A Miami Love Tale 3

Diamond Johnson

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• Urban Books

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 10 septembre 2015
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781946789648
• Langue: English

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A Miami Love 3
Thugs Need Luv Too


Diamond Johnson
© 2015
Published by Leo Sullivan Presents
www.leolsullivan.com


All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited.
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Contents



Acknowledgments


1. Breesha

2. Dontae

3. Imani

4. Nae

5. Imani

6. Dontae

7. Nae

8. Breesha

9. Sharice

10. Breesha

11. Dontae

12. Breesha

13. Nae

14. Tisha

15. Nae

16. Nae

17. Breesha

18. Dontae

19. Dontae

20. Sharice


To Be Continued…

Luvin’ A Certified Thug

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Acknowledgments



First off I would like to thank God for even giving me the ability to have the talent of writing. I believe in Philippians 4:13, “I can do all things through Christ Jesus who strengthens me.” There were times when I didn’t want to continue writing this book because I didn’t think it would be good enough. I started working on I choose you in January, 2014 and ended up stopping due to school. Honestly, I pushed myself so hard to finish this book and to finally have it out. I won’t say that it was an easy journey because Lord knows that it wasn’t.
To my amazing parents, thank you for believing in me as well and for not doubting me when I came to you guys with the idea of writing my very own book. I love you guys so much.
To my sisters that supported me with the idea of finally putting my writing skills to good use.
And lastly, to my readers, I hope you all enjoy this book as much I enjoyed writing it. I’m doing this for you guys. Keep a look out for Diamond Johnson, this is only the beginning, I have so much up my sleeve for you guys.


“Keep in mind that I’m an artist
And I’m sensitive about my shit
-Erykah Badu
1

Breesha

W ho would have thought that the constant reminder of me losing my baby would send me over the edge and cause a failed suicide attempt? Why didn’t this shit work? I felt as if I had nothing else to live for! I lost my baby! What was wrong with me? I did everything that the doctors had recommended and I still wasn’t able to complete a full term pregnancy. I didn’t even get to be five months pregnant. I didn’t even get the chance to really get into having my small baby bump.
It’s crazy that I would even stoop this low because I remember as a child thinking to myself, “Why do people kill themselves?” I felt like there was nothing be that could wrong in your life that prayer couldn’t fix! Did I suddenly stop believing in prayer? Did all of a sudden begin to question my faith in God? I mean because if there was a God, then why would he allow something as traumatic as this to happen? Why would he allow me to get my hopes up on having a baby just to turn around and take my son away from me? I know it’s been said to never question God, but the way I was feeling right now, I just wanted some answers. What did I do that was so fucked up that He would allow something as traumatic as this to happen?
“One more pill Breesha!” Dontae said from his seat, sitting next to the window in my hospital room.
“What?” I asked. My throat was so damn dry, it felt as if I had swallowed a bucket full of sand. I watched as Dontae rose from his seat and the pissed off look on his face was evident. I could tell from the way his jaw kept twitching that he was livid with me.
“Breesha if your ass had taken one more fuckin’ pill, you would be dead right now! I wouldn’t be talking to you right now! I would be somewhere trying to make fuckin’ funeral arrangements for your ass!” he barked at me.
I looked around the room and noticed that Imani, Nae, Bria, my aunt, Imani’s grandmother, and Mama April were also in attendance. I couldn’t help but to be embarrassed at this point. I knew they had to be calling me all type of crazy this and that. I closed my eyes and thought back to yesterday when this all happened.
I was awake the whole time. I was just lying under the covers, pretending to be asleep so that Dontae wouldn’t come and get me out of the bed. I knew with him thinking I was asleep, he would leave me be. I had been having thoughts of suicide since the day I was discharged from the hospital. I was given booklets to read and numbers to call because I was told that I would be experiencing some thoughts of suicide due to me being depressed.
But I didn’t want to read any of that shit! I just wanted to be left alone! I wanted to be at peace. And when I say at peace, I mean I wanted to go join my baby in Heaven. I didn’t want to be here anymore. I felt as if it wasn’t fair for me to continue living my life while my son never even got the chance to live his. Before he even got here he was dead! When I laid in that hospital bed and pushed him out of me, he was already dead!
As soon as I heard the door shut, I ran to the bedroom window, just to make sure that Dontae really did leave. I made sure that I made up the bed so that when he came into the room, he might think I went downstairs or something like that. After I made the bed, I went into the bathroom in our bedroom and located the Percocets in the medicine cabinet that the doctor had prescribed for me. I went back over to the bathroom door and made sure to lock the door. I didn’t need to risk Dontae finding me and possibly ruining my plan.
The whole time that I was trying to twist the cap off my hands kept shaking. As soon as I was able to get the cap off, all the pills went flying to the floor. I was able to retrieve all of them and out them back in the bottle. Pill after pill, hands trembling, tears falling from my eyes, I continued to pop my prizes in my mouth, followed by the water I was using at the sink to help swallow them down.
Finally, I was at peace. My body was numb. I couldn’t feel a thing. I thought I was that much closer to finally being able to seeing my son.
“Breesha did you fuckin’ hear me?” Dontae asked, walking over to me, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I tried to sit up in the bed but it felt as if my head weighed a ton. So, instead, I ignored him and buzzed for the nurse to come. Two minutes later, a middle aged African-American female nurse came into the room in her blue scrubs. She reminded me of a smaller version of the R&B singer Ledisi.
“Well it’s nice of you to bless us with your presence Ms. Thomas. I’m Nurse Jenny. How are you feeling?” she asked, walking over to me.
“My throat is very dry and my head is killing me,” I said, placing the palm of my hand on my forehead.
“That’s to be expected. Let me go and get you a cup of water,” she said and left out of the room.
Imani and Nae walked over to the bed and I gave them both a weak smile. “I’m dying to get in your ass right now! I swear to God you lucky Bria is sitting right there!” Nae had no problem letting me know how she felt. I didn’t say anything because I knew I was wrong and couldn’t anything I say justify my actions. So instead of trying to come up with an excuse, I just laid there and nodded my head.
“I just want to know why you did it Breesha? I mean come on girl, you way stronger than that. You was there for Nae when she had her miscarriage so why wouldn’t you just let us be there for you? You shut us out. We couldn’t even be there for you because you wouldn’t even pick up the phone to accept our calls,” Imani cried.
I felt bad having to see my little cousin cry over my mess. I couldn’t even form any words to come out of my mouth because I didn’t know what to say. Plus, I was scared that Dontae would try and kill my ass if I said something stupid. Imani looked up to Nae and I because we were older than her and she always thought that we were strong enough to do things that she wouldn’t ever try. So for me to go to the extreme and try to harm myself really hurt my little cousin and I couldn’t help but feel like shit at the moment. Here I was, supposed to be her hero and I ended up almost going out like a coward.
The nurse came back in the room with a cup of water and a straw. Imani went to the restroom out in the hallway, followed by Bria, while Nae went and sat back down in her chair. Nurse Jenny held the cup up to my mouth and allowed me to drink from the straw. I didn’t realize how thirsty I was up until now.
“You missed lunch, so we’ll be bringing you dinner around 6,” Nurse Jenny told me after wiping my mouth with a napkin.
I did not do hospital