OMG! I so thought that I wouldn’t be able to write this blog story, for I’ve had a horrible bout of writer’s block. I had no ideas all week. I was trying to figure out where I go from chapter 8s end. As I was trying to sleep last weekend, it came to me, at least part of it. But this week again, no idea on how to continue.
I don’t answer but nodded. Of course, I wouldn’t explore here, that would put Raj in a horrible position. It would also end what Raj and I had. Charlie knew that as well, but I felt as though he would not adhere to it.
I lead Charlie toward the stairs and to Raj’s sitting area. As we walked, Charlie tried to hold my hand, and I snatched my hand away, looking around to see if anyone was watching. I folded my arms in front of me. He couldn’t be serious. Here, now, he wants to reach for my hand?
You know, I used to wonder what it would be like to have two men. No longer wondering, and I’m lost in my feelings. I close my eyes and get lost in the love presently surrounding me. I know Raj loves me more than he can say. However, he does express it well.
I had briefly thought about this when Charlie and I first started being intimate. But I just figured it was a passing thing. Just curiosity because we had been friends for so long. We knew everything about each other. We had sleepovers and had never touched each other intimately until six months ago. No one ever believed us, but it was true. I often wondered what had changed in the last six months that didn’t exist before. I didn’t have a clue.
Hey, Peace and Love Everyone. How was your week? Mine, pretty cool actually. I got to hangout with a friend I really hadn’t spent much time with. We had a ball. Then yesterday was writer’s critique. It was cool. Again time to hangout with friends. Something we all should create a time to do. Even…
‘Baujee,’ I’m shocked. She called him that. I’m not allowed to. I have to call him Mr. Arya. I know exactly who the voice belongs to and am wondering why Raj would tell me to call. I never call become coming over. The other women who date the Arya sons don’t call. I’m starting to feel unwanted. I was about to leave and go home, but Mrs. Riya Arya walked right to me.
Hopped up on sugar, we headed downtown to Chelsea. It was a great day laughing and talking with my sister. I managed to avoid discussing my love life by saying I would prefer a more private place to talk. That worked until we sat down for dinner.
I open my eyes, wondering why I felt like I had weights over my legs and chest. I feel crushed between two walls. I take a deep breath and try to move. The pressure is unyielding; it moved with me.
“What the fuck?” I mumble. I hear groaning, and the weight across my chest releases me. I scoot towards the top of my bed and look around. “Raj, Charles?” I whisper and rub my eyes.
Peace and Love Everyone! I hope you all have had a great week. Mine hasn’t been anything out of the ordinary. I did go to a family gathering this week. It’s always great to see people you haven’t see in years. This spark my poetry writing again, so I figured I would share. So, I’ve…
They read the card.
‘To my whore of a daughter. You may not die at the end of the play, but soon after, you’ll be gone anyway. Dad.’
Alle started to shake and cry after reading the card. It scared her so much. She knew that her stepfather would try again, but the night of her first show. She was glad Pablo was with her and sought comfort in his arms.
“No, I don’t’ think so. We’re going to be here a while, and I will get my revenge on your nephew and his girl.” Sutton smiled at Allegra and chuckled to himself.
Peace and Love Everyone! I’m late with the chapter tonight but I’m bring it to you. It’s been a long weekend and I would have completed it sooner, except I needed to wash and braid my daughter’s hair. That is always a feat in itself. Anyway, I didn’t want to disappoint so I finished typing…