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Blinded by Love
Written by: By: Chyna S. ©2014
world turned upside down the day she found out she was pregnant. For her it was
bitter sweet; she was full of emotions and stressed out at times, she felt as if
she was in this cold world alone. She found herself always digging herself out
when she was in a hole. She always wondered why life kept pushing her into a
corner; no matter how hard she tried, things always seemed to go left. They say
you are not supposed to question, however, that was hard for her to do;
especially knowing she was a good person, and bad continued to come her way.
knew she wasn’t the only one going through things; “But, damn, come on now. Why me?” she constantly asked. She found
herself asking, “Where did I go wrong? Is
my faith continuing to be tested? If so, why? I never gave up on you.”
Referring to God, Brooklyn had always kept her faith, and stood on her own two
feet. Nevertheless, still she wondered, “Damn,
why me?” She held all her hurt and pain inside, covering it up with a
smile, as if nothing was wrong. While all the time, her feet was hurting and
sore from walking long miles and going through so muchabuse and pain. She
tried so hard to keep going, make it to the top, and succeed trying not to give
up. She continued to pray, hands together, head bowed, and on her knees,
praying for all her hurt, pain, and struggles to go away.
had been in and out of foster homes since the age of ten; rarely shown love.
After her and her eldest sister Brittney were physically and mentally abused by
their mother Bridgette, and their mother’s pimp boyfriend who went by the name,
J-Mack. Brooklyn had a golden dark skin complexion, chubby cheeks, and a head
full of hair. She was more of the quiet type, very observant, nice and always
thinking. At 17, she met and fell in love with Terrence, Terrence Carter, her
child’s father. At the time, he was 18 years old. He was all she knew and all
she had. She had been with him for eleven years. He had her going through so
many emotional vicissitudes after her being with him for so long.
the beginning, Terrence was the one. He
was there for her; he took care of her, loved her, and treated her better than
anybody she had ever been with− including family. He took care of everything,
anything Brooklyn wanted or needed; he made it happen. She didn’t have to want
for anything; she had it made. Although she worked and had her own income, she
didn’t have to spend on anything. All she paid were her credit card bills. She
had a shoe fetish, so her money went on nice fancy shoes. One thing she did for
sure was made sure she had a secret bank account that only she knew about,
keeping a stash just in case a rainy day came her way… The money Terrence was
giving her; she would take it and put it in her secret account. He had money;
he wasn’t tripping off what she was doing with it.
his mother died, he collected her insurance benefits; he was her beneficiary.
After being secretly abused by her husband his father, she switched
beneficiaries without anyone knowing. She didn’t die from his abuse, she died
because her husband mistress chased and ran her off the 91 freeway, heading
towards Bellflower. Terrence came in to two hundred thousand dollars. He got
his business license and invested some of the money in a Coin Laundry located
in Los Angeles. His business ran good and made a decent amount of money. He
then got caught up in the drug game.
had a tan neutral skin tone, not so quiet, and wasn’t as nice as Brooklyn. Her
mother, Bridgette was a natural beauty; she stood mid-height, soft brown skin,
and shoulder length hair, very attractive− that’s until she met James.
Bridgette met James known as J-Mack, she had it going on; she worked as a
Paralegal for Benjamin & Steller’s Law Firm. She was bringing in good money
for her and her girls…
how can I help you?” Bridgette asked the gentleman that approached her as she
was sitting at the front desk at the law firm.
I have an appointment with, Steller.” James responded. “Damn she looks good.” he then thought.
their eyes connected, Bridgette thought to herself, “Nope, can’t mess with the clients.” She never liked mixing
business with pleasure. She immediately came out of lala-land. “Okay and sign
here thank you.” she said referring to the sign in sheet. “You can have a seat
in the waiting area over there.”
sat down in one of the plush chairs in the waiting room, grabbed a magazine off
the stand near his seat, and crossed his legs.
“Mmm, James Mack.” she said as she
picked up the sign in sheet to see his name.
was an aggressive, tall, mean looking guy. But Bridgette didn’t see that; she
saw an attractive sexy man. Knowing his criminal background, she looked past
that, always feeling that a person have room to change. He served time in the
pen for robbery and attempted murder. It was something about him that Bridgette
liked. Some women like the aggressive look, and she was one of them.
some reason, she wanted to show him what she was working with. Usually she
would just call the clients name and point them in the direction they needed to
go. This time she got up and walked over to the waiting area where he was
was wearing a form fitting women’s black and white business pinstripe pant
suit; her backside filled it out nicely, with the shape she had it was hard for
her to hide it. “Mr. Mack, Steller is ready for you now.”
got up and followed her lead, staring directly at her ass. You could only
imagine the thought that ran through his head.
having his appointment with the Lawyer, he stopped Bridgette as she was speed
walking down the hallway. “Excuse me; you never gave me your name.”
you never asked, either.”
you feisty, huh?”
how I like ‘em,” James said, looking her up and down. “You got a man?”
is it your concern?” she said playing hard to get.
guess that’s a no,”
you have a good day, Mr. Mack.”
alright, I’ll be seeing you soon, sexy.” he told her and then walked off.
“He got his nerves.” she said to
herself before running to answer the phone. “Benjamin and Steller’s Law Firm
how can I help you?”…
several tries and visits to the Firm, James was finally able to win Bridgette
over. In the beginning as most relationships, theirs was great. They fell in
love, so they thought. She didn’t see anything wrong with his past, hell she
had a past herself, who was she to judge. They would share everything with each
other. Well, he was giving her bits and pieces of his life, while she was open
and honest with hers. Well, she wasn’t quite honest either, because she never
told him that she had had and still having while with him, an affair with her
boss, Mr. Benjamin himself. Their relationship began to get rocky and things
began to spiral left.
James telling her that his hustling and drug days were over, she came to find
out it was all a lie and how much money he had stolen from her, she just
couldn’t believe. That wasn’t just it, not just one or two, but over three
times she caught him cheating, and a long with all that, she found out he was
pimping. She still stayed with him no matter what. She felt she wasn’t letting
what she build break. To her, she was standing by her man. After all he was
doing to her, her way of copping turned to her dipping her nose in powder,
which led to bigger drugs. Not getting thrown off her game, she still continued
to work, just slacking a bit here and there. She was head over hills for him,
despite he was no good. She was so focused and blinded over him; she hardly had
time for her girls, Britney and Brooklyn. J-Mack never once tried to stop her
from using; he just continued to feed her what she fiend for.
girls never knew what she saw in him. He had Bridgette brainwashed and gone off
drugs. Bridgette would sit on the end of her king size bed giving herself that
good ol’ dose of ‘Magic’… As the rush flow through them veins of hers, once
those eyes rolled up and she got to leaning and nodding, J-Mack would creep his
perverted self in Brittney and Brooklyn’s rooms one at a time, molesting each
of them. They both were scared and were told not to tell, because if they tell
the Department of Children and Family Services would come and separate the two
of them and they will not see each other or their mother ever again. He was a monster. That went on for a
good three years. It started when they were seven and eight years old.
late night, Brittney woke up out her sleep in need of using the bathroom. She
wet herself a lot due to all the sexual abuse she was enduring. This night she
woke up on time and headed for the bathroom. As she walked past Brooklyn’s
room, she heard her crying, sobbing. She was already aware of the abuse her
sister was going through, because it was happening to her too. Something came
through her and this time she walked in Brooklyn’s room, when she saw that
J-Mack wasn’t around she consoled her sister, holding her tight.
coming back,” Brooklyn cried whispering to her sister.
it’s going to be alright, sister, just wait for it.” Brittney responded. She
went to go hide in the closet slowly and quietly closing the door, leaving it
cracked just enough for her to see through. She stood there and watched… He
walked in silently closed the door and locked it behind him. Her eyes were so
big she didn’t know what to do; she began to tremble but remained quiet.
didn’t know what she meant by saying, ‘Wait for it.’ “Wait for it, wait for what?” she thought scared. “Is she out of her mind?”
walked in, “Didn’t I tell you to stop all that damn crying and have those tears
wiped up by the time I got back?” he told her in a harsh tone as he sat beside
her on the bed rubbing her leg slowly sliding his hand up her light blue care
laid on her side and balled up into a fetal position, trembling, rocking
herself back and forth. At this time, Brooklyn was nine and Bridgette was 10.
They were just one year apart and close as ever, you would have thought they
were twins; they looked a lot alike. They were so close that, if one got in trouble
the other would get herself in trouble too or they would take each other’s whippings.
further J-Mack put his hand up her gown, the harder she would weep. “Sister, please, help me.” she cried
repeating in her head.
your dirty, filthy ass hands off my little sister, right now!” Brittney came
out the closet, stood behind him and demanded in a heartbroken but stern tone.
paused and turned around with a smirk on his gritty looking face, “You little…”
had a .380 Smith & Wesson pointed right at his forehead. “No more.” she
stated, gun already cocked and ready.
that day, Brittney knew that Bridgette and J-Mack were high and loaded, they
had already talked about staying in the house and just lounge around; they all
knew what that meant− get high all day. When J-Mack nodded and fell asleep,
Brittney snuck in their room grabbed his .380 he had in his shoebox, ran in the
bathroom, checked to make sure it was loaded and ready; and it was, she knew
she was taking a chance, however she didn’t care; she ran to her room and hid
it, and now ready to use it…
and shocked, “How in the hell you get my gun?” he asked her nervously.
come over here,” she was scared to move. “Brooklyn, it’s okay, come on now,
trust me.” Brooklyn jumped up as quickly as she could, ran, and stood behind
her sister but closer to the closet. “Don’t worry about how I got your gun,
worry about this being the last time you will ever put your hands on us again.”
you don’t give me my…” he said reaching for the gun. Boom! Boom! Brittney
squeezed two shots square dead in his head. They were both shocked, no words
came out, but their mouths hung open. Bridgette continued to sleep through the
sound of the gun going off. Brittney stood over his lifeless body just looking
down at it, feeling no pain whatsoever. She was just glad that he wouldn’t be
around anymore. She saved her sister, her mother, and her own life.
ran to her sister hugging her as tight as she can. “What are we gonna do now?”
she asked softly.
and stick together.”
happened so quickly…
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Queen C's Publishing is bringing it to you straight from the Streets; A Hood Novel that will have you glued to the pages, anxious to to the page, smiling, and crying. Hood Girlz was written in a way so that everyone who reads it will be able to relate to it. Chyna brings you some Betrayal, Drama, Loyalty, and Envy. This book is a must read and a must have.
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Growing up in Compton, raised by a and no father, Desti'ne became familiar with struggling at a very young age.
As a teen she and her closest friends grew to understand that MONEY is absolutely necessary for . By any and all means, Money is a must.
But more than they realize,money is the line between LOYALTY and BETRAYAL.
through life and jumping over every obstacle in her path due to her ability to use her "STREETS SMARTS" to get by, while at the same gaining to make herself a better person and give herself a better life.
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