Free Cutting Loose by Jayson Dash Page B

working and one of her
“customers” came to the house and tried to talk Sabrina into prostituting. All
she had to do was kick him in balls and that taught him.
    Her mother was taking again. “God has
truly blessed me.” She placed her hand on Sabrina’s and said, “Honey, I am so
glad and fortunate that you didn’t stray and live the life that I had to. And I
hope that someday you will have your own saving grace. You do believe in love
right? Even after the crap you had to go through with Carl?”
    Sabrina thought about it for a second.
And honesty, she didn’t even know how to respond without telling a lie. Carl
was a sorry excuse for a man and she wasn’t going to let him ruin her
perception of men. He took her kindness for weakness and she knew eventually,
Karma was going to bite him in the ass.
     “I guess I do,” said Sabrina quietly.
“Carl is only one man, right? There will be others.” Like Brett, she thought.
     “You are right about that.”
    By the time dinner was finished, Sabrina
had completely lost her appetite. It was mostly due to the fact that she
couldn’t stop thinking about Brett. Her mother triggered something inside of
her that made her question her own judgment and the way she had been going on
for the past few months without Carl. She was stronger without him and she damn
sure wasn’t falling apart without him.
     Yes. She was stronger without him in
her life, making her believe that because he was the man in the relationship
that he got to call all the shots. Hell to the no.
    Even though the food looked and smelled delicious,
she made a plate and picked at her food, taking a few nibbles her and there
just to keep Dorothy from hounding her with questions. Camille had the nerve to
ask her if she had an eating disorder. Funny she should joke about a disease
that she struggled with firsthand; sticking her finger down her throat just so
she could be thin enough to look like the other rail-thin girls back in high
school. Completely unnecessary and pathetic.
    She ignored Camille and made herself a
plate to go. Once dinner was over, it was such a relief that Sabrina was free
to go home and back to her own world.
    It wasn’t until she was cruising along
the highway on her way back home that she heard a song on the radio that
inspired her to stop being such a procrastinator and give Brett a chance. All
in all, she was tired of her mother complaining about how good of a man Carl
was and being compared to Camille’s dating lifestyle. She’d finally had enough
and decided she was going to make it her mission to call Brett and go out on a
date with him, no matter how much it scared her to death.
     
     
    Chapter Eight:
    Winner Takes All
     
    It started out like any other normal
week but it was anything close to it. Maybe it was the refreshing start she had
ever since she realized she was ready to go on a date with Brett, despite that
fact that it had been a while since she went on an actual date. When Brett
called her up out of the blue she felt a mixture of emotions building up inside
her, most of all it was the anticipation of knowing that she was no longer
going to spend nights alone in her bed pleasuring herself to sleep to some
fantasy that was never going to become reality.
    She had to admit that she was also
scared. Sacred that for once in her life she was going to do things the way she
wanted to do, not the way her mother thought they should. That’s exactly why
things went wrong with her and Carl; listening to her mother’s mouth instead of
instead of following her own mind and her own heart.
    Sabrina didn’t want to waste her time
moping around like a sad puppy. She figured he would call her when he was
ready. So she found herself at home on a lonely Wednesday night munching on
leftover spaghetti from the night before, sitting in front of the TV watching
reruns.
    She was caught off guard completely when
the phone rang and made her jump a little. She figured it was either Larissa