His heart. I had his heart ... I thought.
“I'm going to be there to tell him to stay as far away from you as he possibly can. You are a manipulative, trifling little whore. If you ever come near him, I will beat you down like I did before. I warned you, and you crossed me. I showed what I'm made of too, so please try me again. I dare you.”
No, this trick wasn't threatening me on the sacred ground of souls resting. The pastor who gave the eulogy stood several feet away chatting to some of the mourners but still managed to cast some worried stares in our direction. I took a deep breath clasping my hands in front of me. I was trying to play it cool, and she's the one getting ignorant with me. I swear I saw her neck roll and her pointing her little finger at me like I'm her child or something. I nodded, smiling slyly.
“You caught me off guard before, Kea, but don't think I'm going to ever let you get me like that again. You better be glad I'm not sweeping the ground with you right now. And some words of advice. Don't you ever threaten me again,” I said like nothing was going on between us. Just a little friendly conversation was what we were having in everyone else's eyes.
“Oh, it wasn't a threat, Zacariah. It's a
promise,
” Kea said before walking away.
A promise? Didn't I just tell her to not threaten me again? I chuckled as she made her way back to Derrick and his mom. All of them walked toward the waiting limousines. I smiled at the pastor who was still staring me down. Then I brushed my suit, tucked my purse under my arm, and proceeded to my car all the while wishing I had jerked Kea by her ponytail and slammed her face into these granite headstones. But I shook the thoughts off and thought of other ways to get her back.
Taking out my cell phone I found the number to my cousin.
“Hey, girl. Do you think you can stop by and see me today... For what? Don't be questioning me. Just come over as soon as possible. I need a huge favor from you, and I can guarantee I will make it worth your while.”
About the Author
Tresser Henderson was raised in the small town of Skipwith, Virginia. Brought up by both her mother and father, she was the oldest of three siblings. At the age of fifteen, she realized writing a book was something she wanted to do. This was ironic since she didn't like to read. Never pursuing this, she went on to graduate from high school and college, getting an associate's degree in computer medical administration. Then Tresser worked for a major health insurance company. It wasn't until she was brought to a crossroad in her life that someone helped her realize writing was her God-given talent that she was supposed to be doing. Not letting this opportunity slip away again, she followed her dream. At this point in her life, Tresser developed her latent passionâreading. This, along with life's challenges, helped fuel Tresser's passion for the art of writing fictional stories. Getting married and having her children rank at the top of her life's blessings. Having the courage to step out in faith and accomplish her dreams comes in second. Tresser is currently working on the sequel to her novel.
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