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"Writing can be a lifeline, especially when your existence has been denied, especially when you have been left on the margins, especially when your life and process of growth have been subjected to attempts at strangulation."
Micere Githae Mugo
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Seated on the edge of their king sized bed, Rayne is turned away from Amir who has his head down. He'd just confessed to an affair which had Rayne conflicted with emotions.
She's angry, upset, saddened, heartbroken, broken..
This heartbreak is unexpected, as they always are—one minute you're on top of the world and cut down the next.
Rayne reaches to wipe away the tears that have fallen down her brown cheeks. "How long?" She finally asks.
"It was a year ago. I broke it off, I swear."
She scoffs. "Answer the question."
Amir runs his hands down his face and sighs. "Six months."
Rayne immediately gets up and turns to look at him with red stained eyes. "Who?"
"It don't matter. I just wanna fix this, Rayne. I can't lose you." Amir pleads, getting up from his spot on the bed and standing in front of her.
She doesn't take her eyes off of him and quite frankly, still needed her question answered. "Who?" She asks again with a demanding tone.
Amir steps back, knowing that Rayne could be unpredictable in these moments. He looks at her in the eye and clears his throat. "One of my tattoo clients."
"Is that why business is boomin'? Cause you fuckin' your clients?!" Her lips tremble as she turns her lips up at him.
"It was one, baby." He reaches out to touch her, but she quickly snatches away from him. Rayne clutches her fists in anger. "I fucked up, Ray. I'm so fuckin' sorry."
"You are sorry." Rayne yells at him. "You the sorriest man I have ever been with."
Amir looks at her in shock and somewhat angrily. "The fuck that come from?"
"You run from all of your problems, Amir." She walks around to his night stand and picks up an empty beer bottle. "And you drink yourself to death." In an instant, she throws it at him causing him to duck. The glass shatters against the cream colored wall.
"Ray—" He calls her name, but has to duck again. "Rayne, stop!" Amir yells.
"Why'd you cheat? Can you answer that or are you gonna run from that, too?" She snarls, folding her arms across her chest. "I picked you up when you was down. And this is the thanks I get?!"
"I picked myself up." Amir retorts. "You got me fucked up."
Rayne chuckles to herself and shakes her head. "Damn, I did a good job of making you believe that shit."
"Man, whateva." Amir waves her off and walks out of the room.
Rayne is hot on his tail, though, as they walk down the staircase. "Look at you, running again. People who run can't handle the truth and you know I'm right Amir Lamar."
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Strength
General FictionNia and the gang are all grown up. You should read Soft before you read this book.