Revelations

by Latrese N. Carter

Genres: African American; African American Urban

Synopsis

Jewel Winters, a 24-year-old single mother, has had her fair share of trials and tribulations. Since childhood, she's had to battle with her verbally abusive, alcoholic mother. Now, as a young adult, she's barely making ends meet, lacks self-esteem, and regrets not pursuing higher education. But in spite of her many hardships, Jewel is making an effort to live a fulfilling life. That is, until she's hit with the realization that her long-term boyfriend may not be the father of their three-year-old daughter. The aftermath of this revelation leads to a tragic accident, which sends Jewel on a downward spiral. Revelations is a poignant tale about a young woman who aspires to overcome the many obstacles that cross her path. Will Jewel prevail over the effects of behaving badly? Will she heal from past hurts? Will she open up her heart to be loved again? Lies, secrets, treachery, forgiveness, and triumph are at the forefront of this story with many twists and turns.

Release date: July 1, 2012

Publisher: Urban Renaissance

Print pages: 304

Sample

May 2007

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Ms. Jewel Winters . . .” Startled by the sexy, deep baritone voice, I wondered who was calling my name in the produce section of Giant Food while I was squeezing peaches to detect their firmness. I slowly turned around to see who was interrupting me while I was getting my squeeze on. As I looked into the eyes of the man who called my name, I was stunned to see that the honey brown-skinned man was a blast from my past. “Th—Th—Thad, is that you?”

“Yes, Jewel, it’s me.” He leaned in to hug me. “How have you been?”

“I’m doing well, and you?”

“You sure are doing well. Girl, you still look as fine as you did when I last saw you, what, four or five years ago.”

I chuckled as I remembered the last time I had seen Thaddeus Bryant. It was four and a half years ago, to be exact. I had just cursed him out for lying to me about having a girlfriend. Needless to say, I was none too pleased when I got a telephone call from an irate woman claiming that I had been screwing her man and, if I didn’t stop, she was going to beat me down. I recalled reading him the riot act and telling him to get to steppin’ because I was through. A few months later, I heard through the grapevine he had enlisted in the United States Army, and was stationed at Fort Jackson, South Carolina.

Now, I was standing here in Giant, trying not to salivate over this fine specimen of a man, who I had cursed out some four years ago. The military must have been instrumental in creating such a muscular body, not to mention the closely shaven haircut, which, coupled with his light brown eyes, made me want to lay him on top of the fruit and straddle him. But I composed myself.

“Thanks for the compliment.” I blushed, thankful that I was still eye candy for him as well. “What are you doing in Baltimore? I thought you were in the Army.”

“I am, but I’m an active-duty college student enrolled at Morgan State University. I entered an Army program which allows me to go to college full-time and still receive an income. They pay for everything, but the catch is that I have to go to school all year long. If possible, they want me to do a four-year program in three years. I’m almost finished with my second year.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he rambled on about his life. Not just because he was handsome, but because I was becoming increasingly aware that he bore a strong resemblance to my three-year-old daughter, Morgan. As Thad spoke, my eyes traced the lines of his lips with a careful dawning awareness. The way his forehead sloped slightly, like the very forehead I kissed goodnight each evening. When he smiled, his left cheek revealed a dimple that was identical to Morgan’s. The roundness of his nose, in addition to the minor indentation in his chin, made me feel as if I was looking into the face of my offspring.

I started to sweat. This couldn’t be happening. I haven’t seen this man in four years! Now, all of a sudden, not only do I want to book a hotel room, but I’d been hit with the realization that he may be my daughter’s father. I’d always known there was a minute possibility that he could be, but I was only involved with him for a short time. I was also involved with Brett, who was my current boyfriend and just so happened to think that he was Morgan’s father. Damn!

I wondered if Thad could sense my nervousness, because he stopped talking and asked if I was all right.

“I’m okay. I think I’m coming down with something. I need to hurry up and get home. I don’t mean to be rude, but I’ve got to go.” I started to hurry past him when he lightly grabbed my arm.

He said, “Well, here’s my card. Call me when you’re feelin’ better. I’d like to catch up on what I’ve been missing for the last four years.”

That’s an understatement, I thought to myself. I took the card. “It was nice seeing you again. I’ll call you soon,” I said, and ran out of the grocery store.

I sat in the car and placed my head against the steering wheel. “This has to be a dream, or worse—a nightmare,” I kept telling myself aloud, but deep down I knew it was reality. Looking into Thad’s light brown eyes, my precious baby girl was most certainly looking back at me.

“Damn! Damn! Damn!” I said, while banging my head against the steering wheel.

What the hell was I going to do? For the past three years, Brett had raised Morgan as his child. He was the one who rushed me to the hospital when my water had broken. He was the one who cut the umbilical cord after she was born, changed her pampers, fed her at three and four o’clock in the morning, walked her when she was suffering from colic, soothed her when she was teething, introduced solid foods, helped her take her first steps, assisted with potty training, took her for immunization shots, paid for all of her birthday parties, and cuddled with her at bedtime to read a story before helping her to say the Lord’s Prayer. Brett was the only father Morgan knew, and Morgan was Brett’s reason for waking up each morning. So, how in the world was I going to tell him that we had to get a paternity test?

“Earth to Jewel. Earth to Jewel . . .” a co-worker said jokingly.

“Huh?” I mumbled, coming out of a daze.

“You haven’t heard a word I’ve said, have you?” He looked at me strangely.

“Sorry, John, I’ve got a lot on my mind. I wasn’t trying to ignore you. What were you saying?”

“I was saying that Mrs. Jones is in room three waiting for you to take her X-rays.”

“Okay, I’m right on it,” I said. I remembered that I needed to get myself together before my actions started affecting my job. I definitely didn’t need that.

I had been a dental assistant at Woodlawn Dentistry since right after high school. A husband-and -wife team owned the practice: Doctors James and Susan Wilner. They were really cool, down-to-earth doctors who gave me a chance when I was looking for employment after graduation. I’d received my dental assistant certificate after completing the dentistry vocational program in high school. I was then able to take the Dental Assisting National Board’s exam to become a CDA (certified dental assistant). I’d always dreamed of becoming a dental hygienist, but never took the time to apply to colleges to further my education. I took the SAT and had done fairly well, but I also struggled a lot through high school. Fearful that I wouldn’t do well in college, I simply never looked into it. I don’t think my parents, or school guidance counselors, thought I’d succeed either, because no one ever pushed me to pursue a higher education. So now, seven years later, at age twenty-five, I was still just a dental assistant making a measly twenty-four thousand dollars a year.

Although my co-workers often encouraged me to pursue my dreams of becoming a hygienist, I knew that I had a three-year-old at home to think about. Being realistic, I hardly thought that college was in my future.

I walked toward examination room three with the weight of the world on my shoulders. For the past three days, my thoughts had been consumed with Thad possibly being Morgan’s father. I hadn’t told anyone yet, especially not Brett. I didn’t know how I could explain it. I was too embarrassed and ashamed of myself to confide in anyone.

I walked into room three to begin the dental X-rays. “Good morning, Mrs. Jones. How are you?” I said to the dark-skinned, gray-haired woman that we affectionately called “the church lady.” She was given that nickname because whenever she came in for a dental visit, she always talked about God or her church.

“I’m blessed and highly favored, Jewel,” she said cheerfully. “I’m just here for a cleaning.”

I wished that I could share in her enthusiasm and her feelings of being blessed and favored, but my current situation just wouldn’t allow it.

“So, how are you doing, Jewel? Why the long face on this blessed morning?”

I smiled slightly. “I’m just tired this morning, that’s all.”

I really wanted to pour my heart out to her and tell her about my situation. Maybe she could pray for me, or something. I imagined the conversation in my head.

When I was twenty-one years old, I met a guy named Brett, and two weeks later, I met a guy named Thad. I was extremely attracted to both of them, and I couldn’t decide who I wanted to be with. So, instead of deciding, I dated both of them simultaneously. I guess I thought I was too good to be forced to make a decision. I thought just because I was the pretty brown-skinned girl with the long jet-black hair, almond-shaped eyes, and tight 36-26-36 body measurements, I was supposed to be living it up by letting both men cater to me. That’s right, Mrs. Jones! I thought I was doin’ the damn thing by having two guys take me to the movies, out to dinner, and buy me lavish gifts. I thought I was hot stuff by having both of them worship the ground I walked on and letting both of them send me to bliss during our sexual escapades.

But then Thad’s little hidden secret caused all of that to take a turn. Once I found out that he had a girlfriend, I had no problems dropping him like a hot frying pan and focusing on a monogamous relationship with Brett. Even though I was digging Thad, my feelings were always stronger for Brett, anyway.

Now, after four and half years of spending my life with Brett and three years with “our” daughter, Thad reappeared looking as if he had spit my daughter right out of his mouth. So, Mrs. Jones, tell me, do you have any advice for me?

I assisted Mrs. Jones back into the dental chair after completing her X-rays. She continued to ramble on about one thing after another, but I really didn’t care. I had bigger issues to deal with rather than listening to her talk about the church having a fish fry, or how the numbers in her grandson’s birthday came straight out in the lottery, or the new nail shop opening at Security Mall. I politely told Mrs. Jones that I had other patients to see and I’d talk to her later.

When I left room three, I looked down at my watch and noticed I had four more hours before quitting time. The day couldn’t be over fast enough. I needed to talk to somebody about this mess before I exploded.

My phone was ringing as I was driving home from work. I put my hands-free device in my ear. “Hello?”

My friend Kristen screamed in the phone, “Girl, I’ve got to tell you about my date with midnight-black Chauncey!”

“All I want to know is, was it good?” I joked.

“So, whatcha think, I’m some ho? Do you think I slept with him on our first date?” she asked, trying to sound offended.

“Of course, I do. Remember, I’ve known you all your life, so I know how you get down. So, I’ll ask again, was it good?”

Kristen screamed, “It was off the hook!”

We both laughed.

Kristen Adams had been my friend ever since I could remember. She and her parents moved next door to me when we were both three-years-old. We attended the same daycare center and elementary, middle, and high schools. She, following in my footsteps, didn’t attend college. Attending college was always part of Kristen’s dreams, until her life changed drastically when she was fifteen. Both her parents were killed in a car accident by a drunk driver on their way home from Ocean City, Maryland, where they had vacationed to celebrate their twentieth wedding anniversary. After their death, Kristen’s elderly, maternal grandmother became her legal guardian.

Unfortunately, her grandmother wasn’t in the best health. She suffered from hypertension, an illness causing high blood pressure, and couldn’t provide Kristen with the proper upbringing that a teenage girl needed. Amidst the struggles of not having parents, Kristen barely finished high school and never gave a second thought to attending college.

Two years after graduation, her grandmother suffered a stroke and passed away. Kristen, yet again, was distraught and left in this cruel world with no one.

Having helped take care of her sickly grandmother for two years before she died, she had taken a liking to working with the elderly. So, in honor of her grandmother, she decided to get a job as a geriatric nursing assistant in one of Johns Hopkins’ upscale assisted living homes for the elderly.

Kristen didn’t always have the best luck with men, partially because she didn’t have parents to school her on what to do and what not to do with men. It surprised most men when they met her and found out that she was single. They found it hard to believe that this Halle Berry look-alike didn’t have a man.

What they didn’t know was that Kristen’s not having a man had nothing to do with her looks, but everything to do with never leaving anything to the imagination, not to mention how she consistently gave up the booty on the first date. When we shopped for a night of partying, Kristen had to always buy the tightest, smallest, and lowest-cut outfit in the store. Some part of her anatomy had to be showing, no matter what she wore. Her motto was, “God gave it, so I flaunt it.”

Needless to say, I was always prepared to see her breasts, hips, thighs, or butt whenever we were together. She didn’t realize that all that flaunting of her anatomy and hopping in the sack on the first date was the reason she never got a second call from the men she “dated.” I was keeping my fingers crossed that one day she’d get the memo that read: “Men don’t respect women who are loose with the booty.”

Despite being a loose booty, Kristen was a really good friend. There had never been a time when I called upon her and she wasn’t there for me. Life-long friends were hard to come by, and I was truly blessed to have her in my life.

“I knew it!” I screamed into my cell phone. “I knew you did the nasty with Chauncey, and you had the nerve to try to sound offended when I asked you if you had.”

“Oh, go to hell. Girl, I’ve got to tell you all about it,” she said. “I think I may need to go to a chiropractor, because he put a hurtin’ on my back. Do you think Brett will mind you hangin’ out with Sheena and me tonight? I’ve got to tell you all about my night.”

The mention of Brett’s name brought me back to reality. Being all caught up in Kristen’s mess had allowed me to briefly forget about my problems. “No, Brett won’t mind. Besides, there is something I need to talk to you and Sheena about anyway. It’s been on my mind for a few days now, and I need to talk to someone about it.”

“Damn, Jewel, it sounds serious.”

“It is serious, and I need y’all to help a sista out. I don’t know what to do.”

“Well, I’ll call Sheena and ask her to meet us at Ruby Tuesday’s around seven tonight.”

“Cool. I’ll be there.”

“Hey, Jewel, whatever it is, we’ll get through this together. I hear the seriousness of the situation in your voice, but keep your head up. It’s going to be all right.”

“Thanks, Kris. I’ll see you at seven.”

After the call ended, I slowly pulled into the parking space in front of my apartment building. For the past few days, I hated seeing Brett and Morgan, especially interacting with each other. The two of them had such a special bond. I knew I had to tell him, but I couldn’t begin to find the right words. Hopefully, after having dinner with Kristen and Sheena, they’d be able to arm me with the words that could probably tear my family apart.

When I arrived at Ruby Tuesday’s, our regular hangout restaurant, I immediately spotted my other good friend, Sheena, sitting in the waiting area, talking on her cell phone. “Hey, Sheena. Is Kris here yet?”

She took her mouth away from the phone, rolled her eyes and said, “Now, you know Kristen is never on time for anything. I just called her five minutes ago, and she was just leaving out the door, so she’ll be here in a few minutes. You know Miss Thang always has to make an entrance.”

We both laughed. Sheena was right. Kristen was always late, sometimes fashionably so, other times downright ridiculously why-the-hell-did-you-even-bother-to-show-up late. But Sheena was always punctual and prided herself on that.

“Jewel, I’m talking to my boo real quick. I’ll be off in a second,” she said, acting like a lovesick teenager. Sheena Thompson, like Kristen, was like a sister to me. She and I had been inseparable since freshman year of high school. At the time, Sheena’s family had just moved to Baltimore from Tampa, Florida. Her father, James Thompson, had landed a job at T. Rowe Price, an investment management firm headquartered in Baltimore, so she wasn’t only new to the school, but new to the city and its climate. I remember running into her in the cafeteria in late October of our freshman year. She’d caught my eye because she was dressed as if it was still August. She had on a spaghetti-strap blouse, a mini-skirt, and thong sandals, while the rest of us had on jeans and long-sleeve shirts. It was at that time that I introduced myself, to find out why she was dressed as if it were still summertime. After the introductions, I learned that she was new to the area and hadn’t really adjusted to the cool October weather, nor had she purchased clothes for the fall season. I offered to show her around Baltimore and to accompany her to the mall to buy some new fall fashions. Sheena willingly accepted, and we’d been friends ever since.

Secretly, I envied Sheena, because she was a beautiful, dark-chocolate sister with a pretty smile. She was only five-one, but she had the attitude of a giant. Sheena was a very intelligent, goal-oriented, determined person, who always strived to do her best. I regret not following in her footsteps once we graduated from high school. She was adamant about a high school diploma not being enough, so she attended Clark Atlanta University and received her bachelor’s degree in social work. She then enrolled into Howard University to obtain her master’s in social work as well. Now, she was employed as a social worker at Johns Hopkins Hospital, and I was sure a Ph.D was in her future.

Sheena’s success hadn’t come easy though. During her sophomore year at Clark, her mother, Mary Thompson, who had always been a stay-at-home mom, was diagnosed with cervical cancer. Sheena was distraught when she initially learned of her mother’s illness and thought of leaving Atlanta to come home to be with her mother since she couldn’t focus on her studies. But her parents refused to let her give up her dreams. With their continued support, guidance, and encouragement, Sheena remained focused and determined to make her parents—especially her mother—proud.

I really admired what she’d accomplished in spite of it all, and deep down I wished I had her spirit.

“Hey, ladies. Sorry I’m late.” Kristen sashayed through the doors, wearing a cleavage-revealing black camisole, a pair of skin-tight jeans, and black stilettos.

I rolled my eyes. “Apology not accepted. You’re always late, and I’m hungry.”

Sheena finally ended her conversation with her boyfriend. “Yeah. We’ve been waiting twenty minutes for you to get here.”

“Oh, y’all two can kiss my tail. I’m here now, so stop crying,” Kristen joked.

Sheena walked over to the hostess and asked for a table for three in the non-smoking section. The hostess was able to seat us immediately, which was unusual on a Saturday night, but I guess, since we were regulars, we got special treatment.

Once seated, our waiter, Rich, introduced himself and asked if he could take our drink order. Sheena and I ordered kiwi lemonade, and Kristen ordered Hpnotiq martini. She was such a lush.

“So, how are my sistas on this fine evening?” Kristen asked.

“I’m doing great,” Sheena answered. “Nikko just told me that he got us two tickets to see The Color Purple on Broadway in New York. I am so excited. I’ve been dying to see it.”

“Dag, girl. I wish I could go with y’all. I wanna see that play too.”

“Well, maybe the three of us can plan a trip to New York this summer to see the play. I heard it’s worth seeing two and three times,” Kristen said.

“I guess. We’ll see,” I said in a monotone.

Kristen must have noticed my tone. “Jewel, girl, are you all right? You told me you had something heavy to tell us, but the look on your face tells me that it must be worse than I expected.”

“Something’s going on with you, Jewel?” Sheena asked.

“Yes, there is.”

“Well, what? Tell us. Maybe we can help,” Kristen said eagerly.

Just as I was about to explain all the sordid details about Brett, Thad, and Morgan, Rich came back with our drinks and asked to take our orders. We dined at Ruby Tuesday’s so much that we didn’t need to look at the menu. Sheena and Kristen ordered the all-you-can-eat salad, along with barbequed ribs, coleslaw and French fries. I ordered a bowl of broccoli-and-cheese soup. I really didn’t have an appetite.

Sheena looked at me with suspicion. “You’re only ordering soup?”

I didn’t respond. I just gave her a look of confirmation.

“Yeah, well, you need to tell us what’s going on, and quick, because something’s seriously wrong if you’re only ordering soup.”

“Okay, ladies, brace yourselves, because this is going to shock you.” I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and then slowly exhaled. “Brett may not be Morgan’s father,” I whispered.

“What!?” they both yelped in unison, puzzled looks on their faces.

“Y’all heard me,” I said, kind of pissed at their reaction. “Brett may not be Morgan’s father.”

“And when in the world did you have this revelation?” Kristen asked.

“Just a few days ago, when I was in Giant and ran into Thad.”

“Thad? Who is Thad?” Sheena questioned.

“Sheena, you remember sexy Thad that Jewel messed with briefly, but then found out he had a girlfriend and dropped him.”

“Vaguely. That must have been when I was away at Howard.”

“Well, yeah, that’s him. I was in Giant the other day, and I heard a familiar voice call my name. When I turned around, I was shocked to see it was Thad, since I heard that he was in the Army.”

Kristen asked, “Girl, is he still as fine as I remember him?”

“Yes, but I think he’s gotten even better-looking. The entire time I was talking to him, I wanted to throw him on top of the fruit and screw his brains out.”

Kristen squealed, and Sheena frowned at us like we were two sex-starved women.

“Anyway, we talked briefly, and as I listened to him talk, I not only inwardly lusted for him, but I started to feel like I was looking into the eyes of Morgan.”

“Get outta here,” Kristen said in a loud whisper.

“I’m not lying. I could have sworn I was looking into the face of my daughter. The realization scared me so badly, I made up a story about not feeling well, just so I could run out of the store. The thought of it makes me sick, but in my gut I know I’m right.”

“So you really think it’s a possibility that he could be Morgan’s father?” Sheena asked.

“Yeah, I do.”

“So what do you plan to do about it?” Kristen asked.

“That’s why I wanted to talk to y’all. I’m stressed out about this, and I don’t know what to do.”

Sheena looked at me. “Jewel, did you sleep with both Thad and Brett at the same time?”

“Unfortunately, I did. It was back when I thought I was queen of the prom and untouchable. Now I’m paying a heavy price.” Tears began to form in my eyes. I needed to cry, and I needed the shoulders of my dearest friends to help me through this.

When the waiter arrived with our food, I excused myself from the table and rushed toward the bathroom. Sheena and Kristen followed me.

Once we were inside, Kristen grabbed me and hugged me tight, while Sheena stroked my head.

“Jewel, I know this is tough for you, but you know we got your back,” Kristen said.

I pulled away from Kristen to wipe my eyes. “I know y’all got me. You always have and always will.”

Then Sheena lifted my head. “Look at me. I’m speaking now as a social worker, not just your friend. For the sake of your child, you need to find out who is Morgan’s real father. As your friend and an advocate for children, I will not allow you to walk around wondering who Morgan’s father is. It’s not fair to the father, and it’s not fair to her. So, we need to work out a plan as to how you’re going to inform Brett and Thad about this, and how to get each of you tested.” She paused and then said, “Now, let’s go back to our table and map this out. We’ve got to determine how to handle this in the best way possible, so that Morgan’s not privy to what’s going on.”

“We also need to map out how we’re going to keep Brett from kicking my ass when I tell him.”

“Well, then let’s go back to our table,” Sheena said, “order some more drinks—and I don’t mean lemonade—and figure out how we’re going to handle this.”

As we walked back to our table, Kristen whispered in my ear, “Damn, Jewel, you got Sheena drinking. You know your situation must be deep for her to be talking about getting her drink on.”

I chuckled, because she was right. Sheena rarely drank.

After eating her salad and having three Long Island ice tea drinks, Sheena said, “Let set this plan into motion.”

I didn’t know what Sheena had up her sleeve, but whatever it was, I hoped she included a coroner in her plan. Once I told Brett, he was going to murder me.

It was doomsday, a dark, cloudy, dreary day, although the sun was shining bright. The worst day I’d ever had in my twenty-five years on earth. It was the day I had planned to tell Brett that he may not be Morgan’s father, that the last three years of his life may have been a lie.

The initial part of Sheena’s plan was to get Morgan out of the house and take her to Sheena’s house to spend the night. The second part of the plan was to pray and ask God for guidance and the right words to say to Brett. Thirdly, I was supposed to cook his favorite meal and pamper him when he arrived home from work. Lastly, after we’d eaten dinner, I was supposed to drop the bomb on him and then run for cover.

“Give Mommy a kiss, Morgan. I’m about to go,” I said, standing to leave Sheena’s house. Morgan ran over, gave me a hug and a kiss, and said, “I love you, Mommy. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You be good for Auntie Sheena, okay? And I’ll have a big treat for you tomorrow when I pick you up.”

All I had to say was treat, and Morgan’s face lit up like a light bulb. She began jumping up and down, bouncing her long, flowing, two-strand twists, shouting, “What is it, Mommy? What is it?”

She was an easy child to please. I hated subjecting my child to this drama, for she truly didn’t deserve any of it. But, as much as I hated to admit it, her slender frame, caramel skin, and light brown eyes made her resemble Thad far more than she did Brett.

“You’ll just have to wait until tomorrow.”

“Aww, okay, Mommy. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“All right, Sheena. Thanks for everything. I’m on my way home to cook Brett’s favorite meal.”

With sad eyes, Sheena said, . . .