A Lova' Like No Otha' (20 page)

As the pastor spoke, I rejoiced for my mom. But I felt sorry for myself. My mother wasn't coming back. We had finally found a connection and now there was no opportunity to grow closer. Even though I knew she was better off, I felt devastated.

My cousin Ray stood and sang a song called “Anchored in the Lord.” It was a testament to my mother's life, and to mine as well. His voice sounded heavenly. God knew I needed to hear that song.

My mom had suffered through more strife than I ever would. And yet, in the end, she had hope. She knew that if she didn't wake up on this side of heaven again, she would be going to a special place that God had prepared. Her struggles didn't stop until the very end, but her precious soul was anchored in the Lord.

Pastor Paul Porcher took the podium. “Sister Clarke lived her last days in a way that let others know Christ is the way,” he said in his soothing preacher's voice. “She used every opportunity to talk about God and the amazing things He had done for her. And for any of you who didn't get a chance to hear her tell her story, she wanted me to tell you about the One who saved her, and who can save you too. The Lord can clear up any troubles that come in your life. Sometimes that very trouble is what makes us draw near to Him. He's knocking on your door right now, people. If you put your ear close enough to the door and stay real quiet, you can hear Him.”

“Preach on!” somebody called from the back.

“But if you keep doing the things of the world, if you keep living crazy, He's gonna have to bang down the door and make you get it. Now, while there's sunshine in your life, is the time to praise God. Not for what you don't have, but for what He's already given you!”

“Amen,” said another mourner.

“Know that you are nothing without Him. When the whirlwind comes and rips your world apart, it'll make your day turn into unending night. If that night comes too quickly, if it turns so dark that the wave encompasses your calm beach, you might be taken into the water, where you'll suffocate and drown and find yourself in hell eternally.”

I imagined my mom smiling at the pastor's analogy. The thought made me smile a bit too.

“Sister Clarke found Jesus in her last hours. Hallelujah! Now she's been rewarded with the ultimate prize, the ultimate joy, the ultimate peace. And God wants to give that same peace to each one of you.”

Pastor Paul Porcher called for those who didn't know the Lord to come to the altar. I watched as he held his hand forward, inviting people to join him at the altar. Slowly, people stood, one by one, and made their way to the front of the church. Within moments, thirteen people stood around my mother's shiny black coffin. And minutes later, they prayed the Sinner's Prayer with Pastor Porcher and accepted Christ.

A tear of joy trickled down my face. Even in death, my mother was doing the same thing she'd done during her last days on earth—winning souls for Christ. How marvelous.

As we filed out of the sanctuary, the faces around me blurred. My eyes were awash with tears. When I got to the door and saw my mom's casket being loaded into the hearse, I lost my balance. Someone caught me, saving me from falling to the ground.

I turned to thank my rescuer and found myself staring into the face of my ex.

“I'm so sorry, sweetheart,” Devyn said, still holding me.

“Devyn!” I cried out. “Thank you so much for being here today.”

I didn't know how he'd found out, how he knew I needed him to be there. But his presence comforted me. It filled a deep emotional void.

“I don't know what you're doing afterward,” he said, looking around as if he were unsure that he should be speaking.

I shook my head. “Just going back to my mom's.”

“I'll meet you over there.” He kissed my cheek.

I knew that there were many watching, wondering and whispering. But I didn't care. It felt good to have Devyn there. It felt good to have someone to lean on.

After we returned from the cemetery, Devyn drew me away from the lingering mourners and took me to his apartment.

“I just want to help you in any way that I can, Zoe,” he said, touching my face softly and leading me to a room in the back. “Whatever I can do for you, I will do.”

As Devyn gazed into my weary, red eyes, I realized that I was alone with him in his bedroom. I couldn't believe I was here—never did I imagine this. And I was sure Aisha, wherever she was, couldn't imagine this either.

Yet, there we stood, eyeing each other. I was vulnerable. Staring at his gorgeous body, I desperately wanted him to comfort me physically. I had lost so much of myself that day. I needed something to reassure me that I was still alive. I melted into his warm embrace. Was this how my mother had felt in the long, lonely years after my father died? Had she wanted comfort from a man's embrace?

“I know this has been difficult for you,” he said as he eased me toward the bed. “But I don't want you to think about any of that right now. I just want you to remember how it used to be with us. How good it used to feel. I want to make you feel good again, sweetheart.” He gently placed his lips against mine.

I pulled back. “What about Aisha? And your baby?”

Devyn rubbed my tired arms. “That baby ain't mine, Zoe. You were right about that girl. She is crazy. I made a big mistake choosing her over you.” His hands moved to my face. “You're the one who made me everything I am. You helped me reach my goals. All Aisha wanted was to get into my pockets, sit at home and live off me with another man's kid.”

Devyn kissed my neck, my forehead, my nose, then worked his tongue into my mouth. The kiss felt so familiar, and I suddenly realized how much I had missed it. I responded. Our tongues fell into a rhythmic flow as they twirled around each other.

He unbuttoned my blouse and then placed my hands on his fly. I knew what he wanted me to do. I pulled down the zipper in one deft, well-practiced move.

Before I knew it, we were standing, wearing only our underwear. As we embraced, I felt revived. Oh, how I had missed his touch. The thought of pleasing him physically engulfed my mind. In that moment of hot passion, I was caught up in a whirlwind. It was a crazy, sexy love typhoon.

Chapter 13

A
s Devyn slipped my bra strap over my shoulder, the good feeling started to bother me. His sensuous kisses became irritating.

All of a sudden, I wanted him away from me. “Stop!” I yelled, wondering what I had been thinking. “I can't do this. I don't love you. I don't want you.”

He looked at me, but only for a moment before he tried to cover my mouth with his. I pushed him away. Now I knew how Chase had felt when I had pushed myself on him.

“Come on, babe. Let me make you feel good.” It was as if he were ignoring my words.

I pulled up my bra strap. “I'm sorry, Devyn.”

As I put my blouse back on and buttoned it, Devyn continued to try to convince me. “Look, I know you had a thing with Chase, but he's a big football star now. He can get some anywhere. I'm sure you ain't nowhere in his thoughts.”

I looked at Devyn as if he were crazy. I wanted to slap that boy. Tell him to shut up. Tell him he didn't know what he was talking about. But his words sounded too close to the truth. Chase probably wasn't thinking of me.

I pulled on my stockings, praying for strength. Praying for the Lord to come to me and help me understand all of this.

It worked, because I suddenly realized that it wasn't sex I needed to make me feel whole. It wasn't Devyn or Chase. I needed to be happy with me because I was a child of God, not somebody's girlfriend. I longed for the deep, abiding pleasure of God's Word, not the temporary pleasure of sin.

I looked around for my skirt and found it draped over the back of the headboard. As I reached for it, I heard the front door open and slam into a wall.

“Devyn! Where are you?”

Oh, great!
I thought at the sound of Aisha's voice. I struggled into my skirt.

“You best not have that wench in here,” Aisha screamed, her footsteps stomping closer. “I done heard you was comforting her at her mama's funeral, but she better not be in my house!”

With a cocky grin, Devyn opened the bedroom door. He was still only dressed in his underwear.

Aisha stood in the doorway, her tummy bulging under a maternity top that hugged her middle. She glared at Devyn, then turned her eyes to me. Before I could do anything, she flew at me like a maniac. She had me pinned up against the wall, her hands gripping my neck.

“I'm gonna kill you for messin' wit' my man.”

Aisha was sweating profusely. She had to be on something—speed, heroin, crack. I wasn't sure. I managed to squeeze away from her grasp and searched desperately for my shoes. I noticed them halfway under the bed, and lunged for them. When I stood up, shoes in hand, Aisha pulled a 9mm pistol from her purse and aimed it at me with shaky hands.

“Aisha, put that gun down!” Devyn shouted, positioning himself between this crazy woman and me.

“Don't tell me what to do, boy. You just step back. I'm gonna shoot you too before I let you be with another!” She wagged the gun in his face.

With her focus on him, I dashed for the phone. Before I could dial, she growled, “Don't even think about it!” Her red-rimmed eyes glared at me like a wild animal's.

I felt like I was in the middle of a movie. This chick was about to shoot me over Devyn, and I didn't even want him. Maybe if I told her that, she'd let me go. But I knew the drugs in her system probably wouldn't allow her really to hear me.

The wild woman shoved past Devyn and pressed the pistol against my temple, forcing my head back.

“Aisha,” I mumbled, “I just lost my mom.”

“Yeah, and you about to join her,” she said as she cocked the hammer.

I closed my eyes and sent up a quick, panicked prayer.
Lord, help me, please. I know I got myself into this mess just by coming up here with Devyn. Please, Lord, don't let me die!

“Girl,” Devyn yelled. “Quit being stupid! Give me the gun. I ain't gonna ask you no more, Aisha! Give me the gun. Now!”

She turned, removing the barrel from my temple and pointed the gun at him. “You want it? Here!”

A deafening explosion ripped through the room. I screamed, horror coursing through my veins. Devyn stood, staring at Aisha with wide eyes. He turned and stared at the jagged hole in the wall behind him.

I wondered if she was simply trying to scare him or if she was just a bad shot.

“Why, you crazy—” Devyn charged toward Aisha. She kept the gun aimed at him, but her hands quivered. She looked too scared to move.

Devyn took advantage of her uncertainty and tackled her. The gun flew across the floor. While the two of them scurried, trying to reach it, I stood frozen.

Finally shaking myself out of the panic, I ran toward the front door, slipping on my shoes as I went. Just as I opened the door, I heard another shot. I stopped, my hand still on the doorknob, wondering what sound I would hear next. My heart raced as I held my breath.

Silence filled the apartment for what seemed like an eternity before I heard Devyn's voice.

“Zoe, are you still there?”

I sighed, relieved. “I'm here, Dev.”

“Call the paramedics! She's been shot in the stomach. Zoe, please, call for help!”

I looked around the living room and rushed to the phone. I dialed 911 and screamed all the information to the operator. Still on the line, I opened the front door, then ran back to the bedroom.

My stomach churned at the sight that met my eyes. Blood was splattered over the carpet, the bed, the walls. It was all over Devyn's hands and clothes.

Aisha lay in his arms, holding her belly. “My baby” she squealed. “Lord, I'm sorry. Please help my baby!”

As I looked at this girl suffering in pain, then thought about that poor innocent baby who might never be born because of its mother's actions, I realized afresh the severe consequences that often follow sin. But I didn't want to spend the time judging. All I wanted to do was whatever I could to save them both.

“We need to try to stop the bleeding,” I said, my voice shaking. I grabbed a pillow and threw it to Devyn. “Put this under her head,” I ordered. Then I raced to the bathroom and grabbed every towel I could find.

As I returned to the room, I pushed the thought from my mind that it could have been me lying there. Or it could have been Devyn. Although this girl was definitely not out of danger, I thanked God we were all still alive.

Devyn elevated Aisha's head while I lifted her top, pulled down the waistband of her pants and pressed the towels against her gaping wound.

She looked up at Devyn with tear-filled eyes. “Do you think our baby's gonna be okay?”

“Our baby's gonna be fine,” he replied.

I glared at Devyn. Before, he had tried to get with me and claimed Aisha's baby wasn't his. I wanted to call him on it, but I knew this wasn't the time. At least now I understood why she had gone to such desperate lengths. She was trying to protect her so-called family.

I heard paramedics holler from the front door.

“In here!” I called. They rushed in, pushed Devyn aside and immediately went to work on Aisha.

I picked up my purse, desperate to leave.

Devyn followed me into the hall. “Zoe, I…I don't—”

I whipped around, facing him. “Get in there and save your baby, Dev And don't bother to call me. I'll be praying for you, but this is good-bye. For good.”

“Zoe.” He tried to hug me, but I escaped his embrace and walked out the door.

Two days after my mother's funeral and the Devyn-Aisha fiasco, I was back at work. I hadn't been at my desk for more than five minutes before my boss came to my cubicle.

“I'm so sorry to hear about your mother, Zoe. You know you didn't have to come back so soon.”

“Thanks,” I said. “But I needed to get busy catching up on everything. Besides, I want to be here.”

“Well, let me know if you need anything,” Mr. Ware said.

When he left my office, I leaned back in my chair. I was glad to be back in Seattle, away from everything in Miami.

I thought back over the last few days. Devyn called before I left Miami just to let me know that Aisha had delivered a baby boy. He was two months premature and was in intensive care.