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Excerpted from Far from Innocent by T. Allen. Copyright 2005. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
Carole Johnson was a woman on the verge of ruining her life. Unfortunately, her children were going to have to suffer from the bad choices that she was making. According to the rumors out in the streets, she was not only a drug addict, but a prostitute as well. There was once a time when she was considered to be pretty. Carole had long, curly jet-black hair, an even caramel complexion, and a nice physique. Some would say that she resembled Jasmine Guy but just a few shades darker. She had a sophistication and style about her that made her even more beautiful. Men used to say that she was a "full package." Used to. Within just a few years, she went from a 10 to a 0. Her hair was dried up and broken off. The rest of her was just as dried up as her hair-from her once even complexion to her cracked and ashy lips. Also, she had lost approximately twenty pounds. She didn't even look like the same person anymore. In the beginning her children were clueless but when Carole started changing, it became obvious that smething was going on...especially to her fourteen year old daughter. How do I know so much about about Carole, you ask. She's my mother. I'm Re-Re. Well, actually that's my nickname. I made everybody call me that including my teachers. I ain't about to be called Aretha! I hate that name; it only suits old %#&@$! women. Obviously, Carole didn't take that into consideration when she named me-obviously there were a number of things that she didn't take into consideration.
Anyway back to my story...I was very disappointed in her because she was once beautiful and on her way to becoming a successful woman. It's difficult to watch your mother progressively ruin her life but what could I do? For the most part I loved her , but when I referred to her as Carole it was because she was doing something degrading and my love quickly turned into hate. Now due to her appearance , I came to my own conclusion that she was using drugs but I was shocked when I found out that she was trickin' . Normally I didn't listen to the ruomors in the streets but I had no choice when I found out first hand that it was true.
It was two o'clock in the morning, I woke up and heard noises coming from downstairs. I don't know if it was the noises that woke me up or the fact that it was hot as hell and my fan wasn't helping any. As late as it was I knew that Carole was up to no good. I quietly walked down the hall, the closer that I got to the stairs, the louder the noises became-a wet, smacking sound..heavy breathing..grunts..groans-you know sex noises.