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Jessica Tilles Online
Category:
Drama
Publisher: Xpress Yourself Publishing
ISBN-10: 0972299017
Type: Fiction
Pages: 389
Copyright: September 2004
ISBN-13: 9780972299015
Meet four sisters who are all going through the normal ups and downs of life. Well, not quite the every day repetitive trials and tribulations, but more like complete chaos, confirming that no one is excluded from seeking around-the-clock professional help.
Like most sisters, Free, China, Jade and Maya had always been close, until they grew up; following their own dreams that pulled them in different directions. unfortunately, their lives did not turn out to be the fairytale lives they once dreamed of having. Can the bond between sisters be broken or strengthened? Find the answer in In My Sisters' Corner.
Excerpt
All hell is about to break loose.
Jonah uses his key to blow through the apartment like the Tasmanian Devil, throwing shit everywhere and overturning furniture. We meet eye-to-eye. The coldness in his eyes sends chills up and down my spine. “What happened to you last night, girl?” he spews in a southern drawl, enunciating every word. He lowers his head while his eyeballs roll up toward his brow. A satanic smile spreads across his full lips. This bastard looks like the one who flew over the cuckoo’s nest. Like a vulture, he starts encircling me, sizing up his prey.
“I was unavailable,” I stutter, biting down on my bottom lip, causing a tear. I lick my lips nervously, tasting the fresh, salty blood.
His expression holds a note of mockery. “Yeah, I gathered that much.”
“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again,” I plea, backing myself against the wall, fear and anger knotting my insides.
His tall figure stiffens. “You damn right it won’t happen again,” he snarls, temper flaring.
Jonah’s temper, when crossed, could be almost uncontrollable. Fear of my fate weakens my body. Like a rag doll, he grabs me by the throat and slams my head against the wall. A sharp pain shoots from the back of my head to the front, bringing on a serious migraine.
“The next time you miss an appointment, girl, I will put my foot up that pretty lil’ ass of yours,” he bellows, leaning in close. His liquor-drenched breath blows like the Sahara across my cheek. “You hear me?” he barks, ready to attack my jugular. The stench coming from the bowels of his stomach is foul and making my stomach gurgle.
“Yeah, I got it.” I gulp hard as the hot tears flow down my cheeks.
Jonah releases his grip, takes a step backward and lightly fingers a loose tendril of hair away from my brow. The toothpick dangling from his bottom lip is held in place by dried saliva. He looks me up and down as though I am on an auctioning block and he’s making a bid. “You know you gotta be punished for makin’ Jonah look like a fool in front of his client.” He turns his back on me and walks toward the black marble and brass dining room set that I found at one of those posh Beverly Hills secondhand shops. Jonah carries himself with a conceding air of self-confidence. With his back to me, he clears his throat. “Now you know we can’t have that.” He looks over his shoulder at me while making sucking noises with the toothpick between his teeth. “You know what I mean, Maya?”
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