Free A Mother's Love by Miss Dee Page A

where Quincy was and he said he was there getting ready. I was happy since he was taking this serious. He was getting out the game after this.
                  I made it to the church and went into my changing room. Zaharra was there already and was dressed. She was my maid of honor and Red and Yellow was my bride’s maid. I got dressed and I headed down the aisle. At the end next to the minister was my man. Our colors were blue and white. My man was looking good he had his dreads braided. He was smiling from ear to ear. I was excited and at the same time scared. What if this wonderful man changed, what if he was lying, but I had to take that chance I took it with everyone else.
                  The minister started the ceremony and I cried tears of joy. Q wiped my tears. We said our vows and kissed. We did the old tradition of jumping the broom. Our reception was at a big hall. We had food, food, and liquor, and more food. I was dancing for Q now you know I had to put on a show for him. We had fun; we danced and played wedding games with the family. People won prizes even my Mama showed up. She really like Q she just didn’t like the fact that we had so many kids. But fuck it we could take care of them. I had graduated and was working for the government as a social worker. I absolutely loved it.  I was living the American Dream I had a good family, good man, I had survived the worst and was hoping for the best.
                  That was what I had dreamed what I had hoped for. But before I could make it in the church I was shot down. I had an uneasy feeling when I left the salon I knew something wasn’t right. And when I called Q he said that he was on his way to the church also. When I pulled up I seen he had pulled up too. This was not good he was not suppose to see me before the wedding. I called him and told him to go in first. He was laughing and at my window by the limo looking in.
              “Boy go!” I was screaming with the window raised up.
                  “I’m trying to see how good you look baby.”
                  “You will see when I get in there now go.” I said laughing he was crazy.
                  He finally went inside and I waited about ten minutes I really didn’t want to get bad luck. I got out of the car and Rick walked up to me. Now I didn’t know where he came from but he looked a mess. I hadn’t seen him in years and I definitely hadn’t talked to him. Every since the day he stood me up at the McDonalds.
                 “Hey Denesha.” He said.
                  “Hey Rick long time no see.”
                  “Yeah I had to get myself together he said.”
                  Shit I don’t know what he call getting his self together but he looked a mess. I think he was on drugs because he kept sniffing his nose and messing with it.
                  “Oh okay well nice seeing you.” I started to walk away. He grabbed me.
                  “Wrong bitch. This is the wrong day to see me.” And that’s when I noticed the knife.
                  “Rick what the fuck is wrong with you? What you gone do with that knife.”
                  I felt scared I had never felt so scared in my life. I had four kids by myself I had been a single mother, I had my heart broken, I had been a stripper, I had been in love, I had lived was it really my time to die?
                  “You took both my men away from me. That little thug you about to marry killed my Aaron and bitch you took Vince from me. You think I’m about to let yall live happily ever after? Fuck that bitch today is your day to die.”
                  And he stabbed me right in my chest. The pain was horrible. I instantly grabbed my chest. I guess my phone must have pocket dialed Q because as I hit the ground and I heard gunshots.