#miracle watts ff

[survivalofthefittest-ff-blog]

1: Money Moves

six months earlier

Time was moving so fast and the way Dionne’s day was set up, she hated it. She didn't like her job, but she sure didn't want to get off either. She contemplated on staying an extra hour, but would the headache of customers be worth it? Her hands were shaking and her heart started pounding. She wanted to go elsewhere after work, but she knew that wouldn't work out too great. Dionne knew she had to deal with him one way or another, but today wasn't the day.

Dionne was in an abusive relationship, not physical, but it was abusive verbally, mentally and emotionally. She couldn't escape it, though. She only dealt with it because his abusive, insecure, crazy ass was paying her bills and buying her expensive gifts. None of that was worth it, but Dionne felt she didn't have a choice.

”Dionne! Are you staying over again?” Dionne snapped out of her thoughts as her manager asked her a question.

”I was going to, but -”

”But you're already maxed out with hours. I love that you like to stay over, but I can't allow it this week. Go ahead and clock out. I'll see you in the morning.”

”Alrighty.” Dionne sighed and walked away.

Wrapped up in her thoughts, Dionne wasn't paying any attention to her surroundings. She was so annoyed by her manager that she didn't even notice customers asking her for help as she walked by.

”Yo, can you help me?” Dionne finally turned around. ”Yeah, you.”

Dionna stood there and puzzled for a moment. It was two guys standing there and she couldn't take her eyes off of one. The one asking for help didn't really catch her eye, it was the guy he was with. He was very tall, which Dionne liked and his caramel colored skin had art all over. He was beautiful, but of course, he wasn't paying attention to Dionne.

”Um, yes I - ”

”She can’t, she's off the clock. I'll be more than welcome to help you, though.” Dionne frowned as her co-worker Maria cut her off. ”Get out of here before Shelia comes back. I'll take care of this. See you later?” Maria whispered.

”Yeah, see you later.” 

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The club was packed to capacity and Dionne was annoyed. Max had been calling her nonstop demanding she get home, but money had to be made. She was a sales associate by day and bartender by night, but honestly, she just wanted to quit both. The bartending job was cool, but she was tired of staying up late. It was the same thing for her for five days out of the week and she was ready to give up. She wanted to give up on both jobs and her relationship, but it didn't seem like it would happen anytime soon.

”What up shorty? I ain't seen you in a few days, you good?”

”Hey slim. Yeah, I'm good been busy with my other job, what are you drinking tonight?”

”You know, the usual. I like my Hennessy chilled. You said your other job? What you doing working two jobs?”

”I like making money.” She sat his glass down.

”That's cool, let me ask you something.” Dionne raised an eyebrow and was curious to know what he was about to ask. ”You ever thought about making some real money?”

”What do you mean?”

”My boy Len looking for somebody else with this little situation he got planned. He could use a smart woman on the team.” Dionne was cautious about situations like this. She didn't know if it was legit or it was a scam.

Dealing with any of the dudes in New York was risky, especially for her. Dionne was from Houston, so being around and with a guy from New York was different for her. It's not that she was scared, she was just trying to learn how the people moved out here. It had only been two years and she was learning, but she needed to learn a little quicker.

”What is the mission, slim? Most importantly who the hell is Len?”

”He just texted me. He’ll be here in a few minutes. I'll let him talk to you about that. After you get off, though.” Dionne gave Slim a look and tended to the other people sitting at the bar. She worried it would be something that involved her life being on the line, she wasn't ready for that.

As the night continued, the club became more crowded and Dionne was getting more dollars and attention. It didn't take two seconds before her attention went back on Slim and the guy that walked up to him. It was the guy she laid eyes on earlier at her other job. She wondered was this the Len guy Slim mentioned to her. If it was, she was very open to the idea.

Dionne hurried back over to Slim as he got her attention. She was nervous, yet intrigued. She was intrigued by the beautiful man that stood right in front of her. From his tattoos, his height, his smile and the jewelry that was on him, Dionne couldn't help herself. She wanted to know more about him, but would it be worth it?

”Yo, Dionne this Len. Len, this Dionne. After she gets off, we can talk about that shit you mentioned earlier.” Dionne was frozen, not literally, but that's what it looked like.

”I ran into shorty earlier.” Slim looked confused.

”Earlier? So yall already met?”

”Yeah, um, at my other job. We didn't actually get introduced, though.” Dionne was stuttering and didn't even realize it. She was just in awe of Lennox’s looks and the way he looked at her sent chills up her body.

Dionne wasn't sure if she should even agree to this. Lennox was very attractive and the way her relationship was set up, she didn't need to be underneath another man she thought looked good. She was so close to calling her relationship off and the way Lennox looked, she was ready to play single.

”So are you willing to help me?” Lennox asked a nervous looking Dionne.

”I guess.”

”I need you to be sure. I don't work well with people who are not sure.”

”Okay, I'm open to the idea. I just hope I can trust you.”

”I hope I can trust you too.” He was stern and Dionne could tell he was very serious. This was about to be very interesting.

[tidalwave-fiction]

Chapter One:Painfully Reality/Scared Determination

Chapter Inspiration: Isyss Single For The Rest Of My Life

Zeela Armond

I'd just gotten off from working my shift at the hotel, and all i wanted was food, a hot bath, and the bed. But I'd promised my sister that we would talk, and i owe her that. Our relationship has suffered tremendously, and it was all my fault. I'd drop the ball when it came to us, and our relationship, and going through everything that I've been through with Dave, has me taking steps back, and taking the blame for my actions in the relationships that matter the most.

After all its just my parents, my sister, and myself. We are literally all we have, and I know i haven't shown them the love and respect they deserve. I knew I had enough time to change clothes, and cook, since my sister had almost a four hour drive from St. John's up here to Richmond. As i moved about the spacious hotel room, i mad a mental note to get a card to thank the hotel's manager Mr. Jerry for not only giving me a job, but up grading my room, he didn't have to do any of that.

And I was starting a new chapter in my life, so i wanted people to know that I'd appreciate the little things. As I moved about the little kitchen, I grabbed all the seasoning I would need, and began to season the ground meat I'd taken out earlier. Once I was done with that, I grabbed a small pot, and placed it on the stove. Cutting the burner on medium, I then slid over to the refrigerator, and pulled out the Velveeta cheese, closing the frig I placed the cheese on the counter, then put the seasoned meat into the pot so that I could start browning it.

Before I could move on to the next step, there was some hard rapping placed on the door. Wiping my hands on the hand towel, I shuffled over to the door, and snatched it opened. The small smile I was wearing on my face, immediately fell, as I stared at not only my sister but also my parents. Instinctively I stepped back, placing a protective hand over my stomach. "Hi," I said unsure, as they stepped inside. "My baby." Mother cooed, all ready on the verge of tears, as she pulled me into a hug. My arms wrapped around her, and I swear I didn't realize how much I missed, and needed my mother.

"Tell me whats going on, no matter what it is, it won't change how much I love you, nor will it stop me for being there for you." She told me as she broke our embrace, and with those few words, she'd managed to open the flood gates. I pulled her back into me, all I wanted right now was to cry on her shoulder, and be rocked in her arms. "Baby girl dry those eyes, and come and talk to us." My father spoke. I nodded my head at the whispered words of love, an encouragement my mother was speaking to me.

I stepped out of her embrace, and wiped my eyes, as we all shuffled over to the little living room. I took a deep sigh, before telling them the lame way that David had broken up with me. "And I'm pregnant." I stated. "Well what are your plans?" My dad asked, I took another deep breath before I spoke, "I'm gonna finish out this semester, then transfer to St. Johns." "What are you doing about money, besides what we put in your account every month?" My mother asked. "I work here at the hotel, and Mr. Jerry already said that he'll let me do a hardship transfer." "You know you are the reason why i'm not dating." My sister blurted out.

"What do you mean Zeena?" I asked her perplexed, i wasn't even mad that she'd just blurted that out. It's a habit that we picked up from our father. Zavier was a lot of things, however he didn't handle stress nor stressful situations well, and would blurt out the first thing that came to his mind, and unfortunately my sister and I inherited that trait.

"There's this boy that likes me, but I can't bring myself to date him, he plays ball and I watched how you lost yourself in Dave and I just can't take that chance." I sighed, I never intended to have my actions, have a negative effect on my sister. "Zee I don't handle change well, and when Katrina happened I lost so many friends, was placed in a new environment, first i used you, mommy, and daddy, as my crutch. Then when Dave came along he was just someone else that I used as a crutch. He understood me the same way you all did, he played ball just like I did. Instead of talking about how going through Katrina made me feel, I just clung to the people I had around me."

"And now I'm paying for it, I'm scared as hell that not only am I going to be someones mother, but that I'm also about to be a single parent, in college. Yeah I was down, and sad. Hell I still find myself crying from time to time, but a month in a half has gone by, and I've had plenty of time to think and reflect, I'm determined to make it. I have no choice but to make it, in six months I'm going to be holding my little bundle of joy. Never be afraid to live your life because of things you see other people go through, besides we are alike but we are so different. You wouldn't allow your self to get lost in a relationship." I spoke as honestly as I could.

"Baby girl hearing you speak, and the tone you used, I know you're going to be ok. It'll be hard, it won't be easy at all. But with our love and support you'll make it. I know you will I have faith in you." My father told me then smiled. "You damn right you're going to make it, hell if we have to move up here we will, we have your back all the way." My mother added as she squeezed my leg. "Don't even look towards me you know no matter what i have your back, your my only sister, carrying my only niece or nephew." Zeena said after a short pregnant pause.

I smiled as I stood to my feet to check on my meat. Picking my cooking spoon up, I stirred the meat around making sure it didn't stick to the pot. Pulling out two cans of Rotel, I opened them up, then poured them into the pot, then moved over to cutting the cheese up. "What you cooking?" My dad asked. "Rotel something quick." I stated. Before casting my eyes upon Zeena once she joined me. "You know we aren't done talking right." "I know." "Good you have us all weekend long, so I'ma let you spend some time with the parentals, but we are most definitely going to have our sister time." Zeena spoke with finality as if she was the older sibling. I smirked as i hummed as my response, letting her know I'd heard her.

My father cut on the late game ESPN was showing, while my mother sat curled up on the sofa with a book, Zeena fumbled with my phone, before Toni Braxton's Love Shoulda Brought You Home, flowed lowly through the speakers of my phone. "So are you really scared?" Zeena asked in between mumbling the words, and swaying her hips. I chortled lowly. "More like petrified but I know I'ma make it. I have to make it, I'm about to have a little person counting on me. Failure isn't an option." "This is the Zeela I know." Zee stated as she bumped my hip with hers. I simply smiled at her.

I never noticed how much I missed the little time, and things we did as a family. Us all together, put me in the mind frame of life before Katrina. Zeena and myself would give our mother a night off from cooking every week, and while we were in the kitchen cooking, my dad would be watching a game, or ESPN, while my mother sat next to him curled into his side reading, while Zee and myself, transformed into whatever singer we was listening to.

It's amazing how life's little curve balls could bring about change, and how heartbreak can bring about a will, a drive, determination that you never knew exited inside of you. As long as i had breath in my body I was going to make sure i succeed, and that I become the best mother in the whole entire world.