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Temporary Displacement (Part 1)

Another day and another successful presentation! I was lining myself up for my first promotion at a rate faster than most. I took my marketing career seriously. Every presentation was treated as if it were my first. Dressed to impress always, and ensuring that all details were taken into account.

I was 38 years old and had only been in the marketing field for a few years. As far as working for this company, I had been here for a few months now. This was my second major career and I was loving ever bit of it! Prior to marketing, I was an emergency medical technician (EMT). I loved the work, but it was a lot of hours for not enough pay.

“Again, great job on that presentation, Tiffany! You just made us some more money,” exclaimed my boss.

“Thanks, Dylan! I do what I can!”

“I’m so happy you took me up on the offer to come here! We are going to do some damage to the competition!”

Happy to hear that, I responded, “You know I couldn’t resist! You gave me an opportunity that I would have had to be mental to pass up.”

“We should go out to celebrate this victory. A new account thanks to your outstanding presentation deserves to be celebrated!”

“I would love to, Dylan, but I have some things to handle. We can do a double celebration after the next account is landed.”

“Dang, alright, Tiff. Can’t wait for you to get all of your stuff handled,” Dylan sighed. You haven’t been able to hang out for a minute now. Anything I can help you with?”

“Nah, I’m good. Got a lot on my plate right now. I’ll make it up to you though. I know I owe you some time.”

“Alright. You know you’re my best friend, so don’t hesitate to let me know if you need something,” Dylan responded while grabbing my hands.

“I know, Dylan. And thank you. I will see you tomorrow so we can get these accounts.”

Drinks with one of my best friends would have been nice right about now. But there was no way I could do it. I had more pressing issues to deal with. There would be time for playing later. Dylan would understand; we had been best friends since our University of North Carolina days.

So, my name is Tiffany McLaren, but most people call me Tiff or Tee. I really have no preference. I’m an east coast baby, born and raised in North Carolina. For some reason, I always had an attraction to the west coast. Being in San Diego, California is a long way from home, but I love it! I was meant to be here. North Carolina and my Black Baptist family were a little too conservative for me and my lifestyle, so it was time that I broke away. Dylan Sanderson gave me the perfect chance when he suggested I come work for him in California.

The only problem is that I didn’t fully comprehend exactly how expensive it was out here. Because I had just left a bad relationship where I was the sole provider, I brought a huge amount of debt with me to Cali. Yes, I was finally making good money again, however, I still had some things to handle. I was so used to handling my own business, that I kept things to myself. Being the black sheep of my family, my sinful gay tail couldn’t reach back to them. Even though Dylan was one of my best friends, I didn’t want him knowing the severity of my mess.


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For the Love of Felicia

For the Love of Felicia (Part 8)

A few days had passed since Felicia had the argument with Terrence. To her surprise, she heard nothing from him, not even to check on their son, TJ. Felicia felt that it would only be a matter of time before he decided to contact her or show up at her house. Until then, she was enjoying the quiet of not being bothered by him.

Thinking that she spoke too soon, Felicia reluctantly picked up her phone when the text message alert went off several times in a row. She knew that it would be Terrence begging for her forgiveness and explaining how he had changed. Opening her text messages, she saw that it was Sergio instead. Before Felicia could read the messages, her phone started ringing.

“Hello,” Felicia timidly answered.

Responding in that strong Cuban accent, Sergio said, “Hello, Beautiful! I hope I haven’t caught you at a bad time.”

Smiling, Felicia said, “No, not at all. How are you?”

“I am well! I apologize for taking so long to call you, but I was back in Cuba visiting family.”

“I didn’t realize it had been that long,” Felicia playfully said.

“Oh really? So are you saying that you do not care that I called?” Sergio sounded offended and hurt at the same time.

“No, no, Sergio, that isn’t what I’m saying. I was playing with you; I’m happy that you called! I didn’t mean to offend you,” Felicia stated apologetically.

Laughing, Sergio said, “I was also messing with you, Beautiful!”

“I knew that,” Felicia chuckled.

“Before I go on, I was calling to see if I could take you out for some dinner and dancing on Saturday.”


“And to make you more comfortable, you can bring Jessica along. I have a friend who she may like.”

“Wow! You have thought of everything! Do you mind if I call you back after I talk to her?” Felicia was amazed that he also remembered her best friend’s name. She was impressed indeed!

“Oh, yes, that will be fine. Don’t make me wait too long, Beautiful!”

“I won’t. I will let you know as soon as I know. Talk to you in a little while.”

“Until we speak again…” Sergio ended the call.

Felicia wasted no time calling Jessica. As soon as Jessica answered, Felicia exclaimed, “Sergio called me and wants me and you to go out with him and his friend! They want to take us out to eat and to dinner! Tell me that you will go!”

“Slow down,” Jessica laughed. “When is this date? I can’t believe you actually agreed to it. I’m happy that you did, but I can’t believe it! You may really be over Terrence! I’m so proud of you!”

“Hush, woman! I didn’t say anything yet. I’m waiting on you!”

“Hurry up and call him back! I’m in! I don’t even care who his friend is…I want to see you having some genuine fun!”

“Ok, ok! I will talk to you later!” Felicia quickly hung up so that she could call Sergio back.

“Hello, Beautiful!” Sergio said as he answered her call.

“Jessica and I can’t wait to see you and your friend this weekend…”


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For the Love of Felicia (Part 6)

While Felicia entered her home, Jessica waited outside with their baby boys. Even though there was no sign of Terrence’s car, that didn’t mean that he wasn’t parked around the corner; he had done that before. Felicia could only hope that he wasn’t there. Terrence has a tendency to have a temper if things were not going his way. Felicia not responding to him would most certainly be something not going his way.

As Felicia slowly walked inside, she called out for Terrence. “Terrence, are you here? Terrence…”

Even though she heard nothing, Felicia continued to look around her home. Her bedroom was the last place that she needed to check. About to breathe a sigh of relief as she was standing in her room, Terrence stepped out from the master bathroom, almost scaring her to death.

“Where the hell have you been?” Terrence yelled at the frightened Felicia.

Stuttering, Felicia barely responded, “I…I…I was out with Jessica. I stayed the night…”

Before Felicia could finish, Terrence lunged forward and slapped Felicia on the left side of her face. “Nah, you were out with another dude! There is no way you would ignore my calls if you were just with Jessica! I already told you about disrespecting me!” Terrence continued to yell, ignoring the fact that Felicia was crying and that the whole left side of her face was starting to puff up.

“Terrence, baby, you know I would never mess around on you! Baby, please! I promise you that I was with Jessica!” Felicia pleaded between tears.

“And where the hell is my son? I know you didn’t have him around someone else!” Terrence seemed to be ignoring everything that Felicia was saying to him.

“He is outside with Jessica. I will tell her to go so we can talk. Let me straighten this out with you!”

“Nah, go get my son and tell her to get on! She was probably helping you cheat on me. We both know how she feels about me!”

“Terrence, please! It would be better if it was just me and you here!”

“Alright, alright! Cuz, clearly, I need to make you understand how important it is to respect me!” Before Felicia could get out of the room, Terrence grabbed her by the neck, with both of his hands, applying enough pressure to make it difficult for her to breathe. “And you better not do anything crazy like call the police on me when you go out there! In fact, I will be right there with you! Let’s go!”

Terrence took Felicia by the arm and practically dragged her to the door. Not passing the threshold, Terrence waved to Jessica as he maintained his grip on Felicia’s arm. “Hey, Jessica, how are you doing?” he asked sounding genuinely interested.

Hesitantly, Jessica responded, “I’m good. Are you guys ok?”

“Yeah, girl,” said Felicia calmly, “you know we have some things to talk about, but we are good. Would you mind taking TJ back home with you? I can pick him up tomorrow, if that’s not a problem.”

“You know I got lil TJ. I got you too, Felicia. Just let me know!” Jessica exclaimed with a little edge to her voice this time. She wasn’t stupid and knew that something was wrong with her friend.

“We’re good, Jessica. I will call you later and come by tomorrow.”

Before Jessica could respond, Terrence pulled Felicia back into the house and shut the door. Felicia knew that the night was just getting started with Terrence. She didn’t know how much longer she could take his antics. If she survived the night, Felicia was finally going to have to do something for her and her son’s sake.


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For the Love of Felicia (Part 5)

Once their food arrived, the two best friends headed to Jessica’s house. After devouring their Cuban feast, the two reminisced about the past and dreamed about the future. By the time the sun rose, Jessica and Felicia had finished a bottle of wine and quite a bit of junk food, to include Doritos and Goobers. As the rest of Miami was waking up to start a new day, they fell asleep to rest from a long night.

Waking up in the late afternoon, the woman felt more refreshed than hung over from their night of drinking. Jessica was ready to start harassing Felicia again on her intentions with Sergio. “What you gonna do with that fine man, Felicia?”

“Dang, you can’t even let me go a day without bothering me about him? He was very nice on the eyes though!”

Sergio stood at about 6’2”, with very fair skin and light brown eyes. From a distance, he could pass for being white. His hair was cut in a taper fade, showing off his thick, curly, reddish-brown hair; it showed proof of his African ancestry. Sergio’s body told the story of a man who spent some time in the gym, working on his chiseled physique. Sergio could have been on the cover of GQ from his looks alone.

“So when are you going to call him?” Jessica asked.

“Ok, you know I ain’t thirsty like that! Maybe I will answer when he calls,” Felicia responded while rolling her eyes.

“Dealing with Terrence, you need to be thirsty!”

“Shut up, Jess! But I see your point.”

“What you got planned for the rest of your weekend, besides waiting on Sergio’s call?”

“Haha, you are so funny! I don’t even know. Terrence will probably stop by. Other than that, whatever is whatever.” Sighing, Felicia went on to say, “I know that I do need to get up right now though, get little man together and make my way back home. That means that you need to get up too since you’re my ride.”

“Well, in that case, we should take the kids to get some dinner before I fulfill my chauffeur duties and take you home.”

“If there’s food involved, you know I’m down!”

On their way to get something to eat, Felicia checked her phone for the first time since last night. “Oh lawd! Jessica, I think I’m going to need to go straight home!”

Concerned, Jessica asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Terrence has been blowing me up since this morning. He even went by the house and of course I wasn’t there. Girl, you know he is mad as hell right now!” Felicia was nervous and fidgeting in her seat at this point.

“Look, I need you to calm down. If Terrence is already mad, then he will continue to be mad. We are still going to get something to eat because the boys have to eat. That will give you time to relax before having to deal with his dumb tail.”

“Jessica, you my sis and everything, but I’m not trying to get you involved with my mess. This is something that I have to deal with for real this time.”

“Exactly! I’m your sis so I will be there for you no matter what the issue is. Like I said, let’s feed the boys then we will go to your house. By then, he may not even be there. Until then, don’t even respond to him.”

“Trust me, I’m not!”


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For the Love of Felicia (Part 4)

The small, outdoor Cuban restaurant wasn’t located too far from their current location. Once at the restaurant, the women found a table that was at the edge of the sand. From there, they could hear the waves of the ocean in between the Afro-Cuban jazz music that was being played by a band. Both women immediately started looking at their menus as soon as they sat down.

As they looked through the menus, a man approached their table. “Hello, ladies! I saw you at the bar down the street and just wanted to come by to say hello to such beautiful women!”

Looking up, Jessica spoke first, saying, “Well hello to you also! And thank you for the compliment. You don’t look too bad yourself.”

The tall, fair-skinned man, with a hint of a Latin-American accent, responded, “Thank you! May I ask your name? My name is Sergio.”

“Sergio…I like that name. Well, my name is Jessica. And my friend, who is acting completely uninterested…please excuse her rudeness,” Jessica said clearing her throat. “This is my rude friend, Felicia. Felicia, please say hello to our visitor.”

Finally glancing up from her menu, Felicia said, “Hello.” As she was about to look back down at her menu, she became transfixed on the male specimen standing in front of her. “Wha…what did you say your name was?”

“My name is Sergio,” he said smiling, showing all of his perfectly straight, white teeth. “I don’t want to take up too much more of your time, so do you think I could get your number and call you sometime?” Sergio asked while looking at Felicia.

Before she could answer, Jessica spoke up saying, “Yes, she will give you her number and get yours in return.” Jessica grabbed Felicia’s phone that was sitting on the table, and handed it to Sergio to input his information.

“Thank you,” Sergio said. “And thank you for your help, Jessica. You ladies enjoy the rest of your night. Felicia, I plan to use your number so I hope you plan on answering when I do.”

“We will see,” Felicia replied with a shy smile.

After Sergio left their presence, Jessica couldn’t hold back anymore. “Girl, Sergio is fine as hell! And so polite! Don’t do anything stupid, like not answer!”

“Don’t you think I’m already dealing with enough? How would it look if I started talking to someone when I’m begging Terrence to get right?”

“It would look like you finally came to your senses and decided to focus on someone who could be available to love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

“Ok, but when that happens, it would have to be with someone with a little color to him. How would I look on the arm of a white man?”

Laughing and faintly shaking her head, Jessica said, “First of all, you would be fine. Second of all, Sergio is far from white. And I would think that you would not be concerned with that mess. Since when did you become focused on melanated levels? He comes from the same place we do.”

“Ok, for real I’m not. You already know what it is.”

“Forget about Terrence! Can we work on that? Maybe Sergio can work that out of you.”

“Shut up, Jessica!” Felicia laughed. “I’m getting tired. Let’s get our food and go. I’m ready to crash on your firm pillow-top mattress!”

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For the Love of Felicia (Part 3)

“Since you seem to have everything planned out, go get your nephew together while I pack my bag. You already know where all his stuff is, so do your aunty duties.”

While Felicia went to her room to get her things for the night, Jessica started packing up some stuff for baby TJ. It didn’t take long for the two to finish and head out for the night. Felicia even decided to ride with Jessica so that she would not try to end her night early. Now she would be at the mercy of her best friend, which she probably needed. The two best friends had not been out in over a year. Who knew what was going to happen with this first night of freedom?

After dropping off little TJ with Jessica’s mother and sister, the two women got ready for their night of fun in vibrant Miami. Having decided to go a local bar facing South Miami Beach, Felicia and Jessica kept their outfits simple, both donning sundresses. Felicia’s sundress sported a pattern of flowers, in various shades of purple, on an off-white colored fabric. The dress accentuated her slim frame and small curves. Tonight, she wore her natural hair in twists, instead of covering it with a wig.

While Felicia’s dress was on the subtle side of fashion, Jessica went with bolder colors of red, orange, green, and blue designs on her dress. As usual, Jessica made sure her afro was full blown while beautifully framing her chocolate face. She wore large, gold hoop earrings that could be seen through her thick afro. Jessica was dressed and excited for a night out with her best friend.

The two women enjoyed their time drinking tourist cocktails while people-watching along South Miami Beach. There was a live band at the bar playing reggaeton, which had many of the bar patrons on their feet dancing. Interrupting the people-watching, Jessica said, “Look at all these good-looking men out here! We have rainbow heaven!”

“Maybe you should snatch one up so you’re not so focused on my love life or lack of it,” Felicia responded while laughing.

“How about we both get ourselves one of these fine-looking specimens out here? There is definitely plenty to go around!”

“Yeah, but not after you get to know them. Some of them are already in relationships. Been there, and still there. Some of them are probably gay. Some of them are here on their friend’s dime…no job, no house, no nothing,” Felicia stated.

Sounding more positive about the prospects, Jessica countered with, “Yep, then there are those who have all of that, plus a heart of gold. There are some out there who will make you their world and love you exactly as you need and want to be loved. But how will we know if we don’t try?”

“Sounds good. Since we don’t have that, let’s get some more drinks.”

The best friends continued drinking and watching the people around them. Neither of them made a move away from their table. Though there were guys who gave them looks, both women acted as if they were uninterested. They were happy to be enjoying the Miami air and live music. Felicia and Jessica stayed at the bar until about 2am, when they decided it was time to move on to another spot.

“Where do you want to go now?” Felicia asked Jessica.

“I know a nice Cuban restaurant that stays open til about sunrise. We can get some good Cuban food there. Plus they have good drinks and music too.”

“I’m hungry so I’m down.”


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For the Love of Felicia (Part 2)

In fact, Felicia Daniels was quite beautiful. She was about 5’9”, weighing 160 pounds, with the smoothest dark, brown skin ever. She had the ability to mesmerize everyone with her brown hazel eyes. As slim as Felicia was, she still had a nice, round booty that was just right for squeezing. Though Felicia had natural hair, she sometimes wore wigs to switch up her style, depending on how she was feeling.

As much as Jessica Acosta boosted the ego of her friend, Felicia, she was just as stunning. Jessica, a native Cuban who came to the United States with her family at the young age of two years, had a smooth skin tone that was just as chocolatey rich as that of Felicia’s. They could, and often did, pass for sisters. Jessica was only a few inches shorter, standing at 5’7”, and also slim, weighing about 150 pounds. Her glass, brown eyes were as hypnotic as watching a pendulum. Jessica never covered her natural afro that she wore in various styles.

“Jessica, stop gassing me up!” Felicia said playfully. “You know them men folk be coming after you just as hard. Stop acting like you’re an old maid. We are the same darn age and I’m definitely not an old maid!”

“Now, I never said all that,” Jessica responded laughing, “but a kid will do that to you. You end up putting so much energy into making sure he is good, that you have no time for the games or trying to figure out if the relationship will be worth it.”

“You’re a great mother who deserves to have someone take care of you. Jacob is lucky to have you as his mother. Now get him a man to be around on a regular basis.”

“Girl, please! I will not find someone just to appease society and their version of a complete family. Jacob has plenty of uncles in his life who are doing well in showing his eight-year old butt how to be a man. Better that, then being stuck with the wrong man.”

Rolling her eyes, Felicia said, “You really had to throw that in there. I get it, girl, I do. Deep down, I know that I’m in one of those stereotypical hood relationships. Give me time to let go. I will when I’m ready.”

“I’m here for you no matter what you decide to do. Always remember that TJ is counting on you to make good decisions for his life.”

“I know, I know. Now can we talk about something else? All this relationship mess has me feeling some kind of way.”

Excited, Jessica exclaimed, “A great idea! And I have another wonderful idea! We should go out! When is the last time we went out? Go listen to some soca, reggaeton, afrobeat, something. We are in Miami where life never stops! Let’s live!”

Trying to match Jessica’s excitement, Felicia said, “It sounds good to me! But wait, what about the boys?”

“You know TJ can go to my mom’s house with Jacob. My lil sister will help out. We can take her shopping for payment.”

“Ok, but what about…”

Cutting off Felicia in mid-sentence, Jessica said, “What about what? How about what about nothing? You aren’t worrying about Terrence because he isn’t worrying about you. TJ will be fine at my mom’s. All you have to do is find something to wear, pack a bag and come with me. You’re staying at my house tonight.”


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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 (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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Written by Dani Powell, RM Entertainment Original Story Contributor

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