Book Description:
Terrence James is Vicki Holiday’s ex-boyfriend. Rejected for the majority of his life, he refuses to accept rejection again. He is determined not to let Vicki go no matter what it takes. He continues to behave as though they never broke up, when it was his doggish ways that caused the split.
Vicki tries to ignore Terrence when he begins following her around. No matter where she goes, Terrence is guaranteed to show up and cause a scene. Not only does he stalk her, his actions show a side of him she’s never seen. He’s vandalizing her property, harassing her friends, and threatening any man he thinks she might be involved with. The last straw is when he breaks into her apartment and is confronted by her new love interest. Will someone end up in a body bag?
Vicki tries to ignore Terrence when he begins following her around. No matter where she goes, Terrence is guaranteed to show up and cause a scene. Not only does he stalk her, his actions show a side of him she’s never seen. He’s vandalizing her property, harassing her friends, and threatening any man he thinks she might be involved with. The last straw is when he breaks into her apartment and is confronted by her new love interest. Will someone end up in a body bag?
Author Bio:
Teresa D. Patterson, who also writes under the pseudonym, Diane Diamond, is the author of It’s Your World, Black Girl! Project Queen, and Uncrossing Her legs. She lives in Florida with her two sons.
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“Tasha, where have you been?” Frank asked in a harsh tone. He looked his sister up and down.
“I’ve been around, you know, doing me. You’ll let me in, Frank? I just want to take a shower and get something to eat.” She was shaking and ticking nervously, as drug addicts are accustomed to doing.
“You know Mama don’t want you in her house.”
“Please,” the bedraggled woman begged. “I’m so hungry. Can I please take a hot shower?”
Frank exhaled loudly. He never could say no to Tasha. “Where have you been?” he repeated.
“Same place I always be.” Tasha shuffled into the living room. Her eyes darted around. “Where’s Mama?”
“She’s at bible study and it’s a good thing too. Hurry up so you can be gone before she gets back.”
“I’m not gonna steal nothing, Frank. You ain’t got to be rude. I just wanted to check on Mama and see how she’s doing.”
“She’s fine. At least she was until that no good son of yours ran her blood pressure up.”
Tasha’s eyes continued to dart around. She couldn’t look Frank in the eye. “Terrence? How’s my baby doing?”
“I don’t know and I really don’t give a shit. He got arrested for something and it stressed Mama out. Her blood pressure went up sky high. I told Terrence he had to go.”
“Why you do that Frank? Why you put him in the streets? He’s blood.”
“He ain’t my responsibility. He’s a grown ass man.”
“Well, I hope he’s doing okay. I want to see him, but I don’t think he wants nothing to do with me.” Her shoulders slumped dejectedly.
“Why would he Tasha? It’s not like you’ve been the world’s best mother.”
“I tried Frank.”
“No you didn’t. All you tried to do was find another piece of crack. You’ve been a junkie for as long as I can remember.”
She glared at him. “Who made me the junkie, Frank? Huh? Can you remember that?”
Frank scowled at her. “Go take a shower. You smell like rotten fish,” he insulted.
She hesitated. “I need some money, Frank - Just a few dollars.” She licked her lips and stared at him.
Frank smirked. He knew she’d get around to that. It happened every time she showed up.
“Why do you keep coming back here, Tasha? Why do you have to tempt me?”
“For the same reason you keep punishing me.”
They glared at each other in silence.
“You punish yourself,” Frank said, breaking the tense silence. “Your love for crack outweighs your love for anything else. You’ll do anything to get it. When are you gonna give that shit up?”
“Why you always got to preach at me Frank?” she asked, irritated. “Just give me the money.”
“You already know that I’m not going to give you anything, Tasha.” His eyes traveled over her. Suddenly, the way he looked at her changed. Even though she was clearly strung out, she wasn’t a bad looking woman. At one point in time, she’d been beautiful. He wanted her to be that woman again, but he had to take what he could get. “Go take your shower and meet me in your old bedroom. Hurry up,” he commanded. She obediently went to do what he’d instructed. After she’d finished bathing, she joined Frank who sat on the edge of the bed. She wore only a towel.
“You know what you have to do, Tasha.” Like a robot, she sank to her knees between his legs.
“I’ve been around, you know, doing me. You’ll let me in, Frank? I just want to take a shower and get something to eat.” She was shaking and ticking nervously, as drug addicts are accustomed to doing.
“You know Mama don’t want you in her house.”
“Please,” the bedraggled woman begged. “I’m so hungry. Can I please take a hot shower?”
Frank exhaled loudly. He never could say no to Tasha. “Where have you been?” he repeated.
“Same place I always be.” Tasha shuffled into the living room. Her eyes darted around. “Where’s Mama?”
“She’s at bible study and it’s a good thing too. Hurry up so you can be gone before she gets back.”
“I’m not gonna steal nothing, Frank. You ain’t got to be rude. I just wanted to check on Mama and see how she’s doing.”
“She’s fine. At least she was until that no good son of yours ran her blood pressure up.”
Tasha’s eyes continued to dart around. She couldn’t look Frank in the eye. “Terrence? How’s my baby doing?”
“I don’t know and I really don’t give a shit. He got arrested for something and it stressed Mama out. Her blood pressure went up sky high. I told Terrence he had to go.”
“Why you do that Frank? Why you put him in the streets? He’s blood.”
“He ain’t my responsibility. He’s a grown ass man.”
“Well, I hope he’s doing okay. I want to see him, but I don’t think he wants nothing to do with me.” Her shoulders slumped dejectedly.
“Why would he Tasha? It’s not like you’ve been the world’s best mother.”
“I tried Frank.”
“No you didn’t. All you tried to do was find another piece of crack. You’ve been a junkie for as long as I can remember.”
She glared at him. “Who made me the junkie, Frank? Huh? Can you remember that?”
Frank scowled at her. “Go take a shower. You smell like rotten fish,” he insulted.
She hesitated. “I need some money, Frank - Just a few dollars.” She licked her lips and stared at him.
Frank smirked. He knew she’d get around to that. It happened every time she showed up.
“Why do you keep coming back here, Tasha? Why do you have to tempt me?”
“For the same reason you keep punishing me.”
They glared at each other in silence.
“You punish yourself,” Frank said, breaking the tense silence. “Your love for crack outweighs your love for anything else. You’ll do anything to get it. When are you gonna give that shit up?”
“Why you always got to preach at me Frank?” she asked, irritated. “Just give me the money.”
“You already know that I’m not going to give you anything, Tasha.” His eyes traveled over her. Suddenly, the way he looked at her changed. Even though she was clearly strung out, she wasn’t a bad looking woman. At one point in time, she’d been beautiful. He wanted her to be that woman again, but he had to take what he could get. “Go take your shower and meet me in your old bedroom. Hurry up,” he commanded. She obediently went to do what he’d instructed. After she’d finished bathing, she joined Frank who sat on the edge of the bed. She wore only a towel.
“You know what you have to do, Tasha.” Like a robot, she sank to her knees between his legs.
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the story is not something new. It happen in reality. I used to be terrence. But i realize what i've done is wrong and self-destruction.
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