The story so far:
She sat on her bed reading the book that Dereck wrote. When she first began reading the book she felt like it was exactly what she needed, but after meeting Dereck her feelings about the book took a sudden turn.
'He's not all that great of a writer!' She thought as she flipped through the pages. She turned to the front of the book, and looked his picture over. He was more attractive in person, but his picture looked pretty good. He had the perfect smile, with beautiful white teeth, his curly hair was cut short, and shaped up to perfection. She ran her fingers along his goatee in the picture that traced around his moca colored skin.
'What the hell is he smiling so hard for!?!' She asked herself. 'He's not all that.' She thought before tossing the book aside.
-Beep Beep Beep-
Her alarm on her cellphone went off just in time. It was set for the same time every Sunday, but it still made her jump.
She grabbed her cordless phone hands trembleing making it hard for her to dial. While she looked forward to this phone call every week she also dreaded it.
Her heart began to pick up it's speed as she listened to the phone ring in her ear. She held her breath when the ringing stopped, and waited for the voice to come on.
"Hello?" She heard a raspy male voice answer.
"Paul?" She quizzed.
"Who the hell else would be answering my phone!?!" He snapped while raising his voice.
She tried to remain calm although she badly wanted to curse at him, and hang up in his ear. She had to remind herself why she was calling.
"I'm calling to speak with Taylor." She said in a pleasent tone.
She listened to him suck his teeth loudly, and move the phone around. After a few minutes she heard him yell for Taylor, and a smile spread across her face. Normally she would have longer fights with him before she was allowed to speak with Taylor, this time it was easy.
"Hi mommy!" Taylors high squeaky voice chimed into the phone.
"Hi baby!" Kamille answered feeling her heart smile.
She loved the sound of her daughter's voice, everytime she heard it, it made everything okay. Her voice was what Kamille lived for, it was what gave her strength.
"When you gonna come see me?" Taylor asked as she did everytime they talked.
"Very soon baby I promise." Kamille said with tears in her eyes.
Kamille missed her child, and she hadn't seen her in months because her ex husband Paul wouldn't allow her to. He controlled how much time she spent with her daughter, and he made sure Kamille suffered in the process.
"My big girls got a birthday coming up doesn't she!?!" Kamille said.
"Yes mommy I'm going to be five years old now...and that means no more baby stuff...this is the big one!" Taylor yelled sounding very excited.
Kamille chuckled at her daughter's comment. Taylor was the funniest person Kamille knew, she had so much personaility. She was always energetic and full of life.
"Mommy are you coming to my party?" Taylor asked. "Daddy and Ms. Sarah are throwing me a big one too!"
"Ofcourse!" Kamille said hoping that she could keep her word.
Paul never liked for Kamille to come around Taylor, or be anywhere near him for that matter. He wanted his new wife Sarah to become Taylor's mother, but Kamille refused to let that happen. She wouldn't have her child completly out of her life...she couldn't bear it.
"Daddy I'm not finish!" She heard her daughter cry. "I want to tell mommy something else." She pleaded.
Hearing her daughter cry to talk to her broke her heart. Paul never allowed them to talk for along time, so she knew he was taking the phone away from Taylor. Taylor would cry everytime she had to hang up.
"That's enough." She heard Paul say.
Taylor's crying began to fade, and she could hear him moving around with the phone.
"See what you've done!" He yelled into the phone. "You got her all riled up and now Sarah's going to have to calm her down."
Kamille hated the fact that another woman was consoling her child, when it should be her.
"Paul I want to come to her party." Kamille said softly.
She braced herself waiting for him to go into one of his screaming fits.
"Are you crazy!?!" He screamed into the phone followed by laughter. "Your not coming to my house! Your not welcomed here Kamille."
"But it's my daughter's birthday!" She pleaded with tears rolling down her cheek.
"If you step one foot near this house I will tell everyone your little secret...your mother, your father, everyone Kamille!" He yelled before hanging up.
Kamille dropped the phone feeling defeated. She hated Paul with everyone inside of her, if she could murder him and get away with it she would surely do it. She would kill him with her bare hands if possible.
She hated herself for what she had become, because of who she was she could barely see her child.
Paul was evil, he had been that way since long before they were divorced. Kamille was strictly his arm candy, he didn't consider her his wife. He put on the perfect image for her parents winning them over, he even put on the perfect image for her.
Paul did everything in his power to make Kamille's life miserable. Infact he was the one who introduced her to what she called the "Night Life."
"I can't make ends meet and I will never be able to afford to finsh school." He reasoned with her. "Just for a little while, any you wont be like the girls on the street. Your classy!"
She would do anything for a husband, because she was weak at the time. She would do anything to make him love her, anything to make him happy. What was suppose to be just for a little while turned into the last year and half of their marriage.
After Paul graduated he decided he "didn't want a whore for a wife." He kicked Kamille to the curb, but wouldn't let her take their child. He thereatned that if she ever tried to get Taylor he would tell everyone what she would be doing, and the courts would automatically give him custody.
He even went as far as to tell her parents that she wanted the divore, and pretended to be heartbroken. Her parents turned their backs on her ever since then. They couldn't understand how she could give up the perfect lifestyle. She had nowhere to go and no one to turn to, so she continued to do the only thing she knew.
She supported herself for the last three years, but now she was tired. She was tired of Paul holding her child hostage, tired of keeping this secret, and tired of living this life. She wanted out, she wanted to start all over again.