After losing her husband in a tragic accident, Stephanie Dennard finds herself a single parent of two beautiful daughters. After years of struggling alone, she is suddenly swept off her feet and finds comfort in the arms of a new man, a handsome smooth talking truck driver named Mike. Mike soon moves into the home Stephanie shares with her young daughter, Anita, a teen who possessed exotic features much like her father. She had a passion for helping others and dreamed of one day becoming a nurse, just like her mother.
LaSonya, on the other hand, looked just like her mother, but possessed the business acumen of her father and pursued a career in business management. LaSonya was the perfect ‘big sister’ and loved Anita dearly. Anita and LaSonya, the both, dislike Mike but is their dislike for him misplaced or is there a more sinister side to him that hasn’t yet surfaced?
Stephanie finds herself torn between the man she loves and the daughters she adores. Will she be forced to make a decision between them? While Anita is left fighting the demons that accompany nightmares, bitter memories, and depression, LaSonya is left trying her best to hold the family together, while searching for her own piece of happiness.
Will the family ever regroup? Will Anita ever be the same innocent carefree spirit she once was before evil crept in to rob her of all that was pure?
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Genre: Women Fiction, Urban Fiction
Chapter One: Afraid To Love You by J. Brinkley
Lightening spider webbed through the dark stratosphere, summoning a low bellied rumble reverberating throughout the valley. The evening was gloomy and the rain poured down fiercely, making it hard to see the road. The gusty wind blew rain harshly up against the SUV. The windshield wipers struggled to perform effectively. The windows began to fog. He reached to turn on the defrost but that didn’t do any good. Still, Dontae wasn’t at all bothered by the harsh weather.
He was listening to the smooth sounds of Boney James’ Hold on Tight streaming through the Bose speakers in his SUV, reflecting on his family, his day at work, and the huge contract he had just landed. Dontae was a very hard working family man who loved his family with all his heart. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for them. They meant the world to him, and they loved and adored him just as much.
He had put in a lot of hard work, dedication and long hours at the architectural firm where he worked as a freelance architect. Both he and his family, a loving and loyal wife and two beautiful daughters, had sacrificed a lot over the years and it was finally paying off. He had landed a multi-million dollar contract to design a new shopping mall being built in the city. Yes, life was indeed good. He was planning on telling the family they could finally take that much overdue vacation they had been planning for years but somehow never managed to get around to, and he could go ahead and purchase some life insurance that his wife, Stephanie, had been asking him to do.
The rain and gusty wind became more intense, making it virtually impossible to see the road. His windows fogged up even more. “Shit!” he said, then took a deep breath and exhaled.His SUV came to slow halt at the red light. The traffic was fairly thick but his vision was blurred by the heavy rain. The light turned green; he put his foot on the accelerator; the SUV propelled to the mid-section of the four-lane street. Bright lights flashed from his peripheral.
Suddenly he heard the menacing sound of screeching tires and could even smell the burning rubber as the driver of the oncoming vehicle tried desperately to stop in time. Before he could turn his head to face the moving object that was quickly closing in on him, he was side smashed by it viciously, damaging his body and sending him into a state of unconsciousness.
Red and blue lights flashed while police and ambulances occupied the intersection where the accident had taken place. Police officers investigated while the paramedics put the victims on gurneys and wheeled them onto the back of two waiting ambulances.
The detective and two deputies rode out to the address listed on the registration inside Dontae’s SUV. When they pulled up in the yard, the lights were on inside the house. The area was quiet; the heavy rain had slacked off to a slight drizzle. They strolled casually up the walkway until they reached the front door and knocked three times. A chubby dark skinned woman opened the door wearing her pajamas.
“Ah, hello, ma’am. We are so sorry to bother you at this time of night. However, my name is Detective Lawson,” the detective politely informed Stephanie while pulling out his Raleigh, North Carolina badge to show her. “I would like to know if you, by any chance, know Mr. Dontae Mitchell?”
“Yes, I do. He is my husband. What’s wrong?” Stephanie asked curiously. The stout detective took his brim off and held it in both hands feeling a bit nervous. “Well, ma’am, I’m afraid to impart this news, but I must… your husband was in a terrible crash over on Jefferson mid-section a few hours ago,” Detective Lawson informed her.
“Oh my! Is he alright?” Stephanie asked frantically.