The Exchange ©
Urban NovelThis is an urban novel. I advise you before hand not to continue beyond this point, if you can't handle graphic content {shooting & fighting}, explicit language and dialect, and or sexual scenes. If those things aren't your cup of tea, then this story just may not be for you. Happy reading to all who continue beyond this point.
Copyrighted 2016 @qveenV_ Vanessa Wright. All Rights Reserved ! ®
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__________________________Chapter One | |Tired
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Boy I'm tired of trying
Your teasing ain't enough
Fed up of biding your time
When I don't get nothing back
And for what, and for what, and for what
When I don't get nothing back
Boy I'm tired - Adele
__________________________Kamille Riley Paige
Tired. Hurt. Confused. Troubled. Abused. Misunderstood. Misled. Neglected. Broken. Weak. All of these deep and meaningful words described myself, Kamille Riley Paige, and how I felt on the inside. Waking up in an empty bed, next to the space where your lover should've been is a painful feeling for anyone to endure. Knowing he's probably laid in that same space, but of the next woman's bed is what really hurt the most though. I just couldn't seem to wrap my mind around, why I was treated this way.
The feeling of stupidity washed over me as I laid there, in the bed that I shared with the man that I loved and thought loved me back in exchange. I felt stupid for staying with a man that doesn't cherish or value me at all, that shows no commitment to me, that disrespects me on unforgivable levels, that hurts me every single known day, but stumbles in late in the night smelling of liquor and a woman's foul vagina, but even that isn't the worse part. Sometimes he never even comes home at all, leaving me to worry and feel stupid all during the night.
I felt stupid, especially when I cried because of the things he does, or doesn't do as boyfriend or even as as a father. Crying doesn't solve anything though and it only makes me realize the inevitable, that it's all my fault. No, it's not my fault that he treats me this way, but it's my fault for allowing him to treat me this way. A man only does what you allow him to do, that's what my grandma always told me. I was raised by parents who constantly encouraged me to be the best that I could be, uplifted me when I felt that I was useless, and told me my worth when I didn't think I was worth a dime, so why I allowed him to damper my worth is beyond me.
My excuse for allowing the man that I loved to do these things to me, was always the love of my life, my daughter Raegan Rylie Paige. My angel is the best thing that has ever happened to me, she's my heart, my lifeline, my world revolves around my baby girl and what makes her happy. Raegan was definitely a mommy's girl, but she loved and cherished her father like he was a King. In her eyes, he could do no wrong, but only if she knew how badly he treated her Queen. No matter how much he hurts me, he makes my daughter happy, and seeing her happy, makes me happy. My broken heart and feelings go on the back burner, because my daughter was happy, but when could I just genuinely be happy? When would my feelings ever matter? When would Raegan as an excuse wear thin? These were questions I thought about everyday when lying in this same spot, with no one next to me.
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The Exchange
General FictionAfter being lied to constantly, hurt repeatedly, and cheated on more times than she can count, Kamille Riley Paige just wants to be loved and appreciated for being the good woman that she is. Being in an on and off six year relationship with her chi...