BAD LUCK: WHY ME?
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Carrington P.O.V.
Winston-Salem, North Carolina
I literally hate the holiday season. Everything bad that can ever happen to anyone happens to me. It's like I am a magnet that attracts nothing but bad luck...bad things.
I have not experienced a good holiday season in years, and I am only twenty years old. I am a Capricorn. My birthday is literally on Christmas Eve.
Don't think I have not, tried either.
Or that it's all in my head.
How do you explain the time I got hit by a car on my birthday, a house fire on Thanksgiving morning, lost my expensive Beyoncé concert tickets and missed half of the show because the computers were down and couldn't pull up my credit card purchase? Or the time I got chicken pox from my little cousins. Or the time my sister and her nasty live-in boyfriend gave the whole house crabs, and I am not talking about the kind you eat either. And before you ask, yes... I was pissed, especially because I am still a virgin and because I never liked his cheating ass.
I could go on and on, but lastly, the most painful example for me was when I was 11 years old waking up to find my beloved grandparents dead from carbon monoxide poisoning. I had stayed at their home to help clean - up after the entire family was at their house for Christmas.
Today is Friday, November 21 and Thanksgiving Day isn't till Thursday, November 27, this year.
I was able to get off work early today. I work at Salem College and Academy as the campus cafeteria manager. I love my job. I love cooking and baking. I have always loved to cook, bake and sing ever since I was a small child.
Salem College and Academy is the oldest educational institute for both girls and women in the United States, with a history starting in 1772. It was founded by Moravian Missionaries and has evolved from a primary to an academy and then into a college.
The staff at the school are wonderful and don't get me started on the students. I have always loved children and I knew early on that wherever I ended up as a cook/baker it needed to involve having plenty of children around.
Today, I baked a bunch of donuts, muffins, bagels and cupcakes. The English department requested a continental breakfast for their early morning faculty meeting. I came in early to set up, so I got to leave early.
The plan is to go to the bank, get some cash, take my Aunt Tracey and her family these leftover baked goods, go to the hair store and then go to my girl, Kimmie for her to put a nice, long, jet-black, bone-straight, 30-inch sewn-in weave in my head.
My girl, Kimmie, has been doing my hair for years. Kimmie always does a good job. Kimmie does it in her kitchen. Kimmie used to rent a booth at one of the expensive hair salons in town, but she said they went up on their booth rent and, with child care expenses, it didn't make any sense. So Kimmie has been hustling doing hair in her kitchen and babysitting other people's kids for a minute now, in order to pay the bills.
Kimmie has three adorable boys. Too bad their father ain't s**t and rarely pays child support.
Currently, Kimmie has been dating this married Winston-Salem City police officer. They have been dating on and off for a full year and a half. Stanley Cook keeps promising to leave his wife and be with her. She keeps promising to leave Stan alone for good. You know that old song and dance number. I have told Kimmie a hundred times to leave him alone, but she won't listen.
I wanted to look nice for my last date with Byron this weekend and my girl Estelle's birthday party and for the Thanksgiving dinner with my family.
The line at the bank was long, but it was moving fast. However, since I was making good time, I let an old white man who reminded me of Old Saint Nick go in front of me. I am serious the only thing he was missing was the whole Santa Claus costume. Anyway, he was really appreciative and thanked me.
Then, out of the blue, as I was leaving the bank, he appeared beside me and gave me his lucky white rabbit foot.
He declared," May your luck get better and better. May you know when to stay silent and when to let your presence be boldly known to all. More importantly, a wise one knows in life there is truly a time to run, a time to fight, and a time to be still."
"What?" I responded, clearly lost.
"There are different kinds of strength, darling. Strength conquers fear every day. You are truly a diamond in the rough, and you are enough. Therefore, any man that doesn't see that isn't worth your time of day." he proclaimed, and it surprised me and then, somehow, him and his words filled my heart with joy, hope and comfort.
"Thank you! I appreciate that! Have a great rest of your day. Can I have a hug? " I requested, feeling a little overwhelmed but in a good way.
"Sure!" he said.
Next, I ran to the hair store and grabbed everything I needed for Kimmie to make me look fabulous. Then, I went to my Aunt Tracey's house to drop off the food. She is at work, but my Uncle Greg is home. She works part-time at the local public library. My Uncle Greg is a state correctional officer, and he actually introduced me to Byron. They work together. Byron has been on the job less than two years and Greg is his training officer.
I am shy, and I don't normally date a lot. I am a homebody.
Byron was invited to a few family gatherings during the summertime. Eventually, Byron asked me out and my entire family pushed me to say "yes". They thought Byron was a great catch. They think Byron is sweet and handsome, and I thought so too at first.
We have dated for the past month.
We have gone on a lot of dates, but something just didn't feel right. I can't picture myself losing my V card to him at all. As a result, we have not gone past a quick kiss and hug. Don't get me wrong, Byron said all the right stuff and did all the right stuff.
Nevertheless, it still feels forced on both ends. I don't have a spark or any chemistry with him. I hoped it would grow, but it has not happened.
Now Byron has started pushing for more, so it's time to back away gracefully. I know I may still have to see him at family gatherings. Therefore, I need to do this gently.
My Aunt Tracey, Aunt Darlene and my mom swear it's me and I have not given the boy a chance, but that's not true.
Anyway, I promised them I would be gentle when I broke up with him. I know they mean well and just wanted me to be happily married like them.
I just parked my car in front of their house. It looks like the front door is open as usual. f**k! I think that's Byron's car in the garage. I was hoping not to run into him till tomorrow. It's fine!
I let myself in and place the food on the counter. I don't see anyone in the kitchen or in the living room. That's weird!
Where could they be.... I looked in the basement. No one was down there. I go back upstairs and I use the hall bathroom. That's when I hear it moaning and groaning from upstairs.
It definitely sounded like two men. I froze for a second trying to process what I was hearing.
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