TRUTH OR DEATH

by Fabiola Joseph

  Truth

  Or

  Death

  By: Fabiola Joseph

  Truth Or Death Copyright © 2013

  This book is an original idea written by Fabiola. Joseph. It is a work of fiction. Names, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. No parts of this book shall be duplicated, reproduced, or shared without the writer’s permission, unless for promotional purposes. By reading this book, you are agreeing to such terms. Any resemblance to any person dead or alive, place or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Truth Or Death.

  All rights reserved.

  Written and created by FABIOLA JOSEPH

  He thought that he was going to be the one to drag her to his mental hell, but she already had a one-way ticket. If everything went as planned, she would be leaving sanity behind and crossing the gates of madness willingly.

   Blinded to the fact!

  She was early as always. The reverend could smell the smoke that was coming from the waiting room. He shook his head as he left his desk and opened his office door.

  “Annabelle, how many times do I have to tell you that you can’t smoke in my office?”

  Annabelle looked at the reverend, smiled, and took another puff from her cigarette. It tickled her pink that she was annoying Reverend Bell. She waited for him to walk over to her with a cup of water as he always did. She just wanted to get him riled up before their session.

  “Come on, Rev, a little smoke never hurt anybody, has it?”

  Annabelle knew the answer to that question, but wanted to be a smart ass. Once the reverend held out the cup, she took a long drag, blew the smoke in his face, and put it out.

  Once in his office, she walked around touching everything she could get her hands on. She was like a big kid, unable to sit still, unable to act like the 23 year old adult she was. At times, he would look at the young girl and wonder what it was that her boyfriend saw in her. He would never be able to deal with her childish antics. There was no way, but then, he would really look at her. She was beautiful. Her beauty put her youth on display. Her skin was tight, flawless. Her wild hair showed her mixed background and her features were just as mixed up as her heritage. She had wide almond eyes, a small button nose, full lips, and somehow, it all seemed to work. At times, Reverend Bell would have to catch himself as his eyes roamed her body. She was a tall, slim girl with everything on her body being the perfect size. Nothing too big, nothing too small. He would get lost in thoughts of her body before his wife and their relationship, or lack thereof, crept in.

  He would try his best to ignore her, but she tried even harder to keep his attention. So many times he would pray that her boyfriend, who always seemed to be late, would hurry up. That day, he showed up 15 minutes late, which was early for him and they all got straight to it.

  “How have things been since our last visit?” the reverend asked as he looked from Annabelle to Jacob. Jacob was well dressed as always, donning a suit and tie. He was much older than her, about 15 years or so.

  “She’s still throwing her temper tantrums, Rev. She knows that shit drives me crazy. Before I entered into this relationship, I told her that her age could not be a factor.”

  “This isn’t the first time that you have brought up her age, Jacob. Can you tell her why you think her age affects this relationship?

  Reverend Bell took in a deep breath. He wanted so badly to stand up, look Jacob straight in the eye and tell him to leave the young girl alone. It was clear that they didn’t belong together. It was clear that Jacob was with her for the very reasons the reverend lusted over her.

  “What’s the point? She will just ignore my warnings. To tell you the truth, I’m not sure how much of this I can take.”

  Reverend Bell was shocked. Although Jacob bitched about Annabelle’s actions, he never once threatened to leave the relationship. The reverend sat up and waited to see how this all would play out.

  “Oh, really?” Annabelle asked as she stood up and threw her hands on her hips.

  “You think that you could just walk away from this, from me, from all that I do to you, from all that I give you?” She turned to Jacob and stared at him straight on. She walked up to him, slid on his lap and straddled him. The reverend watched as she shifted around on his lap, trying to feel what she knew would be growing in Jacob’s pants, no doubt.

  “Jacob, I love you and you love me. More importantly, you love every bit of what I do to you. The hissy-fits, the pouting, the tantrums, they all lead to the prize. The prize being sex after I make you so upset, isn’t that right?”

  Reverend Bell watched as Jacob took in a deep breath. He reached up, loosened his tie and swallowed hard. Annabelle was just that type of creature. Beautiful, sexy, and seemingly dangerous. She had a wild side that spilled through her outer shell and hung in the air. Every whiff of her left both men and women mesmerized.

  “Jacob, baby, answer me. You won’t, you can’t just leave. You love me, don’t you?”

  Annabelle rocked her hips as she spoke. The reverend found her actions inappropriate, not only because he was a man of the cloth, but because no man would be able to give a true answer with her on top of him. Yet, he was intrigued. This young girl was a force to be reckoned with. He wondered if Jacob could really handle her. There he was thinking that she was too young minded yet, with just a sway of her hips, she had him hypnotized.

  “Umm, Annabelle, please take your seat.”

  Annabelle leaned in, gave Jacob a kiss that looked like it was worth a million dollars, and finally, took her seat.

  The session was useless after that point. As the reverend asked his questions, Annabelle distracted Jacob with kisses and touches, and he let her. After twenty minutes of their PDA, Reverend Bell had enough.

  “How about we wrap this up?” Neither Annabelle nor Jacob objected. They made their way to the waiting room where Jacob paid cash for his session, as he always did. The reverend did find that weird. Not too many people did that. They would at least use a credit card. Reverend Bell wondered if he had anything to hide, although he seemed like an open book.

  Love The Way You Lie

  After a short ride, Jacob found himself in Annabelle’s apartment. He knew the minute she straddled him that his lunch break would take longer than usual. As they bumped into the walls and left a trail of clothes behind, she asked him, “You don’t ever think that you could leave me, do you?”

  Jacob tried to kiss her, but she pulled away and waited for his answer. “Not now, baby, come on, not now.” Again, Jacob leaned in to taste her lips, but she pushed him away roughly.

  “TELL ME, TELL ME THAT YOU WILL NEVER LEAVE ME.”

  Jacob scrunched up his face and gave her the ‘what the hell’ look. She was in the mood to play games when he was in the mood to feel her insides.

  “You know that I love you, Bella. Come here; let me show you how much.”

  She let Jacob pull her close, but still would not let him touch her. Instead, she entered her bedroom with him trailing close behind. She pushed him on the bed, her with just her skirt on and him in just his slacks and shoes. As he lay back on his elbows, she made him watch. Annabelle was well aware of the power she held. Her beauty had always been her crutch. Beauty in the right hands was like having a key that opened every lock in the world. People were always nicer, they were always more eager to please. If they didn’t want her, they wanted to be her.

  Annabelle knew that men couldn’t resist her and now that she had found the man of her dreams, she wanted to make sure that she would never lose him. Jacob had everything she had ever wanted and he was to be hers, forever. Her stockings were the last to go. She took them off slowly, one leg at a time. Jacob licked
his lips and he thought about the wetness between her thighs… and she noticed. Once completely naked, she walked over to her radio and turned it on. The CD she wanted was already in there. She went straight to number five. As Alice Smith sang the words, “My darling…” from her song The One, Annabelle began to dance. She danced her way to the bed and got on top of it. With Jacob between her legs, she danced to the beat of a desperate lover.

  “Tell me, baby, tell me that you will always be mine and tell me that you love me.”

  She needed him as badly as he wanted her, each for their own selfish reasons. With each grinding motion of her hips, Jacob fulfilled her request to profess his undying love.

  “Bella, you know that you are the only one for me.” Satisfied with his answer, Annabelle dropped her body onto his and made sweet love to Jacob. She kissed his lips softly, she touched every one of his sweet spots, and she gave him her all. He was hers and she made sure that she fucked him like he would always be hers, just hers.

  Beautiful Liar

  Jacob and Annabelle spent 45 minutes devouring one another. After, they relaxed in bed as Jacob planned his exit. Leaving her wasn’t always easy, not that he thought it would ever be. Lost in his thoughts, Jacob didn’t hear Annabelle's question.

  “Are you listening to me, Jacob?”

  Snapped out of his thoughts, Jacob sat up. “What time is it?” Jacob asked as he slid off the bed. “They are going to kill me for taking such a long break.” As he got dressed, Jacob received a text. He picked up his phone and his eyes widened. He hurriedly got dressed as the text engulfed his brain causing him to tune Annabelle out.

  “So, is that a yes?”

  “Huh? Yes, whatever you want, babe. Look, I have to go, but text me. I love you.”

  Annabelle didn’t get a chance to say anything else. Jacob hurried out of her room and out of her front door as soon as he got his clothes on. Normally, Annabelle would have given him hell, but her thoughts were on the night to come. It was rare that she got to spend time with Jacob at night. He was always working late or taking some client out for dinner. As soon as he left, she showered and started planning their night.

  Liquor Store Revelations

  Everything was ready. The steaks would not be cooked until Jacob arrived. The champagne was chilling, the lights were low, and Anita Baker played in the background. She was Jacob’s favorite and had grown on Annabelle. That’s one thing she could credit Jacob for. He took her out of a world that was filled with only rappers and introduced her to jazz, blues, and acid jazz. Her palate had evolved when it came to music and he was teaching her so much more. It was after seven. She told Jacob to be there by 6:30, but he was always late. Annabelle enjoyed another glass of red wine as she waited.

  Once eight o’clock hit, she decided to text Jacob. “Where are you, boo? Dinner’s getting cold and so am I.” She waited… nothing. By 8:30, she was texting him every five minutes but still, no answer. She paced her living room floor wondering if something could have happened to him. He never said that he was coming and didn’t show up, he always called or at the very least, texted when he got caught up at work. Frustrated and in fear that Jacob may be laying on the side of the street somewhere, Annabelle turned off the fire under her food and headed out of the door. She went straight to Jacob’s work only to find that all of the lights were out and the building was locked. Again, she texted him, even tried to call him, still, nothing. FUCK IT, she thought. She was going to stop at his house. She thought that maybe he could have fallen asleep, but once she got there, no one answered the door.

  Feeling lost and worried, Annabelle hopped in her car and just drove. All kinds of crazy thoughts littered her mind. Car crashes, robberies, murders, anything could have happened to her man. Where could he be? Could he have some side chick that she didn’t know about? Her insides burned at just the thought. He wouldn’t dare. She would kill him and he knew it, or he should know that she wouldn’t tolerate him having another woman. At a red light, Annabelle texted Jacob again. “What in the hell is going on, I’m worried. Call me ASAP!” As she drove, she checked her phone over and over, yet still, no text. She was going to need something stronger than the champagne she had on ice. She drove to her neighborhood liquor store and picked up a bottle of peach Ciroc. Annabelle exited the store, got in her car, and popped the bottle open. She knew that she shouldn’t drink and drive, but she just wanted a few swigs. Plus, she wasn’t too far from home. Thinking of Jacob with another woman was making her crazy. Just the thought made her heart race and her hands clammy. With three big gulps of liquor in her, she decided to go home and wait it out. He would have hell to pay once she heard from him. As she backed out of her parking space, a car that looked just like Jacob’s Range Rover pulled up. Annabelle was already in reverse so she pressed the brake. She rolled down her passenger side window and waited to see if Jacob would be the one to step out of the car. A minute later, he emerged, but he wasn’t alone. In the front seat sat a woman. Jacob was only two parking spaces away from her, with two cars keeping them apart, but Annabelle could see everything. Her hands started to tremble as she gripped the steering wheel. Jacob was out of the car but was standing there talking to the woman with his door open.

  “You sure you don’t want anything else, baby?” The woman answered no to Jacobs’s question. Annabelle had seen enough. She threw her car into park and unbuckled her seatbelt. As she rolled up the window, another head popped up. It was the head of a little boy.

  “Oh, hell no, I know he is not dating a bitch with a kid?” Annabelle asked herself out loud. As badly as she wanted to jump out of her car and act a fool, something told her to sit in her car and wait. She watched Jacob as he went into the store, bought his poison, and got back in his car. She watched him pull away and pulled out a few seconds behind him. Annabelle was tiptoeing on the very thin line that rested between sanity and blinding rage.

  As Annabelle followed Jacob, she wondered where he was driving to. They had passed his apartment building and were leaving the city behind, heading into the suburbs. In that car, she was a wreck and prayed that she didn’t get into one. She was sweating, her body was shaking and every once in a while, she would let out a shriek. How could he do this to her? He said he loved her. Said he couldn’t live without her. Sure, she could be childish, but no one could love him the way she loved him. Over and over again, she kept asking, How could he?

  As Jacob's car slowed down, Annabelle made sure to pump her brakes a few houses down. She watched as Jacob stepped out of the car, walked over to the passenger’s side, and opened the door. She watched as he helped the woman out of the car and embraced her. She gripped the wheel tighter as she leaned in to get a better look. After, he opened the back door and took the child out of the car. Together, like one big happy family, they entered the house, leaving Annabelle to her own conclusions.

  “WHAT THE FUCK?” Annabelle yelled. For ten minutes, she just sat in her car. Disappointed, hurt, and confused. Who was this person? Was this her house, their house, or did he own this one, too? She had a million questions that wouldn’t be answered by just sitting in the car. There was only one thing to do. She had to get closer.

  Annabelle stepped out of her car and looked around. The street was dark and quiet. The chill in the air warned her of the cold reality that she was about to face. As she walked up to the house, she prayed that she wouldn’t lose it, start breaking windows and kick in his door. Once up close and personal with the house, she looked around. There were a few blinds that were slightly opened. She looked into the first one and almost felt like a peeping Tom. There wasn’t really much to see in that one, just a view into the dining room. The second window showed a bit more. She could see the woman in the kitchen with the little boy. She watched the woman give the child a snack and after, she took a glass to fix a drink. As Annabelle watched the woman, she sized her up. She was cute, but not as cute as her. She must have been in her thirties with short hair and a tight body as far as she could t
ell. As the boy ate his snack, the woman made her way to another part of the house. “SHIT,” Annabelle said aloud. She looked around hoping that there was a window with a good view.

  The front of the house had the perfect view into the living room where Jacob sat watching the basketball game. She watched as the woman sat on his lap and handed him the drink. Annabelle fought the urge to pick up a brick and shatter the window, which to her, almost represented Jacob's picture perfect lifestyle she wasn’t privy to. As she peered into the window, she could somewhat hear the conversation.

  “Daddy, Daddy, I left Samson in the car.”

  The little boy had come out of the kitchen and looked upset. “‘Daddy? What the fuck does he mean ‘Daddy’?” Annabelle asked aloud. As Jacob got up, she felt sick to her stomach. Jacob was a father and he had never even brought it up?

  She had made up her mind right in that moment. She was going to knock on the door and make sure to huff and puff, and blow his house down. As she made her way to the front door, she heard the garage door opening. She slid to the side of the house and waited. It was Jacob, she could tell by the sound of his footsteps. She was going to wait to see his face and jump out on his ass. She was going to try her hardest to beat his ass. Just when she saw his face, her feet couldn’t move. Her anger was weighing her down. She watched him go into the car, and after, the trunk. That’s when it hit her, she had to move now. Slowly, but as fast as she could without making a sound, she made her way into his garage. She hid on the side of what she presumed was his wife’s car and waited. She was undetected as Jacob walked in, pushed the garage door button, and slipped back into the house.

  She lost track of time as she waited for the house to quiet down. Finally, she heard the television go off. With a cracked garage door, she heard the woman speak.

  “You owe your wife a bath and a nice body rub, remember?”