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1. The Beginning of the End
“Weren't you the one who tried to hurt me
With goodbye, did you think I'd crumble?
Weren't you the one who tried to hurt me
With goodbye, did you think I'd crumble?
I will, I will, I will survive” -Chantay Savage
3 Months Ago………
Cheyanne’s feet were killing her; she had justgot outof the longest class onher schedule at Murray
State. Pickingupher kids and relaxing were the only things left onher to-dolist. Truth wasshe didn’t
know if she was comingor goinganymore with goingback to school.I mean whowaits damn near 10
years to go get backin school….Cheyanne that’s who.She did shit on her ontime and her ownterms
butat this moment she was kicking herself in the ass forthis one.She didn’t remember anything from
algebra orBeowulf.She was justwingingit, but failure wasn’t an option.Being a mom, wife, and
student washard work,butshe was determined to finda way to get it done and stay sane. Her peace
depended onher finally completing schooland being able to fulfill her dreams of openinga women’s
center. “GotPassion?”was goingto be the biggest non-profitcareer center Clarksville, TN hadever
seen. The women ofher city needed her, and she wasn’tgoing to let a little algebra deter her or the silly
looks she got fromthe kids in her class.Cheyanne was a survivorshe wasborn a fighter andwoulddie a
fighter. At30 years old,standing 5’0 feet, weighing in at 150 lbs., with curlynatural brownhair, slanted
eyes andwide hips and an ass tomatch, Cheyanne wasundeniably beautiful, but she hadthe brains to
match andshe was striving to be more than someone’s trophywife, and completingschool wasthe first
step into her independence.
Getting in her truckshe threw her Steve Madden pumpsoff andtossed them in the backseat ofher
2011 all black Range Rover,she wasready to enjoyher drive back toClarksville in comfort.Itwas Friday
and she washopingthat her girls were upfor a night -in with some goodmusic, the kids and some
strongdrinks. Cheyanne wasready to share her plan with her girls in hopesthat they would be onboard
to help. Pulling offcampusandmerging on to the highwayshe felt her phonevibrating in her cup
holder, looking downto see whoit was,she immediately rolled her eyes. Her husbandLavelle was
calling and probably forno reason otherthan to checkon her arrival home. He was always trying to
clockher movements, so he couldmake surehe wouldn’t get caught. Notin the moodto be bothered
she decided she wouldcall him backonceshe got closer to home. She turnedAnita Bakers “GoodLove”
upand sang like noone was watching.
“I want to know what good love feels like
Good love, good love
I want a love that's sure to stand the test of time
I want to know what good love feels like
Good love, good love”
Cheyanne thoughtaboutall the things she wasready to accomplish;she couldn’twait to finally get
everything that was meant forher. Trips, vacation, her ownmoney andmost importantly PEACE.She
was runninglow onfumes in the peace tank. She hadn’t been living, andshe couldn’tremember the last
time she made a decision that had nothing todo with her in-laws,her husbandor her children. She
literally woke upin the mornings andexisted. Never doing anything that truly made her happy.

2. Cheyanne wastired offeeling like her life hadgone to waste andpassed her by. She was 30 years old
and felt like she hadn’t accomplished muchbutgetting married and poppingoutbabies. As positive as
that soundsforsome it makes youfeel useless. No one tells youthat it’s ok tobe more thana wifeand
mother. Youcanbe a career woman,mom, andwife withoutone affectingthe other and youcan have
degrees and still find balance. No one ensuredthat she understandself-value andself-love as a kid. She
graduated highschool andjumped rightinto a relationship with her husband.She threw all her dreams
to the windand became a trophy that didn’t get cleaned on choreday. Her husbandLavelle gave his
last name and that wasit. Butshe wasn’tsome trophyshe believed in real love and that’s what’s she
thoughtshe wasgetting into.Oh, wasshe wrong.Outof 11 years ofmarriage she was only happyfor
abouta year ofthat. After the honeymoon,the rose-coloredglasses she had been living in were
snatchedoffand brutally. She hadno time to prepare forthe storm ahead. A chill came over her just
thinking about it.
Finally, she was pulling upto “AngelsR Us”daycare ready topick upher babies, Micah andAllure.
Micah was8 and Allurewas 6,they weren’t really babies anymore, and they reminded her every chance
they got. They were her reason forliving and striving. She loved spending time withthem andlistening
to their funnystories. Micah always had a story aboutsome girl that liked him and Allure, well she was a
loner and stayed offto herself, so everyone got onher nerves. Allure wasdry and noteasily impressed,
everyone spoiled her kids and it showed.
“Hey Amanda,looking goodgirl” She greeted the workers and checkedher kids out.She didn’t have a
lot of time towaste with the workers like she normally did, because her and hergirls had plans to have a
little kick back,they were going to jamall night, eat, drink wine and gossip.Her best friends Kenya,
Yetta, Alex, andLottie always had her backeven whenshe didn’t let them. Cheyanne liked to withdraw
at times, life wouldthrow a curveball andforceher in a hole formonths. Buther friends wouldn’tlet
her stay there forlong,she truly had the best friends a girl couldask for.She always thanked the lord
forher praying friends. She couldn’twait to see them.
Cheyanne looked downat her phoneand realized that Lavelle had left her a voicemail. It’s a shame that
she wasscared to checkit, his voicemails made her nervous.Hehad been caughtcheating by wayof
voicemail so many times it wasridiculous. He ruinedthe smallest things forCheyanne,like voicemails.
She decided against even checkingit she wasn’tin the moodto have her day ruined by his possible
infidelities.
“Nope, nottoday Satan” she said backingout ofthe daycare parking lot. Her and the kids were singing
and jamming outto the radio whenan eerie feeling came over Cheyanne,these days it seemed like the
devil wasbusy andthe lord was nowhereto be foundwhenshe needed a fighter in her cornerbut she
still pressed on. “Lordcoverme” she asked. Cheyanne had been workingonher faith and believing in
something other than herself, she knew she couldn’tgo throughthis life alone. Pulling overto gather
her thoughtsand calm down,shefelt like she washaving a panic attack. That gloomy eerie feeling
wouldn’tleave her alone and it wasscaringher. Suddenly she heard a tap on the window,it nearly
scared her todeath. Looking upshe came face toface with the finest man she had ever seen in her life.
He was 6’5,with tanned skin that was coveredin tattoos, low clean cutwitha deep part onthe side,
permanent gold teeth, that he didn’t need, muscleswere everywhere and he had the greenest eyes.
Godhis eyes were gorgeous. She couldstare at them all day. He wasthe definition of“tall and
handsome” Cheyannewas silently praying he didn’t wantto kill her, he was too fine tobe a murderer.
She slowly rolled her window downenoughtospeak with him, “Hi, I justneeded some air youcango

3. aroundme. Sorry if I’m blocking traffic”She quicklytook her eyes awayfrom him. He was sodamn
sexy, andWHITE. Did she like white men? Shit, she couldn’tthink straight.
“Ohno ma’am, I justwanted to checkonyou,you were kind ofweaving backthere, everything OK?”
she wanted toscream right now he was countryashell, he had the smoothest voice, witha little twang
to it “I wonderif his skin is that smooth?” she said in her head.
“Yea, it’s smooth” he said licking his lips and chuckling.Hereyes almost jumpedout ofher head and she
wanted toscream again, how did he hear her?
“Well, kind sir thanks forstoppingbut I’m fine and weshould get going.”she washoping he didn’t ask
forher number, she wasn’tquite ready to commit the sin, she was thinking of.But damnif she wasn’t
thinking about it. Shit her husbanddid whycouldn’tshe. She wanted to act onher nasty thoughtsbut
she had class andshe didn’t do tit fortat behavior.
“Yea youfine aight, I’ll be seeing youaround”he said as he took offto his all black Chrysler 300 with
chromedout rims. “Where did he come from?”she wondered.Cheyanne had never ever thoughtabout
dating a white man. “Get yourlife Chey, youare married!” Merging backinto traffic she was hopingand
praying to justmake it home. Girl’s night might be cancelled.
15 minutes later Cheyannewas finally pulling into her driveway.She hated this beautiful prison.Their
home was beautiful fromthe gorgeousbricks, the marbled driveway, the vaulted ceilings, the massive
kitchen and her favorite wasthe large backyardthat held porchswings.This prisonheld painful
memories and noone knew aboutthe many ugly truthsit held. It wasalike a Claude Monet painting,it
looked good fromafar butthe closeryou gotthe uglier it really was. She hated it andloved it that the
same time. This wasthe home she broughther children to,she decorated every nook and crannyofthis
houseand this was supposedto be the home she grew old in and passed down.
“Y’all sit tight, momma will be right back.”She was hopingto changeinto something comfortable, grab
a few things for the kids and be out.
The plans changedwhenshe walked upto her home, her frontdoorwas cracked,immediately knew
something waswrong.Runningbackto the car, she informedthe kids to stay in the carand lock the
doors.Approachingthedoor slowly,she got the shockof her life. David and Lavelle were in the middle
ofthe living room floorbutt naked with twofemales that she had never seen in her life, havingsex.
Creeping in carefulnot to make a soundshe quicklyscannedthe area. Her eyes almost jumpedoutof
the sockets as she watchedher husband,Lavelle havingsex with some girl that had to be know more
than 19right in there living room.Lavelle was 5’8 andit washard to miss his skinny light skinned ass.
Andhis best friend David had anotherfemale on her brandnew ottoman withher legs up.There was
not onecondomin sight, bottles wereeverywhere, and cocaineon a mirror with a rolled-up dollar bill
beside it. Her houselooked a mess, she couldn’tbelieve his ass. Butthen again she could,shewas used
to him not giving a fuckaboutanything buthimself. She watchedthis low-budgetpornogo onfora few
minutes, they were going sohard they didn’t even know she was there justwatchingin
disappointment. She was sotired ofbeing disappointed, he was careless. Tired ofwatchingthe fuck
session goingon in her living room, Cheyanne ranupstairs to get the bat from Micah’s room andgot
another blow to her heart, there laid a crying baby onher sonsbed. “What the fuck?”she let outcareful
not tostartle the baby. The baby looked justlike her husbandwithhis curlysun-kissed hair, distinctive
forehead and light browneyes. She slid downthe doorto controlher breathing, looking over at the
baby, she thoughtshe waslooking at Micah. This couldn’tbe life, she pinchedherself to be surethis
wasn’t a dream. This was notthe life she signed upfor. He wasin their househaving a fuckingpartylike
he wasn’t a married man. How couldLavelle have another baby? Had she really been that blind that she

4. didn’t know he was cheatingagain? She stood upremembering that her kids were in the car probably
worried andscared. That pissed her offeven more, he knew she wouldbe home soonand with their
kids in tow. Where wasthe fuckingrespect? Grabbing the baseball bat outof Micah’s closet,she ran
back downstairsand they were still in a daze. She couldtell that they were high, Lavelle’s dumbasshad
one tube sockhangingoffhis feet, that stupiddu-ragon, dilated pupils andhe wassweating profusely.
This was notthe fuckingplay boymansion or the hotel, motel, holiday inn.
Crack…first hit was toLavelle’s rightknee “AGGHHHHH”hescreamedout in pain “YoustupidBitch
youhit me with a bat” Cheyannewas now regretting hitting him withthe bat she shouldhave shot his
stupid ass.She wasfuriousand he wasgoing to feel her wrath.Crack….She hit him again this time in
his shoulder. “How stupidcanyou be? Huh,youso damn disrespectful,what if ourkids wouldhave
walked in and seen this Lavelle?” She didn’t wait foran answershe raised the bat over her head and
swungagain, this time she hit his friend David. David andLavelle had been friends since childhood,and
David was justas pitiful as Lavelle, bothmarried men with drugissues and hoe problems. David wasn’t
her problem; she couldn’twait to tell his wife what he wasdoing. Lavelle and David were still running
the streets andmaking dumbass decisions. Chloe, David’s wife,was a sweet girl and didn’t deserve this
either. Her andCheyanne weren’t best friends butthat had been associates foryears due to their
husband’srelationship.
“Lavelle, whobaby is that upin my child’s gotdamn room? You got otherbabies and haven’t even had
the commoncourtesyto tell me?” Cheyannewas fuming.That baby on their bed sealed the deal. She
was noone’s step momma and she wasn’t dealing with baby mama drama.
“That’s my baby bitch,and Lavelle is his father. He said y’all were getting a divorceso I don’teven
know whyyou tripping.”This little bald-headed bitchsaid a mouthful.Cheyannewasn’t goingto give
them anymore entertainment, she was leaving and this time forgood.
“Lena,chill don’t addressher.” Lavelle said finally finding his voice.
“Lavelle, draw upthe fuckingpapers or I will. IMDONE! Fuckyouand fuckthis shit. Youare by far the
worsefuckinghusbandonthe planet. Youare worthless and youneed help. I hope all of y’all rot in hell”
she screamed from the topof her lungs. Cheyanne stormed offto goupstairs and packas muchshit as
she could. Asshe roundedthe cornershe heard the baby cooing“damn” she knew she couldn’tdeal
with muchmore, she hadto get out ofthat house before she wasin jail formurder. She wouldhave her
cousinsescorther back over here later toget her andthe kids’ stuff.
“Cheyanne,you aren’t leaving me, and if youdo, youwill be back,youalways comeback, andyou’ll get
over this like you’ve doneeverything else.” Lavelle had officially sprouted2 heads; he wasthe devil.
What the hell washe talking about? He had onbaby on her andhe thoughtshe wouldjust get overit.
He had yet to apology and he hadyet to give her any explanation. Fuckhim. She wasnever coming
back.Now she had toshow this niggawhat it really was.Ashantiwas right whenshe said the same
things weaccept will be the same things weregret in her song Foolish.Cheyanne wasnow regretting
her whole entire life. She shouldhave left years ago, butshe wasn’t ready, now she had nochoice.
“Cheyannethe police are on the way,you need to gochill andthink about whatyou doing? Leaving
isn’t an option and youknow that.” Lavelle looked like he had really made some revelation. He was
crazyif he thoughtshe wouldjustforgive him like it was nothing.
“I can’t believe you called the police, whenthis is my houseand you hadthese hoes in here doing
everything underthe sun”she waspissed but whatcouldshe do. She wasn’tafraid togo to jail and she
wasn’t afraid ofthe police.

5. “Lavelle, man I can’t be here whenthe police arrive, if Chloe findsout I was here it’s overwith for me.
She told me to stay awayfrom you,because youwere trouble.” Cheyannecouldhear the sirens getting
closer, she pickedup the bat and started tearing everything upin sight, if she wasgoing to jail she was
goingout with a bang.
“David, grabher man” Lavelle screamed. Cheyanne wasgoing crazy;he hadnever seen her actingthis
way.Cheyanne took offrunningattempting todo more damage. “Youare scumofthe earth Lavelle; I
shouldhave killed you.”She screamed. Lavelle forgothow crazyand filthy her mouthwas.
“Chey chill man, this aint you” Lavelle said. He wouldn’tadmit it, buthe felt terrible aboutall of this. He
never intended for thingsto get this bad between them.
“Mom, I know you said not tocome in, but the police are here trying to get in the gate and Allureis
scared,Daddy what did youdo?” Micah said comingfurtherinto the living room, squintinghis eyes at
his dad.
“Micah,daddy didn’t do anything, moms justupset.How was school?” Lavelle said to Micah. Lavelle
was getting onher damn nerves actinglike he cared,whenhe wasthe reason the police were here.
“Momma, I heard youscreaming, soI called aunt Kenya she’s on her way.”Micah said completely
ignoring his dad,his only concernwashis mom. Micah was nodummy, he knew a fight took place and
he knew his dad wasthe cause ofit all.
“Arey’all hoes happy? Yougot him now what? Don’tyou hear him begging me to calm down?Does
that soundlike somebody that wantsa divorce?Y’all are pathetic, this man hasa wholefamily.” she
said lunging at Lena. She wasabout to beat somebody ass upin here. Asher and Lena began to tussle
and domore damage, the police arrived at the door.
“Sir, she’s in here. She came in actingcompleted erratic, screaming and cussing.I hated to call you all
butI couldn’tcontrolher” Lavelle lied to the officer.He hopedshe would justgodownthere and cool
offso he couldpick her upand they couldtalk. He couldn’tbelieve she caughthim again with another
woman.He hoped he wouldbe able tosort this all out. He hadreally gottenhimself in a sticky situation.
Watchinghis wife and mother ofhis children be put into the backof a police car hadhis stomach
hurting.It washer fault, she damn near knockedhim outwith that bat and she wouldn’tstopwreaking
havoc,she left him nochoice.
“Chey,chill ill come get you,I justneed youto chill, you doingtoo much”Lavelle begged.He knew she
had bad temper but he hadnever seen her like this, her eyes were black in color andher face was
completely scrunchedup.Shelooked like she was ready to end his life.
“Goto hell” she said gathering as muchspit as she couldand spitting right in Lavelle’s face. She didn’t
wanthim near her at all. She wasn’tcalming down,thatwas the problem she had been to calm and to
understanding.People were only satisfied when she wascompletely belligerent, no oneappreciated
the easy goingCheyanne.
“AuntKenya,AuntKenya” Allure and Micahsaid runningtotheir mother’s best friend, they were so
happy tosee her. All the police aroundmade Allurenervous,she didn’t like confrontation.
“AuntKenya,you have to take us with you,I don’t wantto stay here withmy dad.”Micah wasafraid to
be alone with his dad and these strangers, Micah looked like his world hadended. Kenya’s heart went
outto him, he hadseen somuchin his little time onearth.

6. “Ofcourse,Micah, weare goingto go backto my houseand play video games and make cookies. How
does that sound?”Kenya waspissed that she had tocome over forthis, Lavelle knew better and so did
Cheyanne. She had been telling her to leave his ass alone foryears, she never listened.