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“Are you crazy?” I yelled, rushing toward the bathroom door. He followed closely on my heels. As he grabbed the knob, I was able to lock it. I noted the look and color of his eyes as our eyes met.
They were reddish gray with rage in the corner.
“Open this door, you fucking slut. I promise I’m going to slit your throat,” he warned, shaking the knob.
“Don’t catch a charge,” I stammered. My warning went unheard.
“I’m going to strangle you.”
I gasped, holding my chest.
“I’ve kept detailed notes in a safe place,” I said in a shaky voice. “They’re going to know you were here.”
Silence ensued.
“Okay, okay. I’m not going to hurt you,” he said. “You shouldn’t have mentioned my wife. You better come out now so we can make this quick.”
He spoke in a calm manner.
I was scared senseless.
As I looked at the doorknob, I knew that he would kill me if he got on the other side of the door.
Who did he assume he was dealing with, booboo the fool?
“I’ll call the cops if you don’t leave,” I warned. “I hope we can put this mishap behind us.”
While I stood by the door trembling, Warryn got quiet. I debated making a bogus call to the police in order to make him leave peacefully, but my cell phone was on the other side of the door.
“Warryn,” I stammered. “I told you I won’t tell. I meant it. Your family and everything you hold so dear will remain intact.”
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I am a pubished Author, my first book The Many Faces on the Bus:A fascinating book of short stories. I wrote this book for a few reasons and one reason is to shed light on how judging others can affect a person/people in a negative way and we have judged others just based on what they may or may not have,what they are wearing and just basically the way they look, but have you considerd how that person my have gotten that way and why they are the way they are. We as people, as humans don't take the time to see the pain,hurt,struggle,fear,shame that people are feeling and dealing. In my book I talk about my pains and struggles and how rape made me a mother not once but twice at a young age, how being homeless caused my to be depressed and wanting to give up.I wrote the book in a unique way so the you can see it with an open mind.I took my story and made it belong to other characters so that you may have a real sence of understanding and that it could be somebody you know or even yourself,I also did it for entertainment puposes.This book will inspire you to think of others including your self.
The Many faces on the Bus
This book is about judgment and the many faces it holds. Let’s just call it the reality check. Have you ever looked at somebody and completely dissected their life, I mean not only looking at them, but the way you look at them, you didn’t have to say a word. You are judging them for what they are wearing and just simply for what they look like. Have you caught somebody looking at you and wondered what they were thinking? Maybe it was not one of your best days and just like that, that one look made you feel unsure about yourself. See it really wasn’t you; it was that person judging you without even saying a word.
See, I’m the narrator in this book, riding the bus with a group of people on the city bus. Each character has something about them that stands out. I sit back and tell their silent stories as if I could see what they are going through. Not all are tragic; in fact some are uplifting. The many struggles and pain
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“Are you crazy?” I yelled, rushing toward the bathroom door. He followed closely on my heels. As he grabbed the knob, I was able to lock it. I noted the look and color of his eyes as our eyes met.
They were reddish gray with rage in the corner.
“Open this door, you fucking slut. I promise I’m going to slit your throat,” he warned, shaking the knob.
“Don’t catch a charge,” I stammered. My warning went unheard.
“I’m going to strangle you.”
I gasped, holding my chest.
“I’ve kept detailed notes in a safe place,” I said in a shaky voice. “They’re going to know you were here.”
Silence ensued.
“Okay, okay. I’m not going to hurt you,” he said. “You shouldn’t have mentioned my wife. You better come out now so we can make this quick.”
He spoke in a calm manner.
I was scared senseless.
As I looked at the doorknob, I knew that he would kill me if he got on the other side of the door.
Who did he assume he was dealing with, booboo the fool?
“I’ll call the cops if you don’t leave,” I warned. “I hope we can put this mishap behind us.”
While I stood by the door trembling, Warryn got quiet. I debated making a bogus call to the police in order to make him leave peacefully, but my cell phone was on the other side of the door.
“Warryn,” I stammered. “I told you I won’t tell. I meant it. Your family and everything you hold so dear will remain intact.”
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