COMING NOV. 19th!
A good friend is hard to find, so when you have one hold on to him or her...
Jori Wallace is a child therapist who is both outgoing and confident. Jori is married to Shaun who she discovers early on in the story is cheating on her. Shaun wants to work on the marriage, but Jori becomes distracted by her interest in a childhood friend Dave who finds her on Facebook. She flip flops between the two until things begin to take a dangerous turn.
Lauren Pierce is the timid friend who works as a secretary for a childcare center and has a 3-year-old son DJ. Lauren is dating Jordan who is not who everyone thinks or appears to be. Lauren somehow gets caught up in some drama being at the wrong place at the wrong time and it could end up being life or death for her.
LaTasha Banks is the friend who seems to be more reticent and introverted, but has a completely different side of her no one would expect. Both a paralegal and mother of three children, she is in an abusive relationship with her husband Lance. LaTasha’s alter-ego that she uses to cope with her issues with her husband gets the best of her when she gets caught up in a court case that becomes messy rather quickly.
Melanie Ramsey is the friend who is outspoken and does not work because her drug dealing boyfriend Q takes care of her. Melanie enjoys living the high life, but when Q begins to provide more of what she asks for, she has to live up to her role of being his ride-or-die chick. Melanie has to determine if she is really cut out for this lifestyle after all.
Dive into this story of best friends to see why sometimes it’s hard to trust everyone, even those you may call a friend or a lover.
Chapter 1 Jori
It had been a long day at work for a Monday. I was starving, but I also wanted to get to the sale Bebe had going on at the mall. I also figured I’d hit up True Religion because my husband Shaun mentioned he wanted a couple of pairs of those jeans. I didn’t know what the big fuss was about, but he liked wearing expensive brand clothes, and I had to admit that he looked so damn good in them. Hell, my husband was so fine that he looked good in anything he wore. Shaun already told me he would be working late so I figured I’d surprise him with his new clothes when he got home.
I had just finished up my work day as a child therapist at Little Angels Haven and was on my way out the door. I told a couple of the other therapists lingering around goodnight and blew out a breath as the sun finally hit my skin after nine long hours. When I got to my car, I sank into my seat feeling relieved that the day was finally over. After I pulled off and got about a block away from work, I rolled down my windows, turned my music all the way up, and blasted “Bodak Yellow” by Cardi B.
I sped through the streets trying to beat the evening rush hour and got off the highway right before traffic got thick. I exited Interstate 64 at Brentwood Boulevard, sat at the stoplight, and waited for it to change so I could pull into the Saint Louis Galleria mall. My windows were rolled down and I enjoyed the cool breeze of a late fall day and the seventy-degree weather we were having, but this city could be so confusing at times. All in one day, one might start off with a pullover, be in shorts and flip flops by the afternoon, and be in a fur coat and some UGG boots by 5:00 p.m. rush hour. Thankfully today wasn’t one of those days.
When I finally pulled in I found a space near the Cheesecake Factory entrance. I watched as Richmond Heights police officers lead two teenagers out of the mall in handcuffs. One of the girls had a busted lip and torn shirt, and the other girl’s hair was all over her head. As I walked through the mall, I easily picked up on the gossip about the teenage girls fighting over some boy. They should’ve teamed up and beat his ass, I thought.
Apparently, those girls had a lot of growing up to do because I never understood the purpose of fighting over a man. At the end of the day, they’ll both end up right back with him anyway for him to do the same thing over and over again.
I spent about thirty minutes in Bebe and found exactly what I was looking for. They had Ashley striped shirt dresses that normally sold for $129 on sale for $69. I couldn’t beat that, so I bought two and was super excited to wear one the next time my girls and I went out. I figured I might as well buy some shoes to match my new clothes and decided to make my way to Macy’s to see what shoes I could find on sale.
I made my way through the mall and just as if the fight earlier was my warning sign, the most messed up thing happened. I saw my husband walking hand-in-hand with another woman. They rode up the escalator while he held her at her waist and kissed her neck. She turned her head and pecked him on his lips. They looked so happy, as if they actually belonged together. My heart dropped to my stomach and I felt tears sting my eyes as my entire body boiled over with anger.
I didn't know how I made it where they were, but somehow I came up behind them and when they turned around, I slapped him and punched her in the face. Before I knew it, me and this chick was on the floor fighting. I felt security pull us apart moments later while Shaun stood there and kept watching. We were led to some type of mall security office but placed in separate rooms where I knew the police would be coming right back to pick us up. I was still in total disbelief that my husband was cheating on me and I was left sitting there with all types of thoughts going through my head.
Didn't he say he had to be at work? Why Shaun? What did I do to deserve this? I was a good woman, right?
Now, I understood why those girls were fighting each other. I was pissed at Shaun, but that bitch he was with had me fucked up if she thought she was going to be getting any parts of my husband. I would check his ass later, and she could too for him putting her in the situation to get her ass beat; but for now, I had to let her know who was boss.
At the police station, I was questioned and I gave the police my version of what happened. I was informed of her intent to press charges since I attacked her first. Part of me didn’t give a shit, but then the sensible side of me had to realize I couldn’t have assault charges on my record with the type of career I had. I was a nervous wreck, but after about an hour I was told that the bitch changed her mind. However, I was still being charged with a misdemeanor of disturbing the peace and my bond was set at $1000. That was nothing and I would get a lawyer on top of it immediately to keep this bullshit off my record.
There was the standard one phone call procedure, but there was a cool officer who was nice enough to give me several calls because I couldn’t reach anyone. I tried each of my girls a couple of times and didn’t get an answer. I really didn’t want to call my sister or another relative because then I would have to tell them what happened. After no luck, I left the phones and went back to the holdover cell. I had barely nodded off when they brought some other woman in here with me who was acting all deranged. I needed to get away from her, so begged for another phone call. This time I finally got one of my girls to answer.