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 still trying to figure out what to do for a minor. I'm pretty tall and matured for my age, a 19-year-old that looks like a 25-year-old.
I have short blonde hair and I wear black alot.
It's just a weird habit I picked up from my weird dad. I moved from Ohio a month ago with him and we live in a high rise building that takes my breath away every single time I see it. Though that's like every day.
"Quincy! Quincy!" My dad's voice booms through my phone speakers. He sounds so excited.
I roll my eyes as I get from a taxi cab. I just came from my Creative Arts class and it's after 5-pm.
You would ask me why I’m rolling my eyes, that it could be something important.
But it is quite the opposite.
My dad is a really big exaggerator. Whenever he squeals about something, it is less important. And vice versa.
"Yes, dad? Normal people actually say hello or how are you doing when they call. But you're not normal so what's up?" I say with a hint of humor in my voice.
He chuckles lightly.
"Okay, know it all. I'm not going to be home for the next three days because I'm going to Hawaii! Hawaii Quincy!" I now see where the excitement is coming from. He’s traveling.
I smile knowing by the sound of his voice that he's really hyped about going Hawaii.
A doe-eyed brunette smiles and waves shyly my way as I pass a small but beautiful coffee shop.
I smile back politely and wave with my free hand while I hold my phone to my ear with my right hand.
"Okay Dad, have fun. That means I will be alone at the apartment and yes, I will have a few house parties." I say.
"Like hell you would. You don't even go to take-outs. I would be glad man, you stay locked up in your room on that computer of yours like you’re using it to sell damn drugs." My dad says.
"Whatever Dad, look I gotta go. Have fun at Hawaii and bring me something better than a stuffed bear. Tell Mr. Hanson I said hey. Bye Dad, stay safe." I say as I end the call.
Mr. Hanson is my dad's boss. He's real nice. He takes my dad on trips in and out of states.
I met him when I was ten and since then we hit it off. Besides, he and dad are like brothers. Known each other since high school.
My feet move in a steady rhythm as I near our building. I pull out my headphones and connect them to my phone.
I then put them in my ears and blast my drums with some Leon Bridges.
Since I discovered that guy on YouTube, I just can't get enough of his music. Its just so soothing and it's my kind of music. It helps me think of her.
My mom.
When she was alive, she would get up early morning and make us breakfast while some Sam Cooke music blared through the small radio on the kitchen island.
I sigh lightly when I reach our building.
"Mr. Daniels, welcome."
A short man dressed in a hotel like uniform that is friendly enough says. His name is George and he opens the glass door for anyone that comes to the building.
"Sup George? I told you to stop calling me Mr. Daniels. I am not my Dad." I say with a smile.
"Yeah, but it makes me feel like I'm doing my job right. Anyway where's your pops ?" He looks giddy today.
"You are not going to be seeing him anytime soon. He's gone Hawaii for three days." I say as I step into the building.
The room's temperature is more welcoming than the cold winds of New York.
And my dad wonder why I don't like to go out. I head for the elevator. My phone beeps, vibrating slightly in my black jeans. I pull it out quickly to check it out.
In my quick movement I hit someone.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry miss."
I look at the mess I created. Her folder is now on the ground with a few papers lying around.
"Let me get it." I say apologetically.
"It's okay." She says curtly.
Something about her voice brings memories of my mom rushing into my mind. Her singing, cooking, cleaning, and so much more.
I look at her face instantly. Confusion is plastered on her face as if she's trying to figure out who I am.
"Quincy?" She says more to herself.
That's when I see her eyes. Those eyes. I could never forget those light brown electric eyes.
"Mom?"
She drops the few papers that she picked from the ground and embraces me.
She hugs me so tight that its slightly uncomfortable but I don't push her back.
But I don't return the hug either.
I'm really confused. She looks fairly like my mom but can't be.
She pulls away from the hug and looks me in my eyes. Hers seems to sparkle a little.
She sighs heavily.
I see a few tears escape her eyes.
"Oh my Quincy. You have grown so much. I mean look at your beard." She smiles lightly. She touches my face, caressing it slowly. " Let's go to my room, I live on the ninth floor. We should talk. There's so much to tell you. Where's Sam?"
My dad name is Sam. I sigh awkwardly.
"Dad is in Hawaii for a few days. We live on the sixth floor. How come we don't see you?" I'm really confused here and I'm trying to understand all of this.
She starts picking her stuffs from the ground and placing it in the green binder.
"Oh no, Sam and I have met. So many times. He was the one that persuaded me to move here. You know I don't like New York. Too much happening here." She's done packing her papers.
"I was heading out to Sam's office to deliver these documents but since I've finally met you after all these years , let's head to my floor." She says hopefully.
I nod slowly.
I'm now even more confused. Mom died in a plane crash and now she's here. Actually in front of me, in the flesh.
She looks totally fine and my dad knows about this.
I don't know whether I should be angry or happy. But now I will just choose confused as hell.
A few minutes later we're in her apartment. I should call it a pent house because this place looks as if Chris brown decided to furnish an apartment for his daughter.
She catches me looking around and smiles. Her hair that was in a bun is now freely falling on her shoulders.
She looks stunning.
Her deep blue jeans hugs her tightly and her blouse is gray, reaching to her wrists.
She gestures with her hand to the big red couch with flowery small pillows. I walk over and sit down.
Behind the couch is a brilliant view of the city. The floor-to-ceiling windows gives the place a luxurious feel.
In one word, its breathtaking.
She sits down in a similar couch across from me and folds her hands on her lap.
Looking at me with a huge grin.
"So..." She drags the word.
"So...let's start with why the hell would you and dad hide you being alive away from me for so damn long?” I say rather calmly.
I’m impressed by my voice volume, because I am raging mad inside.
She frowns slightly. "Language, Quincy."
No. Absolutely, no. She don’t get to do this.
"I don't think you get to play mother right now." I say lifting one of my eyebrows.
She sighs.
"I guess so. Okay, remember that day when I was to go Chicago to meet my sister, your aunt Jessie?"
She doesn't wait for me to respond.
"I did not actually board the plane that crashed. I didn't even go. I wasn't even going to see her. I was going to meet a friend of mine so we could spend time together.” She says nervously while taking in a few shaky breaths.
My forehead creases slightly.
"Which friend?"
My interest is piqued. She gulps gently.
"Quincy, before you get ballistic. Just hear me out okay?"
She seems so nervous.
"Go on. I'm making no promises."
I cross my arms.
"I was having an affair."
She says in a defeated tone.
"Go on." I say in a monotone even though it feels like my chest is constricting.
"With Daniel. Daniel Sims, your high school math instructor." Her voice is full of embarrassment.
Well, oh shoot.
My mother decided to play dead because she wanted to fulfill one of her fantasies.
How classic.
Daniel Sims?You got to be kidding me.The Daniel Sims that just happened to give me A's on almost all my algebra tests? Not even because I was remotely good, because trust me I was not. Math is not my strong suit.I prefer English or even physics.I do good in academics but I am not a genius. Just a normal teenage guy trying to figure out life like everybody else."Say something, Quincy, you have been sitting there without saying a word and it’s making me anxious." She says in a sad tone while tapping her shoes on the ground causing a slow but steady rhythm.Anxious? Is she kidding me right now?Does she know th
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.
“You said the same thing three years ago, remember?” He says to me and I close my eyes in frustration.“You and I know clearly that that’s not fair. It’s not the same thing.” I say to him.“Quincy, you said she wanted you to jump off a building!” He yells into the phone and I inhale sharply...............“You know what?” I say to him, on verge of snapping. “I’m sorry I even called to tell you that my freaking mom is alive! Your own wife!” I yell into the phone.Tears involuntarily fall from my eyes freely and I fight the urge to throw my phone across the room towards the wall.“Quincy, don’t you yell at me.” It&
“Dad doesn’t know you’re alive.” I say to her as I look up to her face.She tries to speak but no words come out.“Exactly, a liar then and a liar now.” I say to her and she flinches, as if my words physically assaulted her..............Well, good. I want her to hurt as much as I am hurting now.“What do you mean by a liar then?” She asks, wiping a stray tear that runs down her face.I raise an eyebrow, silently asking her if she really wants me to go there.“You know what? Forget about it, I’m leaving.” She says as she puts her handbag on her shoulders and stand.
“Quincy, you better not bring her up, I’m warning you.” He says and he walks towards me, expecting to see one of my friends or to say the least, nobody.But he stops in his tracks when his eyes land on his dead wife.“No, no, no.” He says to himself over and over.“This can’t happen to me too. I can’t lose my mind!” He says loudly and I want to say something but I don’t know exactly what to...................My father right now is incredibly antsy as he paces around the living room. He refuses to look at my mother and I am afraid to say anything.“Sam..” My mother stands and walks close to him.He halts his actions an
“Quincy?” My dad asks as he scoops up chocolate ice cream out of the small bucket.“Mmmhmm” I say, my mouth full of ice cream.“Today is a school day, why didn’t you go to school?” He asks me and I almost choke on my ice cream............“Umm.” I say, thinking on what to say.I should have gone to sleep but after my argument with my dad last night, I fell asleep and slept for so long, not taking notice of the time.“I overslept.” I say to him and he makes a face. Well, he don’t look like he’s going to kill me so I’m safe I guess.“It’s alright, I understand champ.”
“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
“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 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
“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, sir.” I say respectfully.“But I’m confused here, what do you mean?” I ask.“Truly, I thought you weren’t this dumb...Quincy, you’re fired. You’re no longer the CEO for FANTASY.” ............“But..but..” I stutter and Davina’s father laughs.“But..but..what?” He asks rudely.“You actually thought I would have allowed my daughter to make someone as incompetent as you the CEO of FANTASY?”“Do you know how much money that company pulls in? You honestly thought I would let you mess it all up?” His voice is full of venom.
I pick up my speed as I drive on the small narrow road that is lighted by light poles and surrounded by thick trees.This road is a shortcut, and I took it because I want to get home as soon as possible.“Boo!” I suddenly hear the voice yell in my ear and I lose control of the steering wheel, causing the car to make a sharp turn that leads me straight into a tree...............The impact is loud and it causes the airbag to fly out. The car starts beeping loudly and I groan in pain.The front of the car is smashed into the tree. Scared, I frantically try to exit the vehicle.For a second, the door seems jammed, but I continue to struggle to open it. It finally gives way and the door opens.
When we are alone, Davina stands and walks close to me.“So what do you want to talk about?” I ask her and she replies in a low tone, “Who said anything about talking?”She closes the distance between us and she kisses me...............For a fraction of a second, I get lost in the kiss, and I return it. But then my senses return.I pull away and I watch her the lust stir in her eyes.“What are you doing?” I ask, my own tone a little bit huskier.She runs her hand through her hair and I watch her keenly as a tear escapes her eye.“Are you okay?” I ask her and she replies loudly
What or rather who I see causes my head to spin.I see Kate, she’s watching me keenly. Her eyes are cold and her skin looks wrinkled.She’s smiling widely, but her lips are without color. They’re purple and dead..............I can feel my blood rushing through my body. It’s like an out of body experience.I blink a few times to see whether she disappears, but it doesn’t work. She’s still in the backseat, staring at me via the rear view mirror.A loud truck horn snaps me out my trance and I press on the gas instinctively. The red light on the traffic light is already green, and all the cars that were in-front of me has driven away.
I pick it up and I see that I have a new text message. It’s from Jimmy, I remember saving his number when we were at The Lounge.I open the text and it only has three words.It reads:“Quincy, she’s gone.” ............My heart races as my mind conjures explanations for me. Who is he talking about?Is his wife dead?Oh gosh, no. I click on his number and it begins to ring. Expecting him to answer, I begin to find something to wear so I can go over to him; but he doesn’t.I try about three more times, but to no avail. The only person I could call right now and get information from would be Iris