my mom! This must be a picture of me as a baby. Now I know for sure that it’s a happy picture! I have the best mommy in the whole world! She will probably be the one unlocking the attic door for me like she normally does. My mommy always finds me when I lock myself in places like this attic.

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Status…It’s Complicated (Part 10)

As Toni moved out of the way for the law enforcement officers to come through the front door, Natasha was being ushered back into the living room by more officers. “What did you do, Natasha?” Toni was pleading to know.

“All that I did, I did for us, baby! I told you that I love you and would do anything for us! Do you believe me now?” Natasha asked looking a bit deranged.

One of the plain clothes officers removed the now crying Devin from her arms before placing her in handcuffs and reading Natasha her rights. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning. Do you understand these rights?”

Natasha whispered, “Yes.”

“Natasha, what did you do? Did you kill Bryan?” Toni begged to know.

Softly, Natasha responded, “I didn’t kill him, but I did make him suffer.” Natasha started to laugh.

One of the officers explained to Toni that some of the charges against Natasha were kidnapping and assault and battery. Apparently, after Natasha physically satisfied herself and Bryan, she drugged him just enough so that he couldn’t fight back. Once he was subdued, she handcuffed his naked body to the bed. While handcuffed, she carved “Release Me” into his chest, along with her initials “N. S.”

If that wasn’t enough craziness and thoughtless planning, Natasha left Bryan’s cell phone within reach of his handcuffed hand; she wanted him to be able to call if he wanted something. Of course Bryan called the police. If Natasha was lucky, she would get a nice stay in a mental institution for her apparent psychotic break.

With Natasha gone, in the custody of law enforcement, and baby Devin taken back to his father, Toni sat to gather her thoughts. Her emotions were all over the place, from happy to distraught, to not even caring. She had to talk about it with someone, so she grabbed her cell to call Ashanti.

“What’s up, sexy?” Ashanti asked when she answered the phone.

“You won’t even believe what happened!”

“If it has anything to do with Natasha, then I probably can’t.”

Toni explained what had transpired, which momentarily left Ashanti speechless on the other end of the phone call. “Say something, Ashanti. I know you have something to say.”

“I mean, I’m trying to be serious, but, ummm, I told you that Natasha was crazy,” Ashanti said laughing uncontrollably. “You need to be more selective of the company you keep.”

“Damn, you couldn’t even give me 24 hours before you told me that you were right?” Toni was laughing as she asked the question.

“Seriously, I’m happy that no one was really hurt. It could have been much worse. Look at this way…you have been released!” Ashanti couldn’t help herself.

“Such a freakin’ comedian! I’ma let you slide…for now. On to more pressing issues…you know I need some consoling right now. Spending some more time with you will make me feel better about my release.”

“Ashanti always has you when you need me. Come on.”

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Status…It’s Complicated (Part 9)

When Toni pulled into her garage, she knew that Natasha was home because her BMW was parked on the left side as usual. Toni figured that Natasha was trying to prove a point by not calling at all while she was out. Whatever the reason, she didn’t plan to stick around too long to find out. Toni just wanted to make sure Natasha was still alive and grab a few things before going back to Ashanti.

Natasha was standing in the kitchen when Toni walked in. She looked like she had recently taken a shower because her hair was wet. Then again, it was kind of strange, given the fact that she had a standing weekly hair appointment. Before thinking about it any further, Toni said, “What’s up, Natasha?”

“Hey, baby, how was your night?” Natasha asked sounding as if all things were good between them.

A little hesitant, Toni responded, “It was good. How was yours?”

“I had a good time. I had time to think about all that you said.”

“Oh yeah? What did you think about?”

“I know why you’re so weary of fully committing to me. I get that I have been saying for a couple of years now, that I was going to end things with Bryan so that we could become one. I really love you and don’t want to lose you,” Natasha said grinning from ear to ear.

Noticing how happy Natasha appeared, Toni asked, “Why are you so happy?”

Walking up to grab Toni’s forearms, Natasha kissed her on the lips then said, “I am really in love with you and have finally started doing what I need to so that we can always be together. And…I have a surprise for you!”

Still unsure of how to react, Toni cautiously asked, “What is the surprise?”

Skipping like a school girl, Natasha pulled Toni by the hand and led her to the living room. Sleeping on the couch was her baby boy, Devin. In the few years that they had been living together, Toni could count on one hand how many times Bryan allowed Devin to come over. Something was up, and Toni wanted to know what it was.

“Obviously, you talked to Bryan. So how long is Devin here? For the day?” Toni questioned.

“He is here with us forever! The three of us are going to be a happy family!”

“So Bryan just let you take Devin all of a sudden? Why do I find that hard to believe?”

“I put my foot down, baby! I put my foot down for our love! So now we have Devin and will be a family!”

“Come on now, Natasha. How is this possible? I can’t believe that he would give in after how things have been.”

“Baby, I told you that I would do anything for you. Don’t you remember when I said that?”

“Yeah, but you always saying that. What did you do, Natasha?” Toni asked starting to get scared to hear the truth.

Before Natasha could answer, there was loud banging on the front door. It was so loud, that Devin woke up. Natasha snatched Devin up from the couch and started to run back through the kitchen to the garage. Confused, Toni went to open the front door. All kinds of scenarios started playing through her head as she stared at law enforcement officers in uniform and plain clothes.

“What the fuck did you do?” Toni whispered.

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Status…It’s Complicated (Part 8)

Sleepily waking up a little after noon, Toni and Ashanti ordered room service to replenish their expended nutrients. While waiting for their food to arrive, they stretched, untangling their bodies only for Toni to pull Ashanti back into her embrace. “Where do you think you’re going?” Toni playfully asked Ashanti.

Covering her mouth, Ashanti answered, “I was going to put some toothpaste in this mouth. Didn’t want my breath to knock you back out.”

“You know I care nothing about a little morning breath.”

“Because you’re nasty,” Ashanti said laughing.

“Give me a kiss and maybe I will let you go.”

Obliging Toni’s request, Ashanti gave her a quick kiss on the lips before pulling free to go into the bathroom.

As Toni watched her walk away, she spoke, “Thank you for another wonderful night. Maybe we will have another tonight.”

“All of the time I spend with you is great. As for tonight…you better check in with your girl first. I’m surprised she wasn’t blowing up your cell.”

Looking at her phone, Toni said, “I didn’t even think about that, but you’re right; she didn’t call me once since I dropped her off.”

“Now that shit ain’t normal, Toni. Then again, she could be doing the same thing you’re doing now.”

“And if she is, good for her!”

“As much as you may act like you don’t care, you love that woman.”

“Nah, I have love for her. You’re the one I love. But you playing. Leave that dude alone and let us happen.”

Before getting into the shower, Ashanti casually responded, “Not happening and not discussing it.”

“We will see,” Toni replied.

After Ashanti showered and dressed, Toni did the same. Toni joined Ashanti for the meal that was delivered to their room. As they nibbled on their food, conversation continued to flow. Toni asked, “What do you want to do today? We both know Marcus isn’t looking for you.”

“Shut up, Toni,” Ashanti said rolling her eyes. “For all we know, Natasha is waiting at your car or outside our door right now.”

“Stop playing!” To be on the safe side, Toni opened the room door to look down the hall, only after looking through the peephole. This made both of them laugh.

Seeing that Natasha wasn’t stalking their room, Toni said, “For real though, I may need to go home to make sure she good. But after that, we can do a little shopping, catch a movie, a bite to eat, then come back here to spend some more quality time.”

“That’s fine with me. I guess I can stop by my house and get some things. I had only planned for one night and I don’t know why, considering how greedy of my time you are.”

“I don’t either. You already know how we do. Help me finish this food so we can go. I don’t want to be out of your presence that long.”

“See, that’s what I’m talking about,” Ashanti said laughing. “You want all of my time. Thankfully for you, I find it kind of flattering.”

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