“What are you doing?” I ask her lowly.
Davina’s father laughs deeply.
“I’m sorry, but I won’t allow that.” He says confidently.
“You see, Iris...I own you.”
..........
Iris scoffs, and the call ends.
“Iris...you don’t have to quit for my sake.” I say to her.
“Oh, I’m not. I’m quitting because if they were comfortable with using you like a toy, then they obviously must have strings on me like a puppet already.” She responds to me.
“I’m not going to live my life for these people.”
“So are you still going to France, the city of love?” I ask
“No.” I say, and he says, “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”“Don’t make me wipe that smirk from that face of yours.” I say, at the verge of snapping.“Please do.” He says, and I do something that I never thought I would do again in my entire life. ..............I simply do nothing, knowing that I don’t need to hit this guy. Hitting him won’t change a thing, so why do it?“I’m waiting, Quincy.” He says as he stares at my fist.“You’re not worth it.” I say and then I walk up to the little girl.“Hey, hey.” I say to her an
“Whoa...you have got to be kidding me.” Iris says and I ask her, “What? What?”“Look over there.” She points to a white round middle aged man on the check-in line.“Yeah, who am I looking at?” I ask her and she says, “That’s Benjamin, Davina’s father.”...............What? “I thought he should be in France already.” I say and Iris replies, “Yeah, that’s what I thought too.”“I’m going to go talk to him.” She says as she stands, but I hold her hand.“Not now.” I say and she stares at me for a second, and s
“No, I wear Gucci cologne.” I say and he looks at me with mild disgust.He must really not like Gucci.He takes a step closer to me and then he does something that takes me by complete surprise.............What is this man doing?He puts his nose to my arm and sniffs loudly. Then he says to himself, “You’re not wearing FANTASY’s deodorant either.” I take a few steps back, and I look at him, feeling the awkwardness.“I’m not.” I say slowly as I eye him.“Interesting...I will be downstairs, it was nice meeting you, Quincy.” He says with a small smil
Some say you don't know what you got until it's gone. I used to look at this saying as something cliche', until life threw me a punch that left me sore for eternity. Losing a loved one isn't easy, even if you think you're prepared.The pain just grows and grows until finally...it becomes you. Then you learn to dance to the rythmn of grief. You learn to sing the songs of distress. You learn to fight the battles of life even when your knuckles are bruised........My name is Quincy Daniels. A college freshman at NYC. This is actually my first year and everything seems so foreign. Living in New York was always my dream, the concrete jungle where dreams come through, right?My major is Sociology and I'm kinda
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I am a very patient person, especially this year. But I am not going to stand in a cue that is so long just to get in a club for a party with hormonal teenagers.The only reason I'm here is because of her, Davina. She seems annoyed by the fact that we are still at the back. The line does not even seem to be moving.Davina runs her left hand through her hair and turns towards me with a nervous smile. As if to say - Sorry we did not get to turn up.Then her eyes lights up, as if she just figured out the cure for a terminal illness or something."Rita!" She says more to herself than me.She digs in her small black purse for her phone. When she gets it, she scrolls thr
Yes, it is them. Fear and anxiety grips my heart and mind. "Quincy? Quincy?" I hear the shadow say. I yelp and move backwards, hitting the table slightly. The candle light blazes suddenly like it was never out. Davina and Rita looks at me gaping while her mother smiles smugly, sitting on the red rugged floor. My heavy breathing is the only thing that is audible in the small room. ................. “Quincy, Quincy.” I hear a voice faintly. A hand suddenly touches my shoulders and shakes me, trying to get my attention. “Quincy, god, are you alright?” Davina asks me worriedly. I look at her face and it is covered with concern.
You can never know what someone really wants.“I’m good love, enjoy.” She says and then closes the distance between us and kisses me right on the lips. The warmth from her breath sends shivers down my spine.I lean in more to the kiss but then she pulls away. She then smiles shyly and begins to walk away as I just stand there, watching her disappear into the Club..............The walk back to my building in some way helped me think a lot. As the cold air of the city brushed against my face, all I could think of was Davina.Her kiss, her scent, her personality. It all kept playing in my mind over and over, like a broken record.I’m so glad that I met her.