BHM

We are built from the seeds that our ancestors planted. We stand on shoulders of GREATNESS. We come from their strength that knew no bounds with a solid focus, determination and a steadfast passion. We come from a lineage of survivors and fighters. WARRIORS! A lineage of innovators and inventors. A lineage that never gave up. We come from natural beauty. A natural beauty that has yet to be duplicated. The world fears us. They tried to keep us from learning how to read because they knew if we had picked up a book, gained knowledge of any kind, it would’ve birthed a powerful and articulate force to be reckoned with. They tried to keep us from voting because they knew that if we had voted, it would’ve awakened our sleeping voices and we would’ve ran with it. They kept us enslaved because they knew that we posed an imminent threat and imminent danger to their secret society. Every chain they tried to tie us down with, we broke. Every lash they bestowed upon our flesh, we took it with an excruciating grain of salt and we stood back up. It was our blood that was spilled into these grounds by them, that we get to walk so freely on. The grounds that continue to see our blood spilled. But this time, the blood is being spilled from within. We have fallen into the trap. A trap that was set long ago.

 

 

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A Story Part 2

Make sure you read A Story Part 1 

She looked into Rhaya’s eyes again as she stayed seated in the passengers side, her eyes bloodshot red. The woman mouthed “Get in Rhaya.” Rhaya looking through the window yelled, “WHAT…NO WHO ARE YOU? GET OUT OF MY CAR!!!!” The woman mouthed again “GET IN NOW RHAYA, TURN THE KNOB. I HAVE UNLOCKED THE DOOR FOR YOU.” Rhaya was too scared to open that door and needed another way out. She started slowly backing away from the door, her eyes got so wide welling up with tears, and she started shaking. She picked up her phone and tried to dial out again, this time trying to call 911. But in the middle of dialing, her phone died. It was odd because her phone had been at 67% just a moment ago and she knew that she could always call emergency services, even if other calls or messages wouldn’t go through. At this point, Rhaya is freaking out. She ran up to the first floor and figured maybe that door would open. It was locked. So she ran up to the second and third floors. All doors were locked. “This is crazy and makes no sense! What is going on? Hello anybody? Please somebody help me I have to get out of here!!!!” And she sat down on the steps and started crying heavy tears. “Ok Ok Rhaya pull it together baby girl, you are ok. You are strong. Just breath and think”, she whispers to herself. She gets up and goes back down to the ground level to see if the woman is still there in her car. She gets to the window, hesitates, and looks out. She sees her car, though it’s empty and the woman is gone again. Rhaya makes her move, turns the doorknob so quick, and it opens. She breathes a sigh of relief. But before she could step foot out the door, the door slams shut on her. She falls onto the floor, hitting her head so hard that she started bleeding out. “Oh my GOD Ouch my head hurts so bad”, she cried out! She tried to get up. Then suddenly a voice, a woman’s voice that sounded like it was coming from the top level in the stairwell hollered out, “RHAYA you can’t leave! You remember me don’t you?” Rhaya doesn’t really recognize the voice and doesn’t reply back. She’s holding her bleeding head in pain, crying, trying to crawl back into a corner to hide, and hoping whoever or whatever it was would just go away. Rhaya quietly pulls out her phone and tries one last time to make contact with someone, anyone. But it’s still dead. The voice is getting closer, “Rhaya answer me now! You’re not getting out of here alive.” Rhaya yells, “Noooooo I don’t know you. I’m bleeding. I’m hurt real bad and I need help. I need to get out of here and it’s time for my insulin. Who are you? What do you want? I just want to go home.” She could hear what sounded like two voices whispering and they were getting closer. Then one said, “I wanted to go home too. You should’ve listened when my sister told you to get in the car earlier Rhaya. He’s coming for you. He’s been watching you. Don’t you remember what he did to me? You left me. Do you remember Rhaya?”  Rhaya cries out, “What? What are you talking about?” Then, there was a dead silence, so silent that you could hear a pen drop. Rhaya tried to stand which she did barely. She stood up for two minutes, then dropped to her knees, and was trying to crawl towards the door. She was shaking so bad and was so scared. Then all the lights went out in the stairwell. It was really dark. Rhaya screamed a scream, from the bottom of her toes, all the way up to the top of her head, “NOOOOOOOO HELLPPPPP ME PLEASSSEEEEEE!” Out of nowhere a woman’s voice resurfaced, “RHAYA listen to  me. Nobody can hear you. Remember 7 years ago, during the summer when you’d eat lunch out in the courtyard and I would be already deep into smoking my cigarette? We would chat for a bit. We talked about so much and shared so much with each other. But one day in particular, I asked you for a ride home, and you told me you couldn’t due to having an obligation you had made previously. I told you that I didnt live far and I felt like I was being watched. But you brushed it off and told me not to worry. Though we worked in different offices, we both got off at 5 pm that evening. I saw you get off the elevator, laughing with your coworkers while I was waiting for a cab in the lobby and I asked you for a ride once more. I told you that I had felt uneasy about staying behind and waiting. Once again you brushed it off and told me that you would see me the next day. I thought we were friends. My cab never came. Do you remember when I went missing, then later found dead? I had been raped and beaten to death. Larry did it and Hugo helped. Yes Larry the maintenance manager for our building and Hugo your boss. Well…he’s been watching you. My sister tried to save you. See…my sister committed suicide 3 days after my body was found. She and I were very close.”  Rhaya replied in shock, “Ms. Lita!!! Nooooooo! That’s not true and you’re dead!! You’re dead, and I’m dreaming. You’re dead! You’re dead!!”, Rhaya screamed. “No Rhaya you’re DEAD!!!”, Lita replied. 

 

Who am I?

1B42D2A9-D8E7-46BF-A1A0-D2A3D90EC972I am a waterfall of moisture that erupts. An ongoing wave that is rapidly flowing. I will drown you in amazement and excitement. I will lure your soul, make it escape from you slowly, as you lay there aroused in lust. I can turn off your night vision and make your eyes vibrate backwards. I can make your legs…wait…and your toes quiver, clench, and curl. I can pull out your inner scream queen, vanishing your voice completely without a trace. I’ve been known to invoke deep and explosive emotions that come with a teardrop, or two that would normally lay dormant in the pit of your soul. Beautiful emotions that you never even knew existed within you. I can make you numb to physical pain, pressure, stress, and the problems of the world. Can I free your mind and your body? Let me ignite a satisfying fire in you that’s indescribable. I promise to make you feel great and beyond elated, in such a way that it’s unimaginable.

Imagine That!

 

 

 

 

A Story

Friday 6:00 pm in Waverly, VA

Finally, it was time for Rhaya to clock out for the night. She was the late person, and was the last one to leave the office. She happily rushed out the door so fast, trying to make it to the grocery store before it closed so she could pick up a few steaks for dinner. She planned a birthday dinner for one of her dearest girlfriends. Rhaya was rushing so fast, that she got all the way down to the parking garage, and realized she left her car keys, and her leftover lunch behind which she also uses to store her insulin. She hesitated but she knew she had to go back to the office. Hesitating because in the midst of her preparing to go back up four flights of stairs because she despises elevators, she noticed a very stunning, tall middle aged dark skinned woman with long, and luscious gray hair, green eyes, beautiful skin, dressed in a gray pants suit, standing beside a White Honda, that was parked two cars down from her car. She didn’t recongnize the woman at all, who was standing there staring directly into her eyes while smoking a cigarette. Now, she was used to people staring at her often, being an attractive young woman, and all. Rhaya is a 24 year old beautiful country woman, who stands 5ft 2 inches, 160 pounds with dark brown eyes, caramel glistening radiant skin, shoulder length sandy brown natural curly hair, with a bountiful shape. A super friendly, happy go lucky diabetic who doesn’t let her illness hinder her in any way. She’s a Medical Assistant by day, working for a busy well known GYN office, that happens to be THEE only GYN office in town, and a business student by night. With her popular friendly demeanor, she waved and said “Hi hun How are ya?” to the woman as she was walking back into the building. The woman never replied, and looked away, continuing to smoke her cigarette. Rhaya brushed it off, kept it moving, and entered the stairwell for the second time that day. Climbing step by step, out of breath with each step because she was already so tired from working all day. She reached the top at last, and went to turn the door handle but the door wouldn’t open. She tried several times but the door just would not open which was strange because the stairwell doors are never locked, and really can’t be locked. So she peeked through the door window, and couldn’t see anyone. But she heard what sounded to her, like two female voices whispering in the hallway. Though she couldn’t make out what they were saying. She decided to bang on the window, and yelled “Hey it’s Rhaya, and I work in Suite 403, Dr. Wooleys office. I left my car keys, and my lunch bag. I need to get into the office! Can you open this door please?” hoping that someone would hear her. No one came, and oddly enough, she could no longer hear the whispers. She just chalked it up to nothing, and her being deliriously tired, sat down on the top step, opened her purse, and pulled out her cellphone which was on 67%, started a group message, and told her girlfriends that she was delayed due to work. Then dialed her boss Hugo, to see if  he could help her but it went straight to voicemail. She sent him a text, Call me ASAP it’s Rhaya, I’m still at work, and I’m trying to get into the office. She began to dig deeper into her purse only to realize that she had left her phone charger on her desk. After looking at the time, she knew it was getting late. She thought to herself, “Shit, this is not happening. Ok ok don’t panic because I can just go back down to the ground floor into the parking garage, and cut around to the front of the building, and get in using the main entrance. Plus the security post is at the end of the parking garage, and I can even get Lou to ride me round there.” Rhaya closed her purse back up, and headed back down the stairs with a swiftness. She gets to the door, turns the handle, but that door wouldn’t open either. She tried so many times that her hand was sore. Starting to feel even more confused, and now alarmed, she sat on the bottom step thinking hard about what her next move was going to be. She pulled out her phone again to see if Hugo had replied which he didn’t. She attempted to call him again, this time there was no dial tone, and she couldn’t get the call to go through. She assumed it was because she was in the stairwell, service was being wacky. So she tried sending another text, but the message failed. She tried to send her girlfriends a text, and that message failed too. Rhaya’s parents, and her older twin sisters died in a boat accident when she was 2. So she doesn’t have family. There was nobody else to attempt to call or text. “OMG, Really?!!”, she yelled. Then, she remembered the woman she saw earlier in the parking garage. “Maybe she can help me out here.” She got up, and looked out the door window, and didn’t see the woman, or anybody anywhere near in sight. Guess what else she didn’t see? Cars. There were at least 6 cars in the parking garage earlier when she first realized she had left her things. Well…all those cars were gone except for hers. Rhaya’s lonesome car was still sitting there parked right where she left it. She shook her head in disbelief, and just didn’t understand what was happening. Why were those two doors locked all of a sudden? Then, the whispers started again, and it sounded like it was coming from outside the door again, like somebody was out there. She hopped up off the step, and looked out the window, AND SAW THE WOMAN AGAIN! The woman was alone, leaning on Rhaya’s car, and staring directly at her again. Before Banging on the door, Rhaya whispered to herself, “Where the hell did she just come from? Maybe she was on the other side finishing up her cigarettes.” Then she proceeded to bang on the door and yelled out, “Hey love! That’s my car!!!! Can ya please open this door up please?” The woman looked away again, opened Rhaya’s car door, on the passenger’s side, and sat right down in the seat.

 

To be continued..