Holding Onto Faith

Chapter One

So, a little background on yours truly. I've tried writing stories in the past and they usually come out pretty dang good...until about the 5th chapter. That's typically when I just get bored of writing and give up. I started this book about two years ago, later deciding I wasn't satisfied with the content and took it down. However, I've just had so many swarming ideas that I wanna keep writing it and making it better as I go. Feel free to leave constructive criticism, its a learning process but I am open to the feedback of you guys. Thank you, and I hope y'all enjoy "Holding onto Faith" :)

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Wow

Speechless, I open the door of my little black Beemer and hop out to walk inside the lavish apartment building ahead of me. Walking inside the lobby of the building I'm taken aback by how beautiful it is.

I live here now, holy crap.

I walk into the empty foyer of my new condo, already picturing the decor. It's a huge accomplishment for me, leaving my family to go to school and pursue my career as a Mental Health Counselor was hard, but returning to my old town of Barnesville, Georgia once Mama fell sick was even harder. After she died, nothing felt the same. I didn't fit in Barnesville anymore and I hadn't for a long time, that's why I'd left that godforsaken town in the first place. But the thought of leaving my family again, especially in such a vulnerable state scared me. Even though it was holding me back from blossoming, I stayed because I couldn't bear the thought of my family coming under scrutiny because of my actions.

One thing most people get wrong about southern people is that they're "some of the nicest people they'd ever met." Bless their stupid little hearts for believing that BS. Had I left when I originally wanted too, my family would've been the talk of the town. Little old women gossiping in church saying things like you know she left them after Mary died, what kind of family pushes their children away in such a hard time? or I'll pray for that poor old family and that lil girl, lord knows those people need it. They're not all apple pies and sweet tea when they pity people.

And pity is the last thing I need from anyone. That was two years ago, two year since I had gotten my Masters and postponed my job search. Two years is a long time, but it's time I started thinking about myself and stop worrying about others.

Lost in my thoughts, I had already walked around the condo a bazillion times.
It's not too big and just what I could afford just from my savings and loans. The downstairs is completely opened; joining the kitchen, living room and dining room. The entire upstairs has two bedrooms but is open as well, the only thing separating the bedrooms are half walls.

Quickly returning to my senses I look at the time. 12:30 pm. With the movers coming at any moment with the rest of my stuff, I decided to unload some of my small personal items from my tiny car. The movers show up soon after, unpacking all my things and placing them in record time. Once I pay them, they leave me to my stuff and my new beautiful home. This is definitely the start of something great.

By 5:00 pm I manage to set up my bedroom and bathroom for the most part, making mental notes to go to home goods for some nice decor to make my condo a true home. I start to get hungry so I decide to explore and maybe find something to eat knowing my fridge is completely empty.

I exit and lock up my condo. As I'm walking to the elevator, my phone rings. His name flashed across the screen and brings flutters to my stomach.

"Hey Baby" I answer in a slight sexy tone

" What's up gorgeous! How's moving day going?" Bryan asks