A year has passed. Ever since Deana and her mom had that talk in the hospital their bond was unbreakable. Deana's life was going perfectly. She was now engaged to a doctor. She, her sisters and mom do everything together. She graduated Valedictorian of her class. She and Akeem were the best of friends and were both in school for accounting. Her life was going great. Until...........
"Fuck me Jermaine! Oh my God!", a scream came from her bedroom.
Deana was half way in the door when she heard the screams and moans of another woman.
She had came home earlier than expected because her last 2 classes were cancelled.
All Deana felt was fire burning through her body. She dropped her purse and bag full of books and started running up the stairs.
When she made it up there to the bedroom she swung open the door and couldn't believing what her eyes were seeing.....................
Deana met her husband, Jermaine Wilson, at the hospital the night she was raped a year back. He was her physician for the 5 days she was in there. They flirted occasionally but things started to get more serious when he heard her story.
Deana started to fall for him the more she seen him. For him it was the same. They both always thought that love at first sight and age aint nothin but a number were just horrible clichés but changed their minds completely once they met.
"Deana. You are a very special woman. You have been through hell and back. I couldn't even imagine going through the things you have been through. But you have the strength of one thousand men and that strength has helped get through all the pain you have endured. I'm so happy to call you mine. I love you"
The crowd of people in the restaurant applauded and screamed as Jermaine got down on one knee, pulled out a huge ring, and proposed to her. She was the happiest woman on earth.
Of course she said yes. With no hesitation. He's fine, a doctor, a wonderful person. What more could a girl want? I guess someone loyal...........
The screams started to get louder and louder. It was as if Deana was a ghost. They just kept going.
"Are you outta yo fuckin' mind?!", Deana yelled with so much rage.
"Oh shit! Baby! what you doin' here so...."
"Excuse me.", she calmly interrupted him.
She walked in their closet and opened up one of her LV purses on the very top shelf.
They watched in fear as she was coming out of the closet. When her husband spotted the gun he tried to run.
"Don't you fuckin' move.", Deana demanded with tears rolling down her face.
"Ma'am, please don't do this. I didn't know he was married. I swear. He was....",
"Shut up you little bitch!", Deana interrupted and then turned the gun on the woman.
When Deana looked at the woman she noticed that she wasn't a woman. She was a teenage girl. And she recognized the fear in the girl's eyes. It was the same fearful look she had once before.
She then looked back at Jermaine with the gun still pointed at him.
"You nasty perverted motha fucka! How dare you?!!!! You are so fuckin disgusting!", she said to her fiancé.
He didn't say a word.
"Do you even know how old she is?", she asked.
"I'm 15.", the girl started to sob.
All Deana could do was cry. She knew killing him was not the way to go. But then she thought of another idea.
"Little girl. Call your parents and tell them that this man, RAPED YOU!"
Damn, Karma is a bitch...............
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God's Child
FanfictionDeana Young was just a girl trying to find love. She looked for it in every way she thought possible. She lost her mom at a very young age so a mother's love, she never had. She was so used to getting hurt that when she finally had true love in the...
