Short Story From The Diary of Brooke Belmont

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I’m was so tired of driving I finally pulled over and found a motel off Highway 65.I was headed South to Florida. Miami of course, it was popular and I wanted a change. I love fast cities; New York was too cold and I loved the EastCoast. Miami was the best choice, I could live with hurricanes. I walked into the old Countryside Inn to a shabby worn down front desk. I made small talk while the older gentlemen checked me in. The good old fashion way just a simple form and pen. I got the keys and headed to room 34. I walked into the room; pink and white flower wallpapers lined the walls. The traditional set up, queen bed, and nightstands on each side. I rubbed my hands across the dark forest green comforter. I flopped onto the bed. My leg was killing me. “Talking a bullet is no joke.” I said to myself popping a Tylenol 3 into my mouth. Hell I didn’t even know they still made these. “Damn, I see what it’s like to be in Cameron’s shoes. Cameron, Cameron Jones I thought you were the love of my life. Early this morning you wrapped your hands around my neck. Taking my breathe away,hurting my heart, and tainting my soul. What are you gonna do when they don’t find my body? When I don’t make the news? You are a poor excuse and you think you are soooo smart. You had my body before strangling me. You left evidence, maybe you avoided the cameras, but Cameron it doesn’t matter, because I know the secret that you are keeping. Because no one ever tells, but let me tell you something Mr.Jones I’m coming for you. You will not know the time but I promise you I will strike like a thief in the night. Maybe God will spare you, like me.” The pain pills had me dozing in and out. I closed my eyes for the night.

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Love Hurts

My relationship ended before it even came to life. Being young and falling in love is just an experience that can’t be explain. Everyone has experienced different things. Every person experience isn’t the same. When you are young in your early twenties like I was eight years ago. Your prorities are different and your biological clock doesn’t exists.

Wow, like what’s a biological clock?” I asked my doctor when I was twenty one. Anyway,my love of my life and I met when I was twenty-six. He was everything to me, we had a fire but a cold flame. I fell in love with a bitter soul. My age has innocence and disadvantages when it comes to a relationship like this. In other words I was played. He was swift, fast, and smart. His bedroom room skills were heaven on earth. Middleage man, he was knocking 40 at the door last time I checked. He was bitter from a failed relationship.  I took punishment for someone else mistakes. It had even gotten to the point were his memories became crossed, mistaking me for her. The lies I hate lies. The sex oh how I loved his sex. The fights, were fought every night. His darkest hours sent me down a dark highway. With my bagagges of emotion scattered out on the dark road. This road goes on forever its almost never ending. Where does it end. If I can gather my emotions there is a light that awaits me.

The Diary of Brooke Belmont: Circle of Games “The Lovely B”

It’s been a while since I had my mind occupied by another. I feel different emotions; good and bad. I feel I’m infatuated. I’m amazed, amused, and aroused. Oh, yes aroused about everything about him. His eyes, smile, laugh, and his age. Yes, his age the maturity just right definitely between  the sheets. At night I swear my heart skips a few beats. A mature young lady and a mature older  man is the recipe for a steamy night. Thinking about it just send chills down my spine. Can’t help but think its been this way since the day we met. The naughty things I love to do for him and to him. It’s a shame some days I just want his sweet kisses. If this a game, well it’s that damn good. The conversation and chemistry seem sincere. Oh, my I could fall in love with him or have I. As I watch him sleep, I say to myself; he’s my little secret. I do want him to feel what I feel in due time. I want to enjoy these moments. I guess I’m going to have to see where this love affair goes. I’m letting go now, no regrets.

Love, B.

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The Arrival

After eight hours of driving,finally I  reached Miami. I drove around town looking for a temporary spot to lay my head. I passed by a for rent sign. A small little beachfront flat.  I saw a dirty blonde hottie landscaping out front. I walked up the cobblestone walk way.

“Hello my name is Nomi are you the owner of this property? ” I asked, extending my hand for a handshake.

“Yes.” He said, shaking my hand in return.

” I saw the for rent sign, how much?” I said

” I’m asking for one thousand a month for a year lease and twelve hundred for a month to month.” He replied

” I’m very interested when is it available for show?” I asked. He stared at me for a moment with his icy blue eyes.

” Now, if you wanna check it out?” he said, placing the last pair of colorful flowers into the ground.

He stood up and led me through the oversized white door. Once inside there were hardwood floors throughout.  The walls in the kitchen, dining, and living room area were painted a bright yellow. It was very spacious.  I loved the country styled kitchen with wood and glass cabinets.  We walked into the bedroom.  The walls were a pale baby blue with white trim. There was a sliding patio door that led outside to a privately fenced backyard. There was a beautiful garden with an outdoor shower. The wooden gate open and there it was the ocean and the sand beneath my feet. I loved the smell of ocean. I was sold.

” I’m in love and I would love to rent it.” I said smiling.

” What do I have to do? I asked.”
He folded his arms and leaned against the fence.

“I’m asking for first and last months rent and a two thousand deposit. Deposit is returned if there is no damage to the property.  I just need to verify references and income.” He said, taking a sip of his bottled water. His lips were so pink against his tan face. He was sexy, as he unknowingly flaunted his six pack through is wife beater tank top.

I had neither, but we would find out if money talks. I open my Louie leather shoulder bag and counted out six months of rent and deposit. I handed him a total of nine thousand and two hundred dollars. He gave me a puzzled look as we walked back inside.

” I’m new here, I have no family, and no friends. I do plan on getting a job. I know no one seriously and I hope you can make an exception.” I said.
He seemed hesitant. He counted the money and let out a high pitch whistle.

” I guess I can let you slide I never had anyone to give me their rent for six months.” He said rubbing his chin.

” First time for everything.” I replied smiling.

” So no boyfriend I take it?” He asked staring between my breast. I pretend I didn’t notice.

“No I’m not dating anyone.”

“Good, so how about a date around town tomorrow night?” He asked blushing.

” You like black girls?” I just had to ask.

” I don’t see race, but I know beauty and I must say you are naturally beautiful. So I can pick you up at seven?”

” Yea I should be ready.” I said

“Oh the dress code is swimwear.” He said placing the keys on the kitchen counter and walking out the door. As I was standing there I heard a loud roar. I looked out the window. He was headed down the street on a black and chrome Harley.

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The Departure

“Those were some grade a painkillers.” I thought to myself. Flexing my neck from side to side. Whoa, why am I so damn stiff?  Must be the cheap mattress. I placed both feet on the stained brown carpet and made my way to the bathroom.  I sat on the toilet, looking at my legs. “Ugh I need to shave.” Running my hands down my calfs. Flexing my toes; “A pedicure too.” Except there was no time for stops. I was carrying a suitcase full of Benjamins like Tony Montana.  I was holding a loaded desert eagle as well. That equaled jail time. I pulled my hair into a pony tail and turned on the shower. I finished my business and stepped under the steamy shower head. The water felt so good massaging my stiff muscles. “My leg was still wounded that means no heels.”I thought to myself. Annoyed I got dressed I decided to pack a new pair of black skull print leggings I grabbed from Torrid. 
I paired them with a white ribbed tank and long black cross necklace. I slipped my feet into my black ballerina flats. I unwrapped my hair combing it forward over my shoulders. I applied a little mascara and lipgloss. The finally touch matching cross earrings.  I was sexy with a limp as I walked out the motel room to the office. I placed the keys in the drop box and got into my I Sport. I drove onto highway I-95 heading south I couldn’t wait to reach my destination.