The Choir Director 2: Runaway Bride by Carl Weber

Author:Carl Weber [Weber, Carl]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781455505210
Amazon: 1455505218
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2014-08-19T04:00:00+00:00

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25

After my incident with Clifford White, I decided it was for the best that I let go of everybody connected with First Jamaica Ministries, including Monique. Being around her made me think of the church, and more specifically of Aaron, and that’s not what I needed right now. So, I packed up all my stuff and moved out of Monique’s house.

With all of my things crammed into my trunk, I got onto the expressway and headed east to a university on Long Island. I’d never been to the campus before, so I had to ask a student for directions to the library, where I hoped to find the information necessary to continue my mission. The library was packed with students—some studying, some simply hanging out, and others sleeping at their workstations—and the atmosphere brought me back to my own college days, before my life went horribly wrong. Anger rose inside of me as I faced the image of yet one more part of my youth that my rapists had poisoned. My life, and all of my memories, would be forever distorted through the lens of “before the rape” or “after the rape.”

Glancing around, I noticed a black woman pushing a cart full of books to be put back on the shelves. She looked young enough to be a student, probably working in the library to help pay tuition. I approached her.

“Excuse me?”

“Yes?” She smiled at me, extra bubbly. Her nametag told me that her name was Niecy.

“Does your library have a collection of past yearbooks? I’m looking for a former student.”

Her face didn’t register any suspicion, but I still felt the need to explain why I would be seeking a former student.

“Well, actually,” I said, putting on my best impression of embarrassment, “I’m looking for this guy I had a one-night stand with in college. He was really, really hot.”

“Hot? Damn, girl. Why didn’t you tell me?” Niecy gushed, losing the bookish persona and letting her sista-girl surface. “I am so sick of looking for textbooks on the theory of this and research articles on the theory of that and blah, blah, blah. A hot guy with a good dick sounds like the kinda research I can get behind.”

“Did I say he had a good dick?” I felt like vomiting. If this girl only knew that he had the kind of dick that deserved to be chopped off.

“Honey, if you came all the way to this library to find him, trust he had a good dick,” she said with a laugh.

“Yeah, you got me,” I said weakly.

“These days I have to get mine vicariously. I’m heading into finals, so there’s no time to play, if you know what I mean.”

I nodded silently, hoping this girl would get the hint and drop the subject when I didn’t play along with her sexual banter.

“Follow me,” she said as she headed toward a row of computers in the back.

As we passed by a row of windows overlooking a parking lot, I noticed a burgundy-colored sedan parked near the curb.

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