Broken by Navaura Campbell (reader novel .TXT) 📕

She shook her head,  "No, it's not. My own mother wants me to abort because she doesn't want to be a grandmother."

"Tamarah, I'm not understanding what the issue is here. You said yourself that you most likely wouldn't keep it."

Tamarah, shrugged,  "Yeah, but when she came through the door, she didn't ask me what I wanted, just told me what I was going to do."

Timothy cleared his throat, "I see. So you are upset that she didn't ask you first?"

Tamarah nodded her head, "I'm able to make my own decisions."

Tamarah, you're a minor, not an adult."

"It doesn't mean I'm not able to make my own decisions." Tamarah crossed her arms difiantly. Timothy sighed, "It does if your mom says you are."

Tamarah narrowed her eyes, "In the state of Virginia, it's legal for me to decide whether I want to keep my baby or not."

Timothy put his hand up to his head confused, "Tamarah, you need to talk to someone else about this. I don't know how to help you on this situation."

Tamarah looked up at him. "I just know I can't talk to my mom."

"What about the school counselor?" He suggested.

"I don't feel comfortable talking to them there."

"What about a pastor? Aunt, Uncle, Cousin, Anybody but me Tamarah."

Tamarah began to think and think  until she gave up, almost ready to leave.

Timothy cleared his throat,  "What about my mom?"

 Tamarah shook her head, "You're mom hates me. I don't think she'll even talk to me."

"That's not true." Timothy deflected the comment. "My mom just is a stickler when it comes to sex outside of marriage. I bet if I asked her she would help you."

Tamarah sighed, frustrated, putting her hand on her forehead, " This sucks, I never intended for this to happen."

"I know." Timothy stated, unaware that his hand had gone to caressing her back in a comforting fashion. "It still helps to talk to someone about it."

"Tamarah sighed, indicisively, "I don't know.

"Would you prefer talking to my pastor?" He asked, running out of options. Tamarah licked her lips, thinking if she talked to a pastor that would be more embarassing because he was a guy. After contemplating, her decision was made. "I would rather talk to your mom."

"She can go over with you what your options are. She used to be a social worker. Maybe she has contacts."

Tamarah shrugged, "Thanks." As she prepared herself to leave, Timothy stopped her, "What are you going to do about your appointment tomorrow?"

Tamarah shrugged, "I don't know. I'll go but I'm going to make sure it's loud and clear I'd like some time to think about it."

~                                                                                                             ~

Jordan shook Franklin, the detective working on Gina Harrelson's case, hand and allowed him entrance into his office.

"What you got for me Frankie."

"Well, this is going to surprise you.'

"What's that."

 "Your little sultry woman was telling the truth." Frankie put the files down on Jordan's desk. "Yeah?"

"Yes, there were plenty of witnesses to what transpired between her and Olier. Several different ocassions."

Jordan nodded, "Alright, thanks Frankie." 

Frankie smiled at him, "How's that beautiful wife of yours?" 

Jordan smiled, "She's great. A little tired lately."

"Yeah, that's usually what happens when a woman is with child."

"Twins, Frankie." 

Frankie glanced up from the file in his hand, "Twins?" 

Jordan nodded, his posture a little stiff.

Frankie immediately went to the office bar, and pulled out a bottle of Brandy and two small shots. Putting the glasses on Jordan's desk, he poured a sip of the brown wine. Holding it up to him, he said, " Congratulations my brother." Jordan sighed, grabbed the glass, clinked it against his and said, "Thanks." Without taking a swig, he set the glass down and watched as Frankie downed his. Frankie set the empty glass next to his. "What's wrong man?" 

Jordan sighed, "I was looking forward to the two we have graduating school and going off to college. With two more on the way, that's going to make the vacations, traveling and sporadic love making practically none existent."

Frankie furrowed his brows, "I doubt it man, you and Denise still get down with the best of them. It doesn't seem like marriage have dulled your love for one another."

Jordan sighed, "You're right, it hasn't. I love her more and more everyday and she's an atomic bomb in the bedroom, but...when those two come along, that's going to be the last thing on her mind. Last time Craig was born, it was a whole year before she and I were able to be intimate and another two before we had alone time. The sex didn't start increasing until Craig was old enough to go to school. It was like she had us on this damn schedule and boy did arguments ensue. Finally it got to a point where one night I was so frustrated with everything I just through out the schedule and did all I could do to not rip off her clothes."

Frankie nodded, his cheeks slightly rosy. "Well, it was obviously worth the wait."

Jordan swallowed, "It was but do you know that during that whole time, I almost cheated on her with atleast three different women."

"Adrienne Winters, Deb Nicholson and Juliette Burges, right?"

Jordan narrowed his eyes, "How'd you know?"

Frankie sighed, "For one, I work with Adrienne and I was trying to get a hold of her the night she came up here to brief you on the Davenport Case."

Jordan put his hands over his eyes as if that would erase the beautiful chocolate girl from his mind. She'd been a slender yet curvaceous woman with long beautiful hair that went passed her shoulders. Her heart shaped lips, tough exterior and no nonsense attitude had made Her extremely attractive to him.

He had a serious weakness for dark skin.

One of the things that had attracted him to his wife and kept him attracted was the dark Hershey skin tone she kept shiny with various oils. Her skin was smooth as silk, edible and beautiful through and through. He got lost on many occasions in the luscious sweet scent.  How her skin contrasted to his was an outright addiction when she lay entangled with him. Especially when her hair was in a natural fro.

The blood that pumped through his chest, causing his breath to stick in his throat, drove him crazy with need, as he envisioned his wife, his heart swelled at the deep connection they had built. She was his anchor and he was her rock. As he thought of his wife he knew he'd spend 30 more years with her. There was no woman on this earth worth trading her in for. She'd given him every part of her from her body to her heart, soul and mind. It was all joined to him. Just as all of him belonged to her. 

She was  the only person he loved more than himself. The only woman who could get under his skin, to the depths of his soul. As he thought this, his mind went to Vanessa. His daughter had a place unrivalled in his heart as well. Although he loved Craig, he related more to Vanessa who had characteristics of both him and her mother. Tough as nails like her mother but she had his heart. When she loved she loved. All it took was one betrayal and he'd never look at you the same way again. Jordan knew that when Vanessa fell in love she was going to become more like him but until then she acted as her mother. only he saw her soft side which mirrored his. 

Turning his attention back to Franklin, he grabbed a notepad from his desk, asking for the names of the individuals who claimed to have witnessed Gina being sexually harassed by Mr. Olier. After getting the names he asked Franklin if three was anything else he needed to add to the information he'd already received. "For now that's all. However just know that I will be keeping an eye on both parties just to make sure there is no scheming involved." 

Jordan sighed, understanding full well the meaning behind his approach. he didn't trust either individuals involved and felt it crucial to keep an eye out. He knew Franklin long enough to know how he operated. 

-----

Gina Harrelson flicked her tongue over her teeth as she opened the tube of Candy red lipstick.

"Gina I don't think you should do this." Her roommate Maya Tucker stated as she watched her in the mirror with light hazel colored nervous eyes.

"Why not?"

"He's married with children." 

"He's also quite wealthy. Should he and his wife divorce she Will be well taken care of."

"How do you know that he will leave her for you?" 

Gina smiled, "I don't, but it will be quite fun tempting him to. Men like him can't stand to see a woman in distress."

"You should have respect for his wife and kids."

Gina sighed," he should be considering them, not me  I'm not married."

"Are you going to do him like you did Mr Olier?"

Patting her hair Gina shrugged. "I didn't do anything to Mr Olier. He did everything of his own accord."

"You wrecked his marriage."

Shaking her head adamantly, Gina denied her friend's accusations. "You can't wreck something that was alreadhy torn apart."

"They seemed to be happy Gina and you came in between that."

Gina rolled her eyes, sighing. "If they were really happy, he wouldn't have came on to me so strongly. I'm so sick of men who think they are entitled to women, men who think they can have any woman they want because she looks good. They, are the reason why women such as myself hate men."

 Maya exhaled sharply. This was the reason she refused to introduce Gina to her boyfriend. Maya and Uriel had been dating for a year and a half now and during their last anniversary, he'd requested that she make the move with him to Oregan, after he'd gotten a promotion with V tech toy company as plant manager for the store in Miles Ville Oregan. Although she'd accepted the offer, she hadn't yet revealed the information to Gina for this purpose. Gina was crazy ass fuck. 

Maya had known Gina since they'd both started Park View high back when they lived in South Hill. This behavior was nothing new for Gina. Gina had seduced a teacher of theirs into a sexual relationship and then after three months exposed their relationship to his wife. She had ruined a good person and seemed to be on the fast track with finding other people to screw with. She'd so far had ruined seven men and their marriages. It's like she got some sick and twisted delight out of hurting them.

Maya was waiting for the day when she was served just desserts. Although she'd ignored it the majority of the time they'd been around one another, now that she was serious with Uriel, the thought of Gina coming between them made her sick. That's why she couldn't bring herself to introduce him to her.

Maya loved Uriel more than life itself. He was the reason she was alive, litterally. Maya had struggled with depression from the age of ten after her mother died and had a difficult time forming relationships. On the day she'd been on her way to the city bridge to take that faithful leap, he'd sat down next to her. It surprised Maya that he would speak to her without being spoken too. She'd been so used to being ignored that it shocked her when he asked her what her name was. Then he'd proceeded to tell her that he noticed she'd take the bus every Thursday around that time. Maya sighed as she thought of how desperate she'd been at the time, wishing to end her less than exciting life due to sheer hurt over her mother's passing.

Her father who'd been a functioning alcoholic worked in one of the coal mines in a nearby town and spent the majority of his time away from home. Thus, leaving her feeling neglected and abandoned. She'd been so withdrawn and isolated mentally and emotionally that she'd been the proverbial fly on the wall during school. She kept quiet in the majority of her classes and passed through primary, secondary and college without a single soul to