Theodore was worried about Alan as he was in the last class of the day. Alan had not been feeling well. A cold or something. Hopefully it was just a cold. Which was why his father had picked him up early from school.
Theodore remembered giving his boyfriend a firm hug as Alan had left for home. Alan had promised him that if he felt better after a nap and some more OTC medicine he would still come to dinner that night.
Suddenly he felt a sharp pain throughout his body as he sat at his desk and his first thought was of Alan.
He discreetly reached for his cell phone and texted Alan," Are you alright? "
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The police officer knocked on the rolled up window of Dodie's banged up sports car. " Ma'am, " he ordered with his other hand placed securely on his service weapon holstered around his trim waist. " Please step out of your vehicle. Now. "
Dodie swallowed hard. She wanted to drive away. She wanted to go back to Pennsylvania. She wanted..... Tony. Or Jeremiah. Yes. She needed Jeremiah by her side to help her.
She rolled down the window. " I want to call my lawyer. Jeremiah Duncan of Duncan And Associates. I have the right to a lawyer. "
" Get out of the car. Now. "
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Paramedics were loading an unconscious Alan into the back of an ambulance as the teenaged boy murmured ," Theodore. "
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Another paramedic felt for a pulse at the neck and wrist of Gordon who had been pulled from the car and was sprawled unmoving on the street.
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Keisha held her unconscious son's hand in the back of the ambulance that sped towards St. Paul's Hospital Center. In her other hand she held her cell phone , saying in a deeply emotional voice," Jeremiah , Jamal got himself hit by some White woman's car. The bitch took off too and hit another car ! She was in some fancy expensive car with license plates that said Hot Mama 1 on it. Hot mama ! I hope she's hot burning in hell one day. "
Jeremiah was in his office reading through a case file when his older sister's words hit his head. Hot Mama 1 ......... Hot Mama 1......
He dropped the file and stood up abruptly with a coldness to his face. " Jamal was hit by Dodie Angeletti ! "
Keisha widened her eyes in even more shock. " What..... Isn't that one of your women before Bliss ........ Baby brother, you really know how to pick them, don't you? "
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Dodie stepped out of the car and almost immediately was grabbed by the officer who began to frisk her to her annoyance.
" Excuse me," she retorted to him as she tried to pull away from his grip. " Do not touch me. Do you know who I am ? I'm the editor of The Aura. "
He snapped back," I know exactly who you are , lady. The woman who just hit a young boy and then a car with another kid in it and an adult man. And the man doesn't look too good. That's why you are currently under arrest. "
" Arrest? You can not be serious......"
" You have the right to remain silent. If....."
As he read her the Miranda rights Dodie paled and her eyes rolled back in her head as she promptly collapsed on the street in an untidy heap of expensive designer clothes and sunglasses.
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ODDS OF LOVE - SEASON THIRTEEN
General FictionThe ongoing original soap opera about disabled math genius professor Dr. Spencer Norland - Lane , his doctor husband DuBuis Lane and all their family , friends and enemies in the Washington DC metro area. Multicultural. Diverse.