Big Mistake 2

Meet the Heat

"Why every time I turn around, there's the damn devil once again at the damn door? But he don't knock, he just enters jiggling the keys right in his grimy ass hand. I know God may not come when I want him to, but somehow he's always right on time. Why not now when me and my family need him the absolute most?" -Malcolm Stewart

The next day...

I'm a headless horseman... on quilted sand dunes

With my neck wide open, I pray for refuge

Cause since I've been found I've been living a life in cages

Withering down to the champagne quicksand

Wrestling doubt I've been dragging around for ages

I tried to let it drain but my veins are hopeless

Cause I loved in cold blood and got used to it

Angels say trust the detox

But I'm shaking I need it like Bourbon in my coffee cup

Paris sips on her wine while lying back in the recliner chair of Jules' home. It was a beautiful Sunday, and church had been cancelled due to their pastor going on vacation with his new wife.

At the moment, her, Milianna, and Jules were having a smooth day of relaxation while the men babysat their kids.

As for Malcolm, he didn't have to babysit his children since they were old enough to watch themselves at their ages. But, he did want to help Kendrick in keeping his twin niece and nephew.

For the meantime, he and Paris were on slight speaking terms. After the session ended, he tried his hardest to get his wife to understand exactly where he was coming from when he said that he not had an emotional affair with Brielle. But after analyzing his thoughts and actions from what happened nineteen years ago, he found to believe and rethink of how he casually did have an affair with the young girl at the time.

He was being selfish and his mind was immature to the thought. He apologized to Paris, she accepted, and they moved on with their day. But she did want to talk about the situation, just didn't know how since she decided to stay away from the house for the day.

Taking another sip from her glass, she begins to sing the rest of the lyrics. Milianna was currently painting her feet an eerie blue, while Jules wanted her nails to match with an ocean blue color.

I'm a tritone bible with misprint logic;

I count lunar cycles with faithless prophets

Cause since I've been found I've been living a life in cages

Withering down to the champagne quicksand

Wrestling doubt I've been dragging around for ages

I tried to let it drain but my veins are hopeless

Cause I loved in cold blood and got used to it

Angels say trust the detox

But I'm shaking I need it like bourbon in my coffee cup

I'm a mountainless valley

Never comforted crashing

I'm just another stone on broken walls

Racing the winds in a hurricane

I'm not as brave as I once was

I've been kicking these rocks in a river