Big Mistake 2

Past Chronicles: Part Two

"I never held on to the old milestones in my life. I simply just stepped over each one and became greater throughout time." -Paris Vaughn-Stewart

Paris rose from her spot behind her desk, grabbed her purse, and left her office to lock up her shop.  It was a salty Wednesday evening, and Paris decided to work the clothing store for the day.

It's been two weeks since she last seen Devionne, and also Brielle.  She cared none for Davionne and Danielle's faces to be seen.  She had many other personal things to worry about other than that of their foolish behavior.  She was in her early forties and did not have any time for the drama... but drama has never had a time on it.

When it shows up, you have to deal with it, make the absolute best of things, then move on from it.  She's managed to do that for the last five years.  She couldn't take the pain of accusations from her own father, so cutting him loose completely was the only option she ever had left.

On her way out the door, Danielle's black hummer was just pulling into an employee parking space next to Paris's Owner parking spot.

Paris stops in her tracks and places a hand on her hips. "What Danielle?" She asks annoyingly as she stepped down from the truck.

"Well, well, well if isn't lil' ole Mrs. Stewart. How are you?" Off that cane I see." Danielle smartly remarks.

Paris's twisted smile turns up right as she slightly mugs Danielle. "Yes, I am off my cane. But that doesn't mean I don't keep it with me."

Danielle slightly throws her head back and smirks. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

Paris smirks widely and says; "Exactly what I said. Now, I suggest you get back into your truck and drive away before I have to--"

"Calm down, Paris. I just came here to talk." Danielle cuts her off, throwing her hand in the air.

It was just like typical Danielle to have gone through such turmoil, to come back around feeling more than high and mighty with her life going downhill.  Paris could never believe in such a moment how their friendship had endured many ups and downs.

Piera had always told her, and still does, that you choose what you want to go through in life.  No one makes the decision for you, only you do.  Either suffer through it, or make a way to reduce the harm in your life.

Either way things went, the Devil always seemed to attack those who had their mind and heart focused on God.

"Talk about what? Why you flaked out after I was shot. Or why you were in my house in the first place?" Paris asks, her attitude rising high in the air.

Danielle sighs in frustration and encloses her hand over her forehead. "Listen, I didn't wanna just up and leave you like that. Me nor Davi'. It wasn't in our intentions, nor was that on our agenda. I wanted to stay and assist you, but Lord only knows what Milianna would have done."

Paris rolls her eyes and exhales deeply. "Then why the fuck were you there anyway?!" She yells out.

Danielle puffs and throws her hands over her head and begins to pace back and forth.

Paris stares still at Danielle, her anger raging and boiling high.  The sun was beginning to set, and the cool new fall breeze was settling in.  It was the beginning of September, and it would start to get chilly after a while.  Paris was glad that the time was rolling around for the wear of jackets, beanies, and soon sweaters, gloves, and hefty pea coats for her and the family.