Free Fallen Angel From Revenge to Redemption by Deborah R. Brandon Page A

from my hands. I followed him to his room.
    Once we were in the room, I wrapped my hands around his thick athletic body. A wave of relief had washed over my body when I finally had laid eyes on him. When I saw him some of the anger had left me. He was beat down by life the last thing he needed was for his woman to be giving him hell as well.
    He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight, like he was borrowing my strength.
    “I was worried about you,” I said looking up and meeting his cognac colored eyes.
    “I am sorry that I worried you needlessly. I just needed to clear my head,” he responded, dropping his hands to his side.
    “I know. I hope that you know that you are not alone in this unless you want to be. I care about you, Darren.”
    “I care about you too. I can’t even get my head wrapped around this. My career is on hold. I do have some money set aside for rainy days, so I can pay my bills. All of my dirty laundry is being aired for everyone to see including my child’s mother. This situation has the ability to kill every dream that I have ever dreamed,” Darren said as he paced around the room like a caged animal.
    “Darren, you can’t change who your father was. In regards, to your career, yes, this could make you or break you. I still believe that what was designed to break you will make you stronger and better. In regards to your dirty laundry 8 Mile it.
    “What do you mean 8 Mile it?” Darren interrupted me.
    “Like Eminem in 8 Mile, if you step out there and talk about your dirty laundry yourself, then it takes away all their power when they try to use it against you.  It becomes old news. When you win the case then even your child’s mother can’t say a word. The way you carry yourself during this situation might actually propel you forward into your true destiny,” I finished letting what I said sink in. Darren believed in God and he knew for himself that all God’s promises are yes and amen.

 
                ~Darren~
    When it rains look for rainbows, when it is dark look for stars.-Unknown
    “Baby, you are right,” I said feeling some relief for the first time.
    My girl was standing on the promises and she was encouraging me to do the same. There is nothing like a praying woman.
    “Another thing you could do is bring up his record. Tell his story. Who was Aiden? How many times had police been called to that address for criminal domestic violence situations? Was there a restraining order in place and was he violating it by being there? Had his family tried to get him help previously for anger management? You know what I mean?” she asked looking at me with those big huge brown eyes.
    “Yes, I know what you mean. You could have been a lawyer in a former life or a PR agent,” I said teasingly.
    She was worried about me and wanted to help me to get out of the situation. I just wanted her to relax and not worry so much. Yet, I couldn’t tell her everything was going to be okay because I wasn’t sure of that myself. She needed to take it down a notch before she made herself sick with worry.
    “Have you eaten?” I asked
    “No, I was just trying to get here to you. I just had to be here with you, for you,” she replied.
    “Thank you, baby. Go take a shower and I will warm you up a plate and have it ready for you when you come out,” I said trying to take care of her.
    The rest of the night we just talked and laughed. I fixed her a plate and she ate.  To our surprise we fall asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillow.
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    Everyone stayed put for the rest of the weekend. We went fishing, drank beer from the cooler, and watched movies. We cooked on the grill, turned the radio up loud, played volleyball, and basically talked a lot of junk. Most everyone respected the fact that I didn’t want to talk about the courthouse. Lamar brought it up one time and that was to say that I should fight fire with fire. I should sue them for deformation of my character, slander,