Because I'm so excited.....I decided to give you guys Two! chapters of the new book today!!!
Enjoy! ....Please Tell me how you like it?
Jamella
"Hi! I'm Jamella. It's nice to meet you"
I responded back to Maisha and shook her hand.
"Well!, now that introductions were made, Jamella, I'm going to leave you with Maisha. She will get you all set up. I will come check on you tomorrow, get some rest and remember this is your fresh start and your safe here"
Mrs. Bernice spoke softly but firmly as she hugged me tight then kissed my cheek taking her leave.
"Well I made sure your unit was cleaned and aired out, and made sure your unit was stocked with a change of clothes and hygiene products too"
Maisha said as she walked around to her desk and opened her desk door grabbing keys.
"Follow me"
Maisha called out towards me as she headed out of her office.
I followed behind her and we walked to a bank of elevators and Maisha pressed the button to go up.
The elevator ding and opened up and Maisha let me go in first then she stepped in behind me then pressed the button labeled 7.
We both were silent as the elevator moved up soothing old school R&B music played as we rode up to the seventh floor and stopped then the doors opened.
Maisha stepped out then I followed she turned left then we walked a short distance until she stood in front of a unit labeled 720. She unlocked the door with the key and opened the door motioning me to enter first.
Walking into the unit I looked around and was amazed.
The unit was furnished with state of the art appliances and the color scheme was simple and elegant.
"Well welcome to your new place. Everything is brand new and never been used, I chose bright but subtle colors for your bedding and furniture. Went with tan's and grey's with a splash of blue green here and there. I stocked the fridge and freezer full of food as well, then the only thing we need to do is get you some clothes and shoes, and you need a phone. I will come by tomorrow and take you shopping, have a look around while I make you something to eat I know you're starving"
Maisha finished explaining to me as she made her way into the kitchen and began to gather ingredients for lunch, being that it is mid day and when Mrs. Bernice and I left the hospital late at night the previous day.
I explored my new home as I heard Maisha in the kitchen preparing lunch.
This place is simply quaint and relaxing, all the colors flow together beautifully and it creates a sense of tranquility.
"Jamella boo! You better not have gotten in that bed with your outside clothes on! We are black, you should know better than that!"
Maisha shouted from the kitchen.
I laughed at her statement then made my way back into the living room, and sat down on my brand new couch.
"Yea no! I'm not putting my outside germs on my new bed"
I responded to Maisha as I ran my fingers over the soft material of my new couch, this all is too much, Mrs. Bernice didn't have to do all this for me, but I'm forever grateful to her.
"What are you making, do you need any help?"
I asked Maisha as she was cooking away singing.
"Girl no! I just shredded some cheese to throw on this taco casserole I made, and I'm popping it in the oven to heat up, it should be ready in about 30 minutes. I figured while we wait for the food you could tell me about yourself, and we could get to know each other if you want"
Maisha said as she placed the food in the oven and made her way over to the couch and sat right beside me.
I sighed out and just broke down in tears.
Letting out all the pain and grief.
I cried for several reasons.
One, was because I was finally free from Frank. Two I was getting what a lot of other women never get which is a second chance, three I felt, and knew I was safe. Four, I know there is a bigger reason for me being here, and Mrs. Bernice walking into my life.
"Let all that shit out boo, let it go your safe here I promise you!"
Maisha said softly as she rubbed my back gently.
She then reached over beside herself then handed me a box of tissues.
"Thank you"
I whispered and took the tissues wiping my face.
"I know that cry. I had a really good friend in college named Briana, she was such a ray of sunshine. Until she met Drake our senior year of college, I watched my once confident friend slowly wither into a shell of herself because of Drake. He would say things like "Your not skinny enough to wear that" Or "I'm not trying to be mean I'm just looking out for you, I'm your man I want the best for you"
Then the bruises started to appear. She would claim that she fell or tripped but I knew better, when I tried to talk to her about him or his behavior she would shut me down and tell me to mind my business. And I did, until one night she called me when I was at my now husband's dorm room studying. Drake had kicked her out of her own car, beat her and stripped her naked leaving her for dead. I brought her back to my boyfriend's dorm and she stayed there with us for a couple of days, then her parents ended up coming to pick her up.
She thanked me before she left and said she was going to stay away from him, that lasted until after we graduated from college.
Right after graduation she called me and asked me to come pick her up at some diner. My now husband didn't want me going alone because I was pregnant with our first child, so he went with me. When we got there Drake was on top of Briana beating the shit out of her, and nobody was doing anything. My husband jumped out the car and pulled Drake off her Drake slipped, breaking his neck, it was a freak accident. But Briana blamed my husband for Drake's death and tried to sue him, she lost and moved away, but not before telling me I was married to a murderer and that she hopes my husband rots in hell. I told her if my husband rotted in hell he would be sitting right next to Drake's Ike Turner's ass.
The last time I saw her was on the courthouse steps cursing my husband out calling him everything but a child of God"
I was stunned by Maisha's story of her friend.
How could her friend blame Maisha's husband for the death of her boyfriend when it was an accident.
Maisha smiled at me then sighed out saying " I told you that story because I want to know that, I may not know what it feels like to be abused, but I know what it feels like to watch someone I once cared about go through it, and suffer, and I empathize with you. I'm not here to judge, and I don't really have a lot of friends but I hope I can become one to you. You can trust me, I got you boo! And like my granny always says "it's gonna be alright, because God got us!"
I smiled at her then hugged her tight then whispered out "Thank you!"
These chapters are unedited!!!
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