The Women's Club: Forgiving Rachel

By C F Lacy

Kimberly Turner is her own worst enemy. She is smart, creative, and beautiful, but doesn’t quite know her full potential. She never finishes anything she starts, thrives on excuses, and sabotages her relationships. She yearns to do something that will propel her into a promising career, but lacks the confidence or the motivation to do it. Kimberly meets her neighbor, Dominick De Bias, who invites her to an elusive private club. The two become lovers and Kimberly is happy for a while. It’s not long before her doleful behavior resurfaces and threatens to wreck the relationship. Dominick gives her a heavy dose of truth, and Kimberly must finally come to terms with her past to move forward. It’s a change she must make before she can ever be invited to join “The Women’s Club.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: C F Lacy
• Release date: Mar 1, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311795953

C F Lacy

C.F.Lacy is a Los Angeles based writer of the offbeat short story series, “The Women's Club.”“The Women's Club” peeks into the lives of club members revealing unmentionable desires, hidden secrets, and human frailties. Lacy's tales reign with self help elements and surprises with blushing erotic tones.When not writing, she enjoys spending time with her daughter and husband of twenty-three years. She loves to read biographies and is presently catching up on Orange is the New Black, The Gilmore Girls, and Breaking Bad.

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CHAPTER ONE

I Got a Bad Feeling…

When I wake up this morning I have a bad feeling. Funny, I always think it’s so cheesy in Star Wars when Hans Solo says, I got a bad feeling about this repeatedly throughout the movie, and now these same words seem to be the soundtrack in my head. I can’t explain it. I just know that something is going to happen and it isn’t good.

I stumble out of my bed around six something. I can’t tell you the exact time because I can’t find my glasses and it’s hard to see without them. I bang my toe against the metal wheel on the leg of my bed. As the pain rushes over me, I don’t scream, but a tear manages to slip out. Maybe this is the end of the paranoia. I limp to the bathroom and sit down on the toilet to pee. I close my eyes and try to relax. Suddenly, my cell phone rings. It’s early! Who could be calling at this hour? I’m on the west coast; maybe it’s Dad or Lauren. Wisconsin is two hours ahead. Do I really want to get the phone? What if somebody died? This is silly; maybe it’s good news. Maybe it’s my temp agency calling with an assignment. No, it’s too early. If I don’t get a job soon I’m going to be in serious trouble. My phone finally stops ringing and seconds later I hear a special tone to inform me a message is waiting. I don’t move from my throne. I have finished peeing, but dread hovers over me. The phone rings again. I rush off the toilet not bothering to wipe, pulling up my panties and running despite the escalating pain in my toe. Something is wrong. I reach my phone; Lauren’s face is blinking on my cell and I hit the button to answer.

What’s wrong? I ask.

Why didn’t you pick up your phone? she asks, sounding irritated.

Lauren, what’s wrong?

Mom ran away from Mendota.

And there it is…I knew something bad was going to happen. It’s been like that my whole life. My sister claims it’s my negative thinking. Lauren has always been upbeat and optimistic. Everything is positive this and positive that. I love her, and I’m glad she’s happy, but I wonder why it is that I’m the one with all the bad luck. She has the perfect husband, the perfect child, and they all live together in a little perfect house—like a fucking fairy tale. It’s not fair!

Are you serious?

Yeah…the hospital called twenty minutes ago. They think she’s been gone all night. I’m worried about her safety.

I listen to her go on about her disappearance, but I don’t know what to say.