Black Beauty
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Charlie desperately wrapped the body in blankets and moved it to the front door. She wanted to load him inside the trunk of her car, but God’s carcass damn near weighed a ton to her. He was dead weight. How would she get him to the trunk of her car without being noticed?
She needed help. But from who?
She thought about calling Claire for help, but she didn’t want to get her sister into any trouble. This was her mess, and she needed to clean it up. The fewer people who knew about this, the better. Charlie needed to take action, and sitting around the apartment twiddling her thumbs wasn’t going to help her. The only thing she was capable of doing was using bleach to drench the body and wipe the entire area clean of her DNA. She loaded a plastic bag with the sheets, deleted her name and all her text messages from his phone, and finally left the apartment.
***
Kym arrived at the New Jersey rental and was extremely upset and frustrated with God. She had been calling his number for days with no response, and he wasn’t returning her phone calls. God owed her a lot of money and she was there to collect. He needed to know who buttered his bread. Kym was ready to let God know that she wasn’t some random bum bitch that he could fuck and use. She demanded respect.
Just as she was pulling up to the building, Kym saw a familiar looking woman. It had to be Charlie B. leaving the building. She fumed. God had some explaining to do.
Meanwhile, Charlie was making her exit from the lobby and saw Kym from afar, knowing that bitch was there to see God. She pulled out her phone and anonymously dialed 911 just as Kym was marching into the building. She told the dispatcher that she’d heard arguing coming from a certain apartment and subsequently a gunshot.
“Please hurry,” Charlie cried out.
The police were on their way.
Inside the apartment, several uniformed officers burst through the door to see a grief-stricken Kym wailing and cradling a very dead God in her arms. “I know she did it! She did it! She killed him! She killed him!”
The cops forcefully pulled Kym from the body and placed the iron bracelets on her dainty wrists. She was arrested for murder.
Epilogue
Hawaii was a paradise—Heaven’s artwork as far as the eye could see. It had beautiful sunsets, a rich blue ocean and clean, sprawling beaches. The weather was perfect. Romance and paradise went hand-in-hand for couples in Hawaii, where they could take advantage of moonlit walks on the pristine, sandy beaches, and where only the palm trees could hear their whispers. There were clear ocean views from the balconies of many suites. The sun and the moon seemed to glow brighter in paradise. Hawaii was peace of mind for newlyweds and everyone else. The melodious rush of warm Pacific waters surged at folks’ ankles as their feet would pleasantly sink into the moist white sand.
The rich blue ocean was therapeutic, and as the ocean gently crashed against the white sands, it sounded like the beach was singing a tune—a melody that harmonized beauty and love and put a joyous spell over everyone.
She held Mateo’s hand and stared lovingly in his eyes, as they walked barefoot across the beach, allowing the waves to wash against their feet. Chanel wanted to stay in paradise forever. She didn’t want to go back home. She felt there was nothing there for her. Being with Mateo in bliss like this, it was all she wanted.
Hawaii was heaven. It was how she dreamed it to be—even better.
But that’s all it was. A dream.
Chanel woke up by Mateo’s side and immediately was thrust into a chaotic situation. Mateo’s vitals had dropped dangerously low and he was about to flat-line. The machines sounded with alarms, and several doctors and nurses frantically rushed into the room to try and save Mateo’s life.
“What’s going on?” Chanel cried out.
“Ma’am, we need you to step outside,” said the nurse.
“No! What’s happening?”
“He’s crashing. We need you to step outside!” the nurse exclaimed. She attempted to shove Chanel from the room so the staff could do their job at trying to save Mateo’s life.
Chanel was overwhelmed with worry and grief. She tried to peek into the room to see what was happening, but there was a crowd of staff surrounding Mateo’s bed. Equipment was being rushed into the room, and Chanel had no idea what they were trying to do. It all looked frenzied to her. But she couldn’t lose him. Not now—not ever.
“Please, don’t let him die! Don’t let him die! Come back to me, Mateo. Ohmygod, come back to me. You promised that you wouldn’t leave me,” Chanel cried out.
The only thing she could do was drop to her knees and pray for him. Her eyes were coated with tears and grief. She prayed and prayed, and the medical staff was doing the best they could.
Mateo’s heart stopped and he went flat-line.
***
A few hours later, Chanel stood by his bedside while Mateo gazed up at her beautiful face. He was silent, but she was all smiles.
“You came back to me,” she said.
Mateo stared at Chanel dispassionately, almost like he didn’t know who she was.
“I love you, baby. I do. I thought I was going to lose you,” she said.
Mateo lay there quiet, almost like he was a vegetable. Chanel took his hand into hers and leaned forward and kissed him. But he didn’t kiss her back. Chanel figured that he was still recovering, probably still in shock about what happened. His body had gone through a very traumatic experience and he’d been in a coma for quite some time.
“I love you, baby. We have a wedding, right? And a trip to Hawaii, Mateo. Okay? I’m here every day by your side until you get better, and I’m gonna become your wife.”
Chanel then erupted into tears. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry. Can you please forgive me? I never should have invited them over. I’m sorry.”
Mateo blinked a few times and stared at her with no reply. It was as if the lights were on, but no one was home.