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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 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 (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 4)

Toni and Ashanti Williams had met through their work towards equality in school funding. When they met about four years ago, both were teachers struggling to educate their students on a limited budget. Just as Toni had become a principal, Ashanti was now a principal at a middle school in the same district.

Even though Ashanti was in a committed relationship to Marcus Thomas, that didn’t stop the secret relationship between her and Toni. From the first time they met, Toni was instantly attracted to the 5’8”, kissed by the sun, rich chocolate, special dark, thin Ashanti, with the hazel eyes. At the time, Toni was single so she didn’t care what Ashanti had going on, as long as she fit somewhere in her life.

In the back seat of Ashanti’s Tahoe, Toni had positioned her lengthwise along the seat. Access to Ashanti’s treasure box was easy for Toni because Ashanti was wearing a sundress. After sliding her bikini panties down her long legs, Toni quickly delighted Ashanti by satisfying the sweet spot between her thighs.

“My body loves how you do it,” Ashanti gasped, trying to catch her breath.

“And I love doing it to your sexy body!” Toni said as she sat up in the seat.

“When are you going to leave Natasha? You know she isn’t what you want. Besides that, you said yourself that you know she is still fuckin’ with her husband.”

“Ok, leave her and do what? She is cool and her money is cooler! Less stress on my pockets,” Toni laughed.

“What about your true happiness? You would make a good wife to someone really deserving of your love,” Ashanti said as she cleaned up with some wipes from her glove compartment.

“I could say the same thing to you. Why are you still with Marcus? You know damn well that his ass is gayer than me. You guys don’t even have sex. Who is fooling who? Live and be your real self.”

“It’s not that simple and you know it. Look how much harder you have to fight to get what you want because you are open with your beautiful gayness.”

“Yeah, but at the end of the day, it’s worth the fight. There will be people to overlook that and see my genuine desire to help our kids.”

Ashanti replied, “We are all messed up in our own way, some happen to be a little more than others. So you know, I think your girl is on the extreme side of messed up.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“A person with so many secrets is capable of doing some crazy things! And you know she is crazy in love with you and fuckin’ her husband for the money, which she gives to you.”

“Nah, she isn’t crazy. A little, well a lot messed up though.”

“What’s the difference? Come on, you don’t even acknowledge her child. Both of you are in this weird, dysfunctional type of relationship for whatever reasons. You act like you all in love to keep the money flowing, but you sitting here with me, in the back seat of my truck.” Ashanti giggled a little and said, “Damn, we are some fucked up individuals. Yes, I know Marcus is gay, but he is a good arm piece; we look like a power couple. Shit, I’m gay too, so who am I to judge?”

“Yeah, I can vouch for your gayness!” declared Toni. “Let’s go back inside before they finally get a clue.”

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Status…It’s Complicated (Part 3)

“Love is irrelevant if your actions aren’t showing it too,” Toni said as she loosened up to the touches of Natasha. Something about being under the flow of soothingly hot water and being touched in all of the right places. “You gotta show me how you love me. How long do you think I’m supposed to wait for you to get your shit together?”

As Natasha got down on her knees, still in her bra and jeans, she softly said, “I’m taking care of it, baby. Please don’t worry. We will be good when it’s all said and done. We will be one happy family…me, you, and my baby boy, Devin.”

“We will see,” was all that Toni could get out as she was being pleasured by Natasha.

Once out of the shower, Toni and Natasha still decided to go out for a few drinks and meet up with some friends. It was a Friday night, so a good time to decompress for the weekend. Even though the shower sex was a nice release, the two dressed in silence, as the thoughts of Natasha’s situation lingered in the air.

Dressed in some light-colored, slim-fitting jeans, Lacoste polo shirt, and Sperry Top-Sider’s on her feet, Toni was ready for the casual evening. Natasha complimented her look wearing a short denim dress and a pair of Louboutin heels. Still not speaking to one another, Toni took Natasha’s hand as they walked into the bar and grill to meet their friends.

“What’s up, Marcus and Ashanti?” Toni asked as she greeted her friends at the table.

“Hey! Didn’t think you guys were going to make it out,” Ashanti replied.

“You know we weren’t going to miss some quality time with our friends,” Natasha said.

“Good, because I already ordered our first go round!” Marcus happily said.

“Here we go,” said his wife Ashanti. After this week of battling for school funding, me and Toni could definitely use some drinks!”

As Toni and Ashanti high-fived, Toni responded, “Yes! Keep the drinks comin’!”

Natasha chimed in, “Yes, let’s keep the drinks flowing, but no more of this work talk! Time to relax!”

Ashanti and Toni eyed each other, then proceeded to gulp down their drinks of vodka and pineapple juice, heavy on the vodka. “Since we can’t talk about work at the table, let me holla at you for a second,” Toni said to Ashanti.

“You guys can’t get enough of work,” sighed Marcus. “You would think principals were the saviors of the free world. Hurry up! Me and Natasha will start round two without you.”

“Go ahead,” Ashanti said as her and Toni got up and walked outside, leaving their significant others at the table.

Ashanti and Toni walked to the side of the bar where they were out of sight from those coming and going. “You know I missed you!” Ashanti said to Toni as she leaned up to kiss her on the lips.

“Not as much as I missed you!” responded Toni.

Laughing, Ashanti said, “For real though, you know it was just this morning that you were all up in this!” Ashanti was rubbing between her thighs.

“Clearly, that was too long ago. I need you all the time.”

The two continued to hug and kiss on each other as if they were the only ones in the world, with no fear of being seen. “Let’s go to car for round two,” suggested Toni.

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Status…It’s Complicated (Part 2)

 

Once inside of the bedroom, Toni started to undress Natasha. She started by pulling her flowery blouse over her head, leaving Natasha in her bra and tight denim jeans. As she was about to undo the buttons on Natasha’s jeans, Natasha’s cell phone started to chime with a familiar ringtone.

“You better not answer that!” Toni firmly stated.

“Baby, you know that I have to. Give me a second,” pleaded Natasha.

“Do what you’re gonna do! I’m going to take a shower.” Toni stomped into their bathroom and slammed the door.

“I’m so sorry,” Natasha apologetically said as she went to answer her phone, knowing that Toni was no longer listening to her.

Answering her phone, Natasha asked irritated, “What do you want Bryan?”

“Well hello to you too, wife of mine. I was just calling to see if you had finally come to your senses and had decided to ask for my forgiveness so that you could return to your family,” Bryan said in a matter-of-fact manner.

“You know that isn’t happening. I don’t even love you! Why would you want to be with me? You weren’t even nice to me.”

“It isn’t about that. We were mean to each other. But that didn’t mean that you had to run off with some manly woman. You aren’t even gay! That’s probably why she looks like a guy.”

“Stop it, Bryan! I am what I am!”

“You know that you get nothing from me if we get a divorce. Are you willing to risk that? You haven’t worked a day in your life. Does your manly girlfriend plan to take care of you?”

“I can take care of myself, as I have been for a while. There is nothing that I need from you. Me and Toni are good!”

“Ok, so then why were you fucking me the other day? Does Toni know about that?”

“You know what that was,” Natasha said in a whisper. “I was having a moment of weakness. It won’t happen again.”

Laughing, Bryan said, “We will see. You and I both know how much you love this big, black…”

“I’m hanging up now! Don’t call me again!” Natasha yelled as she ended the call.

After getting off the phone, Natasha went to the bathroom to try to soothe Toni. Talking to Toni through the shower door, she said, “Toni, come on…you know that I am doing all that I can.”

Angrily, Toni responds, “You aren’t doing enough! This is why I don’t mess with straight women! It’s been two years and you’re telling me it’s that complicated that you aren’t divorced yet?”

“Baby, you know I don’t like labels. I told you that it would be complicated. We have a child together, and plus there is the issue with my parents.”

“About that, how is it that your parents don’t even know about our relationship? Aren’t you a little old to be hiding shit like that?”

“I will lose my inheritance if I do. You know that they are devout Catholics.”

“Maybe it’s time that you got a job. Fuck depending on your parents. Live your life!”

“You say that so easy, yet you benefit from their money too. How does that new Mercedes ride?”

“Fuck you, Natasha! You can have it and your husband! Let me find out you and him still fuckin’!”

Pulling the shower door open, Natasha gets in the shower with her bra and pants still on. “Do you know how much I love you?” she asks Toni as she begins caressing her wet body.

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“Well, what happened? How did it go?” asked Natasha.

“Nothing worth talking about. Once again, the school budget seems to be out of the hands of anyone I talk to. No one can help me get the money that my school needs,” responded Toni, sounding exasperated.

Trying to sound reassuring, Natasha said, “Babe, you will get the help that you need. You’re a great principal and the school loves you.”

“Love isn’t getting me the funding I need,” replied Toni.

“I get it, but be patient. You have only been the principal at DuBois High for a year now. If it weren’t for you, the school wouldn’t have half of the things they have now. You got the sports teams new uniforms, new computers for the library…relax a little.”

“Yeah, and most of that came from my bank account.”

“It’s OUR bank account!” exclaimed Natasha. “Don’t get it twisted because my name is on OUR account. So I helped you pay for all of that stuff.”

“Whatever, Tasha!” Toni said as she rolled her eyes. “We know what’s what. I really don’t need you pointing it out every time I say something about money.”

“I was making sure you didn’t forget. That’s all. Don’t you want to go out and have some drinks, maybe meet up with some friends…something to make you relax a little? You stay on edge when it comes to your school.”

“A drink or two or three does sound good. And not because I’m on edge because I’m not! I need to take a shower and change these clothes.”

Toni Cook, a 36 year old 5’10”, brown-skinned, athletic framed, Black woman, was dressed in her work clothes, which usually consisted of slim-fitting dress slacks, button-down shirts, and colorful blazers. From time to time, she would even through on a bowtie. She kept her hair cut short, cut into a wavy fade, with some honey-brown streaks highlighting its black color.

As Toni walked out of the living room to head upstairs to their bedroom, Natasha followed behind and continued to talk. “Ummm, yeah you are on edge. Every single day it’s something new or the same thing. I don’t know why you didn’t take the job at the private school. At least they have money so there would be none of this worrying.”

“That’s exactly why I didn’t take the job there,” Toni stated as she stopped in her tracks. “I need to be somewhere I can make a difference. Nothing will change if people continue to turn their backs on us.”

“Toni, it’s not that serious. You really do need to relax.”

“Not that serious to you, the White girl who has lived a privileged life.”

“See, I don’t even know why you feel that’s even relevant. First of all, I’m not even all White. Second of all, you love me so there is something about my privileged ass that got your attention.”

Natasha Springfield was a 5’6”, well-toned, 38 year old woman, mixed with Black and Irish. Her face was decorated with freckles on a light brown background. Natasha’s hair was a brownish curly mane, with afro characteristics, that reached the middle of her back.

“Yeah, you know why I fell in love with you!” Toni said as she grabbed Natasha by the waste and pulled her close. “Show me again why. Sometimes I need to be reminded, especially when you getting’ on my nerves.”

“You’re such a fuckin’ freak!” Natasha smiled as she embraced Toni too. “We don’t have to go anywhere tonight. We have liquor here and I can make you relax.”

“That’s fine with me,” Toni responded as she let go of Natasha’s waist to take hold of her hand and lead her to the bedroom.

Tune in next week for Part 2 of, Status…It’s Complicated.
Written by Dani Powell

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