Tristan's so used to running women away that he probably assumed I did as Sam had done and left due to his not returning to our suite. He probably lied about taking a morning run, too. I'm convinced he was out screwing someone, took a shortcut through the forest, then pretended he went jogging. He assumed he'd get home before I was awake. I head down to Detroit to meet Detective Johnson. He's tall, with broad shoulders and a stern face."Have a seat, Ms. Warring. You want coffee?""No, thank you, Detective Johnson. I grabbed some on my way down here.""So, how's it going in Deep Woods? The military still on duty?""Honestly, I don't know. I thought they had left last Summer, but I learned they were still there not too long ago.""Interesting."After a few minutes, Pastor Gene's lawyer entered to represent me. Although I don't need a lawyer, having one present is wise. Detective Johnson transitions from casual conversation, saying, "Well, start from the beginning for me."I tell him a
After church, the old crew went out, and we had a blast. Janay and Blake were comical as ever. Malika has made me her new best friend, I guess. Pastor Gene and Leslie went home after dinner, and the crew went to the show. After the show, we went to the lake and fellowshipped some more. It was a perfect Sunday. Finally, we all head home. Kicking off my shoes as I enter, I cut the lamp on, and Tristan is sitting on my couch. My throat's burning I scream so loud. He doesn't budge but sits there until I stop making a complete idiot of myself."Tristan, you're going to give me a heart attack. How'd you get in?""I'm fine. ...My flight went well. ...Business is going well."He stands, walks up to me, and starts kissing me, but I feel a little weird. Pecking his lips, I grab his hand, leading him to the couch. I sit in a dining chair next to it, but he avoids the couch and straddles me."Tristan, what are you doing?"Laughing, I try to push him off, but he stays on top of me, staring. Still
"Jade? Hi, Gloria. Have you spoken to Mr. Black?""No.""Oh? O...Kay... If you do, please tell him we need him in Brazil ASAP.""Okay.""Are you alright, Jade?""Do you talk to his mother, Gloria?""Not outside of business. Why?""Call her, she may know. And if she does, please text me that he got to Brazil safely.""Do you have her personal number?""Yes."I give her the number, and then we get off the phone. Now, sitting in the dark, I'm afraid to move. Soon, my thoughts go to how clammy Tristan's skin felt when I touched him. His spine was protruding out of his back. His moan sounded weird, as if he were breathing through a closed throat. Finally, I force myself to move but refuse to cut on a light. While getting juice out of the refrigerator, I hear a light tapping on my door. Seeing a flicker, I look at my phone, and Gloria has texted: Thanks, he called. My heart's pounding as this tapping continues. Breathless, I looked out the peephole, but no one was there. Then, I see a sha
Frantic, I begin looking all around. I catch a glimpse of him crossing the street from the corner of my eye. Tristan looks well refreshed. His skin is glowing, his body looks solid and chiseled. And today, he's wearing his dog tags. He looks like all man! He's wearing shades when I introduce him to Missy, but she's eyeing me as if to say, 'Baby sis, you have hit the jackpot!' I chuckle because I know she will flip once she sees his eyes. Dropping his head, he removes his hat and runs his hands through his hair. Head now lifted, he removes his sunglasses, saying, "Pleasure to meet you, Missy."Mouth dropped, Missy stared at him as if she'd seen an angel. "Oh my! Nice to meet you, Tristan. Your eyes are mesmerizing!" She giggles.Smirking my way, she asks, "So, how long have you and Jade been going steady?""Jade won't commit to me." He shrugs as he stares into my eyes."Why not? Why not Jade!?" Missy simpers.Tristan starts laughing because Missy is over the moon impressed with him.
Is someone calling my name? I sit up in my bed and listen. I hear nothing, so I lie back down. "Jade." Someone softly calls. I sit up again. "Jade, down here!"Easing out of bed to the side of my open room window, I look out. It's Missy! I go to speak, but she wildly motions for me to keep quiet. Now, she's motioning for me to open the back door. I tiptoe to the storm doors and let her in. She's all sweaty, disjointed, and terrorized! "Missy, what happened to you?"Knocking me over, she runs and cuts off the kitchen light, then returns to recheck the storm doors, ensuring they're locked. She sprints to the back and then the front doors, ensuring they're locked too. Skipping steps, she rushes upstairs and locks my window. She then sneaks into my parents' room and shuts their windows. Though horrified, I follow close behind without questioning her until she's done checking every entrance. Finally, she motions for me to come and talk to her in the hallway without windows.
Me: Turn to channel 13 NewsTristan: OkMe: You know what that's about?Tristan: No... let me call her and see what's upMe: OkTristan: Good looking out 😉Unable to look away from his text, my dad taps me, and I jump. "Are you alright?" He asks."Yes!""Well, come and eat. Tristan joining us?""I doubt it.""Give me your phone! You act as if you're scared of your own husband!" Mom sneers.She snatches my phone and calls Tristan. He must've said something provocative because my mom pulled the phone from her ear and gave me a disapproving look."Tristan, this is Mrs. Warring. ...Mhmm. Apology accepted. Did Jade invite you over for breakfast? Well, are you up? We have plenty for you. Oh okay. Well, be here by noon. Ok bye, bye."She hands me my phone, shaking her head. I rush to eat to be dressed by the time Tristan comes. Before I headed upstairs, I noticed Missy's sitting zoned."You're still upset?" I ask.She whispers, "You all aren't understanding me. I saw a monster devouring peo
Tristan allowed me to stay with my parents for two more weeks before he demanded I return to Michigan. His mansion on Lake Front is my current residence. We have been traveling back and forth to Brazil, getting Black International in order.Finally, he allowed me to stay home and plan for our wedding. I haven't been to church in months. After Leslie's call, I couldn't deal with that at the time. I'm happy, and life is going great, so I don't want to add anything morbid.Grocery delivery is a Godsend for me. I'll drive down to The Mall Collection or shop out of state with my mom and Missy to avoid running into anyone I know. Missy is eighty-five percent back to normal. She had many nightmares and panic attacks, but she is overcoming her fears. Her medication seems to work well for her, too.The military is no longer in Deep Woods but is now patrolling that wooded area in Maine. Missy was invited to several news and talk shows to share her horrifying story. Talking about it publicly an
"I needed Tristan to meet and virtually confirm some documents for a new client. I've been trying to reach him since last night. I was hoping you could reach him for me or come down and appease the clients. Hearing from his wife will calm them for a few days.""Well, I'm not his wife yet, Mr. Diego.""They don't know that. Practice makes perfect. They're a very prestigious client. Tristan will be pleased to know you saved their business from leaving us. Please?"I agree, then head to Black Corporation. Upon entering, the receptionist greets me, "Hello, Mrs. Black. Mr. Diego's in conference room C."Nodding, I walk away slightly in shock that I'm being called Mrs. Black. I enter the room with Mr. Diego and four other people. Saying only what Mr. Diego instructed me to say the clients are satisfied and sign the contract. I can't believe it."You were perfect. This calls for celebration," says Mr. Diego.We walk down the street to a seafood restaurant. "Please, Jade, call me Trey. The M
I wake up in my sleeping bag. Now sitting, I glance at Jordan, Chelsea, and the other two girls, sound asleep in our tent. I hear rustling outside, but I call no one. To remove my fear, I pray all night until morning. Twelve children, Blake, Malika, Toni, and I, end our camping trip. We get on the bus and head to church. During breakfast, Pastor Gene gives an excellent message. Afterward, we eat and fellowship as we always do every Sunday. Then, finally, I'm home.Lavender and vanilla pleases my senses as I enter my homey condominium. My balcony's open doors usher in a refreshing Summer breeze from the lake. After a brief nap, I'm up late putting together a portfolio to show new clients. My small office is downtown. It's very quaint and decorated perfectly. All my clients desire my services due to the excellence of my humble office.Deep Woods has always been a vacation city. Many wealthy people build vacation homes around the lake and visit during the Summer. There's a beautiful n
Maybe Annie got what she deserved. Call me insane, crazy, a lunatic if they like, but I'm at peace. Whatever the outcome, miraculously, I could see every event before it happened. There were no secrets withheld from me from the moment our eyes met. I saw Tristan before I saw Tristan. We met in my dreams, as he so eloquently put it. And I knew he represented evil before I knew he was evil. Still, I chose him.Many saw me going through these tragic moments and questioned why a loving God allowed me to go through something so atrocious. Then I, the so-called believer, never had an answer as if this wicked relationship or thing was forced upon me. Toni, Annie, Alexandria, Samantha, and I are guilty of the same charge. Like them, I knew Tristan wasn't right, but I wanted to make him right. But most of all, I wanted God to make him right. With all my loyalty and commitment to God, the least He could do was grant me the love I wanted. Right?This is a voluntary army. Soldiers aren't rewar
Unable to sleep, I'm consumed with thoughts of Tristan. In an attempt to win me back, the final time I saw him that night in the woods, he told of how Annie ended up at his mother's funeral with him. Annie said, "Women always talk too much about their man, especially during bad times. Jade had nothing good to say about Tristan that entire week in Indigo Bay. A few days after meeting him, I ran into Tristan jogging by the lake. It wasn't by accident. I wanted him, so I started stalking him, for lack of a better word. Then, knowing how corny and boring Jade was in bed as this confused church girl, I just wanted to blow his mind. I'd often think, what could he possibly find sexually gratifying about a woman who seemed to boast about how pitiful she was in bed? I drive up next to him. Rolling down my passenger window, I greet, "Hey, handsome. Is Jade home?" Jogging in place, he stopped and turned to face me. With the brightest, sexiest smile, he says, "Annie. How are you?" Watching
"Uh, yes, praise God! ...Did they catch the killer, do you know?""No! The police believe it's more than one person! So these maniacs are still loose!""Thanks, Mrs. Cloverly, but I have to call my family. Goodbye."Immediately, I called Missy, but I got no answer. I call her back to back to back—still nothing. I call my brother, he answers."Tim! Have you talked to Missy!" "No. What's wrong?""Tristan--I mean, someone massacred my neighborhood!""What?""Yes! Please find Missy and have her call me at once!"I'm heading back to Maine, but my flight doesn't leave until tomorrow afternoon. Now, at an airport hotel restaurant, the world news is playing this gruesome massacre nonstop. As I sit traumatized because Missy still hasn't called, someone taps me."May I join you?" He asks.Startled, I nod yes. Chucking, he greets, "Hi, I'm David, and you are?""Jade.""Nice to meet you."I allow him to join me, but my eyes are fixed on the television. "Horrible, what happened there, huh?" he as
Trey was appalled that I never knew what Black Corporation was all about. On the surface, it was a science technology business, but their expertise was bioweapons and elite weapons of war.Larry Black was a mad scientist. He secretly created weapons of mass destruction and sold them. However, he wanted to create a superman or power. He heard of superpowers in Brazil and decided to go there, and he found Trey. Larry cunningly sets his own wife up to fall for Trey. Larry wanted a child that would hopefully possess this power. His wicked desire was fulfilled. He knew Trey would eventually try to set Tristan free, so Larry tried to find ways to make himself one with Tristan. After successfully extracting some of Tristan's DNA, Larry put it into his body. But it was killing him. It reacted as Cancer or any terminal disease reacts to our bodies. It was a foreign cell that needed to be removed. Trey then revealed to me that it was Larry I saw I killed in Lightning, New York, the night of
Slowly, I walk towards him, but he doesn't approach me. Motionless, he stands, waiting for me to reach him. The closer I get, the more he starts turning his neck as if tired and stretching with his eyes closed. Once he opens them, they glow bright. Immediately, I run back towards the elevators because I know he's about to change. Captain Brunson yells, "NOW!"One soldier snatches me into the elevator. As we head down, all I hear are bullets. I begin to scream, "NOOOO!"We enter the lobby, and the crowd is being escorted out. The soldier puts me and Christina into a truck and then sends us away. They take us to the military base. I'm there until morning, waiting to hear from Captain Brunson. I'm lying on a cot asleep when I hear cheering. As soon as I sat up, I saw Captain Brunson. Now weeping, he comes and pulls a chair next to my cot, asking, "How are you?" Tears stream as I shake my head. He continues, "You have someone else to live for now. Christina's going to need you strong."
Because of my rental's busted window, I tell everyone I hit a tree branch. A few hours later, we were called to the morgue, and my parents were supposedly decapitated by a large old tree slicing through their windshield. They allowed me to grieve with my family briefly, and then the police apprehended me. The authorities need to know why I sent everyone I knew to the woods. They question me for hours, and I answer the same for hours. Now, I guess I'll be a suspect in my own parents' death. They finally locked me up. I sit watching everyone, and it seems everyone is united except me.My family and pastors send lawyers, but I tell them I want to stay seventy-two hours. The police permitted me to stay, and then they put me out. I haven't bathed in three days, and I don't care. I take a cab to the airport and fly to the West Coast. I find a nice condominium in a beautiful Washington city. Shortly after, I got a job teaching interior design at the community college. However, my expertise
She goes to tell me how, but I block my ears and run out of the building. June and my parents call out behind me, but I refuse to stop running. If I stay with my parents, they'll be killed, so I run inside an office building and stay hidden until I know they're gone.A top-floor office was left unlocked. There, I hid underneath a desk. Afterward, I took out my cellphone and watched it receive call and text after call. Eventually, I cried myself to sleep.In the middle of the night, I awaken. Although I'm nowhere Tristan will think to look, I'm terrified. My phone has over a hundred calls and texts. As I scroll through, I'm dreading anything from Tristan. I see a few miscellaneous numbers, and then I see Captain Brunson called. He didn't leave a message. I guess he's responding to my texts from last night.Feeling nauseated, I realize I haven't eaten all day. Now, searching this dark floor, I find the vending machine. Peanut butter crackers soothe my stomach, but I still feel queasy. A
After midnight, I awake in his bed, draped in sheer curtains. The window's open, and the wind's blowing. It's the beginning of October, so tonight is chilly. The room is dark, but the moon is giving me a glimpse of light.I'm trying to see through the curtains but am too afraid to shift positions. To get my focus, I kept blinking, and then I saw a large dark shadow heading towards me. Thoroughly convinced I'll be dying a brutal death, I make peace with my Maker.Tristan pulls back the curtains and crawls into bed. He then crawls on top of me. His eyes glow like cat eyes as he leans above me, breathing deeply. Petrified, I stare back as he kisses me, but I taste blood. He stops and licks the blood from his lips as I swallow the blood now inside my mouth.He says, "We've definitely met before. You saw me look into your tent in the woods. I could tell you liked my eyes. And I liked yours. In fact, I liked you. I remembered your beautiful face from Blake's phone.I didn't want to scare y