The weekend couldn't have come fast enough for Kamille. She had to admit the job was much busier than what she expected. She was grateful that Tony had agreed to keep Taylor for a few days until Kamille found a good daycare center. Taylor loved going over there, and looked forward to it everyday.
"Mommy it's time to go to Tony's!" Taylor said.
Kamille peeked her eyes open, and looked in her daughter's smiling face. She rolled over and looked at the clock which read six a.m, and sighed.
"Taylor it's Saturday honey." Kamille said softly. "You only go to see Mr. Tony on the weekdays."
Taylor frowned her face up, and folded her arms over her chest.
"But he said next time I came over we were going to build a princess fort!" She said.
"On Monday Taylor." Kamille said as her eyes began to close again.
"This isn't fair!" Taylor said before stomping out of the room.
As much as Kamille wanted to discipline Taylor for giving her attitude she couldn't, because she was too tired. Her body refused to get out of her bed, and she didn't fight it.
Just as her eyes fully shut again her cell phone rang. The high pitched ringing pierced her ears, and she dreaded not having it on vibrate. She began to wonder who would have the nerve to call her this early. Daylight hadn't even come through her windows yet.
She rolled over, and snatched the phone up from her nightstand, and answered without looking at the caller I.D.
"Hello?" She mumbled into the phone.
"Chile what is wrong with you!?!" The female voice boomed into the phone.
It took a moment for Kamille's mind to register that it was her mother's voice.
"You round here whoring yourself around and now you got my grandbaby near all that mess!" Her mother yelled.
Kamille attempted to sit up in her bed, trying to decide on what she would say to her mother. Paul already probably filled her head with madness, and to her parents his word was golden.
"I didn't raise you to be this way!" Her mother yelled. "Now you return that innocent child to her father where she belongs. You ain't a fit mother...she needs to be in a good home."
The words that came out of her mother's mouth hit Kamille like daggers. She wanted to tell her mother off, but she knew she had to be respectful.
"Ma I am a fit mother." Kamille said calmly. "Paul wasn't letting me see Taylor at all that's why she's here now."
"Ain't no prostitute a fit mother!" Her mother said harshly. "Paul told me the real reason yall got divorced cause you was sleeping around with all those mens. You are a nasty tramp!"
Kamille's hands began to tremble as she began to grow angry.
"Well you can thank Paul for your daughter being a tramp!" Kamille shot back.
"What are you talking about?" Mother asked.
"You have no idea what I went through with Paul." Kamille said. "No one has a clue what a monster he is. You all look at him like a perfect angel, well let me tell you he is not!"
"He ain't done nothing to you but raise your daughter while you whored around town." Mother spat.
"Mother it is six in the morning I am not going to argue with you!" Kamille said. "If you want the truth I can give that to you, but I wont allow you to put me down."
"You are no longer my daughter Kamille." Her mother said in a firm tone. "You are dead to me." She said before hanging up.
Kamille stared at the phone not believeing the conversation she had just had with her mother. She was upset Paul had called her in the first place, but she expected that. She knew Paul was a snake and out to get her.
She tossed the phone back onto her night stand, and layed back down. She prayed to God her mother wouldn't show up in court, and testify against her.
After rolling out of bed, she went into the guest bedroom to check on her daughter. She peeked her head in the door to see Taylor laying across the bed with her doll next to her.
"What you thinking about?" Kamille asked.
Taylor remained quiet for a moment staring up at the ceiling.
"Why does daddy hate you?" She asked with a puzzled expression.
Kamille was taken back by Taylor's question, and wasn't sure how to answer it.
"Sometimes adults just don't get along." She answered. "I don't think he hates me though."
"Un huh." Taylor said sitting up. "He says it all the time."
Kamille stared at her daughter in disbelief. Why would Paul expose Taylor to that?
"Well like I said sometimes adults don't always get along, and daddy was probably angry when he said those things." Kamille responded. "Sometimes people say things they don't mean."
Taylor shrugged her shoulders, and layed back down.
"Hey maybe later we can call Mr. Tony and see if he wants to hang out." Kamille said trying to lighten the mood.
Kamille watched Taylors eyes light up, as she started jumping up and down on her bed.
"Thanks for coming." Kamille said after closing her front door behind Tony.
"No problem you know Taylor is my little buddy now." He chuckled.
"Well apparently she's your her bestfriend." Kamille said before leading him into the living room where Taylor was waiting.
Taylor spent all day building a fort in the living room using sheets, and Kamille's dining room chairs.
Taylor handed Tony, and Kamille flashlights before pulling one of the sheets back signaling them to enter her fort.
"She worked really hard on this." Kamille whispered to Tony.
"This is a great fort!" Tony said to Taylor who couldn't stop smiling.
"Mommy helped me a little." Taylor admitted. "But i did alot of work! I even put the batteries in the flashlights."
"Well you did a really good job, mines never look half as good." Tony pretended.
Kamille watched Tony climb inside the fort after Taylor.
"Mommy come on!" Taylor demanded.
Kamille felt foolish playing this game with Taylor, but she didn't mind too much. It made her feel young, and like a child again.
The fort was dark inside since no one had their flashlights turned on yet. Kamille felt around for a place to sit, and settled herself next to Tony.
"Should we turn on our flashlights?" Kamille asked trying to find the switch for hers.
"Not yet!" Taylor said. "Mr. Tony's gonna tell us a ghost story."
Tony turned his flashlight on, and placed it under his chin making him look mysterious. He made funny faces that made Taylor, and Kamille both laugh.
Taylor winded up drifting off to sleep during Tony's scary story, and Kamille offered to make him lunch which he agreed to.
They left a sleeping Taylor in her fort, and went into the kitchen.
"This is a nice house you have here." Tony said after taking a seat at the kitchen table.
"Not as nice as yours." Kamille giggled. "Is hamburgers and french fries okay?"
Tony nodded his head in agreeance. Kamille pulled the ground beef out, and took it over to the sink to be cleaned.
"My house may be big but it's empty that's for sure." Tony said.
"A football player is lonley?" Kamille quizzed while running the meat under the warm water. "You can have any girl you want, and I'm sure you have millions of groupies."
"None of that matters when it's not what you want." He said. "I want a family someday, I guess I want the typical american dream."
"Well your only twenty nine so you still have plenty of time." She said. "Try being thirty five with as much baggage as I have."
"So you think your baggage will stop men from wanting you?" He asked.
Kamille thought about his question as she seasoned the meat. She knew no man would ever want her unless she lied to him about her past.
"I know no man would want me given my sinuation." She answered honestly. "I'm okay with that though."
"Are you really okay with that?" He quizzed.
Tony had hit a soft spot with Kamille. She really didn't want to be alone for the rest of her life, but she figured that would be her destiny. What man would want a woman who sold her body as a living?
"I have no choice but to be content with it." She said softly. "I allowed myself to become that woman so I have to suffer the consequences."
Tony was quiet, and Kamille figured he didn't understand where she was coming from. Not many people understood Kamille or what she had been through, they just judged the book by it's cover.
"But your getting yourself together now...going down a different road." He finally said.
"None of that matters Tony." She said while flipping the burgers over. "The only thing people care about is my past. My mother called me this morning to tell me I was dead to her. If my own mother wont have me who else will?"
"A man who is willing to accept you and your flaws just like you will have to accept his." Tony said.
"Well if you find him let me know." She mumbled.
She had given up hope on finding a good man a long time ago. She knew being lonley would be something she would have to deal with, and she accepted that.
Kamille quickly changed the subject after that, she wanted to enjoy her lunch with a clear mind.
She didn't realize how much she had in common with Tony until lunch was served. They talked for what seemed like hours, and Kamille enjoyed every minute of it.She was sad to have to walk Tony to the door since she really wanted him to stay longer.
"Thankyou for inviting me over." He said. "And feeding me!"
"No thanks for coming." She said offering a smile.
"If your not busy would you like to join me for church tomorrow?" He asked.
Kamille hadn't stepped foot inside a church since her lifestyle had drastically changed. She felt like God would strike her dead if she went anywhere near a church.
"Church?" She quizzed.
"Yes if there is one thing I need in my life it's God, and I'm thinking you might need him too." He said.
Tony was right Kamille did need God more than anything, she needed his strength, and his forgiveness.
"Okay." She agreed.
Just as she was about to close the door behind Tony he suddenly turned, and kissed her. It wasn't one of those sloppy disguisting kisses her clients usually gave her, it was something that had meaning behind it. He didn't close his eyes while kissing her like normal people who do, he looked her in her eye the whole time.
She pulled away not sure of what to do. Kamille didn't ever remember being kissed like that, and she wasn't sure how to respond to it.
"Relax." He whispered into her ear.
As much as Kamille wanted to relax she couldn't. Her mind was spinning with a million thoughts, and she didn't know what she was feeling. Butterflies were floating around in her stomach, and her heart was picking up it's pace.
Tony took both of her hands into his, and looked in her eyes. She wanted to look away, but something stopped her from tuning away. There was something very sincere in his eyes, something that told her he saw past her dark side. He wasn't looking at her with the usual lustful look men had, he was actually looking inside her.
"You asked me if your own mother wouldn't have you who would." He said gently.
He took his hand, and gently pushed a few strand hairs from out of her face.
"I will have you Kamille." He said still looking into her eyes. "I will take you with all your flaws, all your pain, and anything else you have."
Kamille's heart fluttered as her eyes watered. For years men made her feel worthless, and standing infront of her was the one man that saw something else in her.
"Tony I don't know what to say." Kamille mumbled with her mind cluttered with thoughts.
"Don't say anything...I will pick you and Taylor up at eight for church." He said before turning and heading towards his car.
Kamille was frozen, she couldn't take her eyes off Tony as he got in his car. Tears escaped from her eyes, but she didn't bother to wipe them away. For the first time something made her happy other than her child.