The Stranger

Chapter 15.

at·trac·tion
(noun)
the action or power of evoking interest, pleasure, or liking for someone or something.

e·voke
(verb)
invoke (a spirit or deity).
invoke means to call upon.

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Attraction is where is began, his bed is where it ended. As a growing woman, we often wonder to ourselves: how did I end up here? After realizing the guy we're intrested in.. really isn't who he proclaimed to be. I, Dazie Ann Walker, blame attraction. I blame attraction for being attracted to him in the first place, I blame myself, I blame hormones, I blame a lot of things. However, pointing the finger and finding someone or a thing to blame, will never explain the spirit I now share with Tray.

Mark 10:8 and the two will become one flesh. So they are no longer two, but one flesh.

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I opened my eyes to a pitch black room. Oh my gosh, we fell asleep! I flung the covers away, revealing my naked body, and searched his room for my phone. I heard Tray groaning and shifting in his sleep. "You okay, ma?" He asked in a hoarse voice. "Y-yeah, I'm having terrible luck finding my phone right now." I said pushing a pile of his clothes to the side. "Let me help you." He said while stretching in bed. "I need all the help I can get." I said laughing nervously. "Why you so pressed bout your phone?" He asked in between yawns. I blinked rapidly at his idiodic question. "Well, my mom is more than likely blowing my phone up with calls and texts." I said. "Ya moms still be blowing your phone?" He asked, shaking his head in disapproval. I ignored his remark and continued to search for my phone.

After 20 minutes of searching, we finally found my phone underneath his bed. I picked up an unwanted t-shirt from his floor and wiped the screen clean. I exhaled before opening up my text messages, expecting crazy notifications.

Missed Calls: 10 from Mom.

Text messages included:

Mom: Where are you?
Mom: Dazie Ann, I've given you some lee-way and you're abusing it now.
Mom: Please call me.

And to my surprise, some texts were from Alex.

Alex: hey, maybe we can chill sometime?

I ran my fingers through my curls, contemplating on what to respond back to my mother's text. "You good?" He asked. "Y-yeah, I have to go." I said, slipping my clothes on quickly. He glanced over at the clock on his nightstand and then back at me. "It's only 11:00 pm. Your mom trippin' like that?" He asked while putting his jeans on. "Yeah, she's being a bit much right now.." I sighed. I didn't want to seem like a little girl to him, but it was definitely looking that way. "Ight, well, let's get you to the crib then."

I walked out of his room after we were both fully dressed. "Imma use the bathroom." I nodded my head, and waiting in the hallway for him to finish. I heard giggles and soft whispers coming from the living room. I rolled my eyes at the thought of Yazmeen and Oscar cuddled up on the couch watching movies together. It's not that I wasn't happy for her, I just wish it wasn't someone I was dating that she went after. After standing in the hallway, of what felt like forever, Tray finally walked out of the bathroom. "Ready?" He asked. "Yes." I replied.

We walked down the hallway, and noticed Yazmeen and Oscar cuddled on the couch watching a rip off Conjuring on Netflix. "Where you going?" Yazmeen asked Tray, as she peeped her head over the couch. "I'm dropping my girl off." She sucked her teeth and turned her head around. What was that supposed to mean? Every bone in my body was whispering to me: Don't say anything Daze, it's not worth it. But the other part of me, was much louder. Say it.