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Domestic Flashback

She was perturbed by his mere presence when he picked her up from work. He was late and she could not understand it. It wasn't as if he had a job to go to like she did. In fact she was almost certain that he had been sitting at home watching the television as though that were his only aspiration in life. She was being mean. She knew her man meant well, but damn it if he wasn't twenty minutes late like she had nothing better to do but wait for him.

She slammed the door once she finally entered the car, ready to let him have it. "Jamal what's the problem?" He ignored her and drove off trying hard not to start an argument.

Truth be told, he was late picking her up because he had been across town putting his resume in at a potential employer. She wouldn't see it that way even if he told her. She never did. She only saw what she wanted to see and at the moment, that was him being late.

Jamal was tired of arguing with Monica. He had been doing just that for the last two years and he was just plain tired of it. For him, ignoring the comments that lashed out at his manhood was what kept his cool. Unbeknownst to him that same action was what irritated his wife to no end.

The silence ate up the space between them. The minutes ticked on with the radio mocking Monica as her husband continued to drive. Her foot shook vigorously as she awaited his answer. She looked at him, her eyes burning into the side of his head. Still she received no response.

"Did you hear me?" She rolled her eyes at him when he glimpsed over briskly at her loud retort. He sighed a hefty gust of air in an effort to divert her attention. The music continued to play and fill the space between their lack of words.

Almost home, Jamal kept driving. Monica, feeling she deserved an answer from her husband slammed her hand over the power button on the radio immediately shutting it off. If there was to be silence she demanded that it would not be surrounded by the pointless noise of the stereo.

"This doesn't make sense. Why don't you just talk to me? You are sitting there as though I am the one who is in the wrong. Do you know what it's like to be picked up late? No you don't because you don't have that problem." She was intentionally sarcastic hoping to pull out any ounce of communication from him. That was the least he could do was communicate with her.

Jamal tried very hard to block her constant bickering out of his head. He just wanted to get home. Perhaps, had she not been so quick to judge he would have told her what made him so late.

Monica was quickly turning away from being the woman that he had married. She could easily say the same thing in regard to him. Once they finally reached the house Monica was in full fledged rage and Jamal was still not responding.

"So what is it? You don't believe that I'm worth talking to? You don't believe that I deserve to understand why you strolled up twenty minutes late to pick me up? Am I not worth that much to you? Answer me damn it!" Her hollering only shook him slightly.

He slowly strolled up to the door and unlocked it. It took a lot of restraint for him to continue to pay her comments no mind. He didn't want to treat his wife that way but he was more afraid of what he would say or do if he opened his mouth than if he stayed quiet. He got into much more trouble when he let his mouth take control.

They were home alone, he could tell because the house looked the same as it did when he left earlier that afternoon. He made his way to the computer and proceeded to turn it on as his wife finally made her way to the door. Waiting for the computer to boot up, he simply stared at the screen hoping that the tropical storm in his wife's eyes would blow over.

"Did you just dismiss me? I was talking to you and you decided you were just going to stroll your happy little tail up into the house without so much as a kiss my ass?" The storm was just brewing.

More silence.

"I will not be ignored in my own damn house!" The fire rose in her voice. "I'm going to ask you one more time, what the hell is your problem!" Monica's final statement was accentuated by her index finger nudging into Jamal's forehead.

He turned to her with a look of extreme contempt. She had touched him. The one thing that he asked she never do. She knew that the slightest touch would trigger him into a blackout of domestic proportions.

It was too late. She had laid her hands on him. He jumped up gripping her by the shoulders slamming her into the wall. His eyes turned a shade of amber red that frightened her. "You want to die tonight?" was the first response that Jamal had made all evening. Animosity grew inside of him that he could not immediately relate to. It was as though he was looking out of himself and someone else was becoming this violent beast.

Monica screamed at the top of her lungs as her husband threw her over the couch causing her to tumble onto the hard floor. He came around the couch almost immediately picking her up, shaking her in one swift motion. "I can't win with you woman!" Jamal screamed as he forced his fist into his wife's side. That was an action that he did not intend to take but it was too late. He began to kick her as she clawed and screamed for him to let her go.

Monica wept terribly trying to shield herself from her husband's blows. She regretted agitating him. She regretted talking to him and touching him in a way she knew would provoke him. But in hindsight she knew that regardless of her constant bantering of him that was not the cause of his tirade. She knew he had the ability to stop whenever he wanted to but he decided not to.

Apart of her hated him with every blow that matched her flesh. The other part of her felt as though she had to have done something for God to allow her to endure this punishment from the only man she had ever loved. And finally another part of her knew that something had to give in their relationship before things gave out.

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Copyright 2010 Nikkea Smithers

Danica is back! Haunted by her treacherous past Danica Sherman decides to change the scenery in her life and searches for a path to redemption. The only problem is the more she runs from her past, the faster it accelerates towards her future. As Danica desperately tries to figure out what she is going to do about the mess she has made of her life, skeletons start tumbling out of her closet. Patrice's luck goes from bad to worse when she is forced to move back home with her parents following the aftermath of her encounter with Danica the year prior. Everyday she becomes more bitter as revelations wreck havoc and turn her life upside down. With only one person in her mind to blame, she takes revenge to an all time high. Danica and Patrice's paths cross once again and the tables get turned upside down! In a new city, with new insecurities and new threats...what will happen when they have to lean on the person they least expect to help them survive? In this jaw dropping sequel to On The Flip Side, questions will be answered as the drama continues!

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ÍPrologueÎ

I sat there. Looking into the desolate night, hands covered in blood. I had been there before, in a position where my hands were covered in blood. I could easily tell that the sirens were screaming in acceleration, coming in my direction. They weren’t close. But still, I felt them and that feeling for certain turned to hearing. Like when your heart is pounding so fast that you can hear the beats because you feel them almost coming through your chest. That was exactly how I was hearing the sirens. I could feel them. I knew right then and there that I was in deep shit and I had to think fast to get out of it.

This wasn’t like before. This wasn’t self-defense. I intentionally caused this man’s demise. I got off before. I had killed a man before. I had injured even more. This time things might not wrap themselves up into a pretty little bow and just go away. This time, things would be different. I had to get my story together.

Why had my skeletons come tumbling out of the closet when I least expected them to? I was hearing my mother’s voice ringing loud in my ears, “What’s done in the dark will come to the light.” She loved to talk in proverbs. Fuck proverbs. Where were those damn proverbs when my father’s foot was knee deep in her ass? I was there. I was there when she didn’t even know I was. I was the reason that he had stopped acting like a crazed man and started to love her like he had once before. She didn’t know the half.

At that moment, I didn’t have time to blame my mother for her choices. Why she chose to stay with my father was her decision to make. My issues were much deeper than hers would ever be. Her only indiscretion was in loving a man that didn’t love her. I had too many indiscretions to mention.

I had tried to run from my demons. I packed my shit and left the only state I had ever known as home and moved just to get away from them. I left my family, just to get away from them. But the damn light just had to find me. Why couldn’t what I had done in the dark just stay there? I tried to change my life. I tried to change my ways. I did everything in my power to honestly make a change for the better. I tried to live a normal life. Normal apparently wasn’t for me.

I could still feel them coming. Someone had heard. Someone had called 911. This was another indiscretion of mine. I just had to move to the city. I should have stayed in the country. Right then I was missing my log cabin. The place that was hidden in the woods where nosy ass neighbors couldn’t hear a damn thing would have been ideal in my current situation. That was a place where I couldn’t be found in the damn yellow pages. I missed being able to do what ever I wanted to do and not have to worry about people finding out.

It was too late for those thoughts. The deed was now done. I couldn’t run away from everything and now my past had caught up with me. This time it wasn’t self-defense. This time it was murder. I wanted to kill this man for what he had done to me.

I was sweating profusely. Sweat mixed with blood. This was not my blood. My thoughts seemed to swirl in my head on repeat.

Sirens were screaming. First, I felt them. Now I heard them loud and clear. This time they were much louder than my subconscious had first acknowledged. I calculated how long it would take them to make it up to the fourth floor. I calculated how much time I had left as a free woman. I calculated what a mess I had made of my life. It could have all been so simple. But I fucked that up. Excuse my vulgarity. It doesn’t matter.

I heard them coming up the stairs. I didn’t bother to run. I didn’t bother to wash off the blood. I didn’t bother to hide the murder weapon. I just sat there. I waited for them to bust my door open. If I didn’t get my story together, they would take me away.

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When Danica and Tavares's worlds clash, things get shaken up. Danica feels it is her duty to intervene in Tavares's personal problems without his willful consent. Will Tavares be freed from the financial and emotional burden that his children's mother inflicts on him? Will Danica have her way regardless of the consequences? On The Flip Side is a wild ride that you do not want to miss out on as roles get reversed and lives are forever changed.

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Prolouge

After finally being cleared for visiting, I waited in the lobby of the Richmond City Jail. The seats were as hard as they could be in the waiting area while the air was stale with a contrite odor.

Sunday was the busiest visiting day of the week as many people were off work and reserved that day to visit their loved ones. I had taken a seat next to a young mother who was trying to calm her wailing child. The child was colicky and the young girl had no idea what to do. The young girl couldn't have been older than sixteen. Her huge gold earrings made her earlobes hang so low that I was concerned that her earlobe would split. Her hair was slicked back into a ponytail. I imagined that she was there to visit the father of her child. He had to have been older as we were not in a juvenile facility.
I turned my attention to the clock that hung on the wall. The circular item loudly ticked away at every second that passed. Tick, tick, tick, was the noise that filled in the only silent moments between the screaming child's wails. I couldn't wait to be out of there but there was something that I had to do.

"Taylor!" My name was called after about an hour of waiting. I got up and made my way to the small oblong room. Thick glass made a partition between the visitors and parties that they were visiting.

I almost didn't notice her sitting there. She had on standard issued clothes, her hair was scattered over her head wildly and then matted in some places. Her eyes were surrounded by dark circles that drooped into her cheeks. I could tell that she had not slept in the short time that she had been there. Her empty eyes stared back at me. Her face was badly bruised and while the marks were at least a day old, they still boasted dark black and blue marks.

I picked up the orange phone extension that clung to the wall so that I could speak with her. My heart cried out to her. "I never thought I would see you like this, how are you holding up?"

I didn't really know what to say. I hadn't been in that type of situation before. I felt bad for her. This was not the woman who had wowed me when we first met. She seemed so strong then but looking at her now, well, she appeared weak. As if her soul was broken she looked back at me with hurt eyes. I wanted more than anything to break her out of the place that she was being confined in but the sheriffs that stood behind both her and me made sure that would not be the case. How the hell did we get here? I pondered that question as I waited for her to respond to my previous question.