Exhale 1 & 2

By BlaQue Angel

**BONUS FEATURE*** PART 2 INCLUDED
Butterfii Fields has been through it all in her young life from watching her teenage mother being physically and mentally abused to being impregnated by her own father. She has been raped, tortured and abused. She no longer trusts anyone but the siblings who endured the same abuse as her. The years of abuse have led the fragile Butterflii to commit the ultimate crime... murder.
She is deemed mentally unstable and her crime lands her in the infamous mental hospital St. Elizabeth’s in S.E. Washington, DC where she meets the only person she feels she has a connection to, Georgia Marks.
Georgia is the complete opposite of Butterflii, she is beautiful and smart and seems to have everything under control, except one thing...her drug problem. Georgia battles her own demons which stems from a past of her abuse of the drug, Love Boat, that runs rampant through the DMV streets at an all time high.
Her addiction to the powerful drug LB, the death of her brother Emilio accompanied by a heist gone wrong, places Georgia in St. Elizabeth’s along with Butterflii when they decide being locked up in St. Elizabeth’s is something they can no longer withstand.
Together, they break free from bondage and develop something they have never felt for anyone...love. The two girls embark on a journey to find themselves and make a way to survive in a world that has shunned and turned its back on them, only to find that the bond they thought could never be broken will be, by a twist of fate, that will devastate the unsuspecting Butterflii who refuses to forgive.

Exhale II: A Sister's Love
Life for the Fields women ain’t never been no crystal stair. Touche and Shyra Fields were abandoned by their mother and repeatedly victimized at the hands of their father. They witnessed a world some could hardly imagine, let alone live through.
After the death of their sisters Butta and Reese, the youngest women of the Fields Family find themselves being bounced around through group homes and foster care until Touche is finally of age to be free of her past.
She makes an attempt at finding out who murdered her sisters, but because of her uncontrollable temper, Touche’s plans go horribly wrong one week before she's released from the same system she feels failed her.
From the man suspected of the death of her two older sisters, to her mother who abandoned her and her siblings, Touche is on a path of self-destruction and is willing to take the chance of losing her freedom and her life to finally be able to Exhale.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pink Angel Publications
• Release date: Dec 17, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370873944

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FADE 2 BLAQUE INK PRESENTS

EXHALE

&

EXHALE 2: A SISTER’S LOVE

By

BlaQue

Copyright 2016 BlaQue

Published by:

Fade 2 BlaQue Ink

Washington, DC

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Chapter One

There wasn’t too much in my young life I was proud of. My father wasn’t there when I was born and when he finally showed up in my life, Andre Fields was too busy getting high and liquored up, along with whooping my Momma’s ass to even make an attempt at playing daddy. He liked to beat on my momma so badly that I knew he was going to fuck around and kill her. It might have been best if he would have done it while she was pregnant with me and did us all a favor. It would have saved us the trouble of ever having to live a life as fucked up as this!

My mother had me at 13 and you can imagine what kind of life that had to be. I was a baby being raised by a baby. She was young and too dumb to know my once well-dressed, employed daddy would turn into a monster.

From what my granny tells me, my momma was a fast ass little girl who didn’t know anything about raising a baby and messed around and got knocked up. Once she got pregnant with me, that was it.

My mother had me on my granny’s kitchen floor. What a way for someone to enter the world. She hadn’t had the proper prenatal care required to know that she was in labor and didn’t make it to the hospital in enough time to have me.

My mother didn’t know much about anything and cursed me with the name I was stuck with and teased about to this day, Butterflii Fields. She said she named me that because, one day, I would be pretty and she wanted me to be named after something she thought was beautiful. The nurse tending to Momma in the hospital had told her my name was as close to beauty I was going to get. Unfortunately, I was anything but beautiful, which made life even worse for me. My name contradicted everything I really was. I was an awkward child who grew up to be, not only awkward, but ugly and weird as well. I had my father’s strong features and it wasn’t a good look.

My Granny was nice enough to let us stay in her rundown, over-occupied home to collect the food stamps and the welfare checks until right after my momma had me. Granny already had her own babies she was raising. There was no way she was going to have another one to raise. I was two months old and out of the door. My mother and I went after my momma tried to get slick and steal money from Granny. The money was most likely Momma’s from her welfare, but Granny would take all of money, but leave enough for Momma to buy me pampers.

Granny was selfish and wouldn’t give a soul shit if she could help it. Maybe that’s why Momma was a thief! If she didn’t take what she needed and wanted, Granny was never going to give it her. Granny and Momma never got along.

Momma ran straight to my no good ass father who wasn’t looking for anything but tender, young pussy. He wasn’t prepared to provide and play daddy to a 13-year old that had a baby, whether it was his or not! That was not in the plans.

Andre Fields was 23 and liked life just as it had been. He was well dressed and had the reputation of having a tongue like velvet, silky and smooth enough to woo the most unsuspecting female if she didn’t know what to look for. He stood 6’3", 245 pounds, and was all muscle. He would go to work and make his money at his construction job that he had had since leaving high school. Andre would come home on most days, drink his liquor, and toot cocaine until he was numb. His days were simple in his eyes until Momma showed up with me wrapped tightly in her arms and tears streaming down her face, claiming she had nowhere else to go.

He wasn’t thinking about the fact that she wasn’t educated, didn’t have a job, and didn’t have any plans of doing anything for herself. She was looking for someone to take care of her baby because she didn’t know how. The only things she knew about raising a baby was what Granny had taught her and that wasn’t much. Momma had nothing to contribute because she was a child herself. She was just live-in pussy that had better comply with Andre’s demands or find somewhere else to go.

Bria didn’t want to be like Granny who had several baby daddies and no help from any of them. Instead, my momma settled for her one baby daddy that beat her like a punching bag, amongst other things.

When Momma realized that she had left the frying pan and jumped right into the fire, it was far too late. Andre was no better than Granny and Momma was forced to make her own way. She stole whatever she could whenever she could from him, causing him to do what he knew best, drink, get high, and then retaliate against her for stealing from him.

He would come home on Fridays, shower, get dressed, and head to the local bar to get pissy drunk. He would come home, find out Momma had dipped in his stash that he thought he kept well hidden in the back of the pantry in the kitchen. He figured Momma didn’t cook anyway, so what would she be doing in there? He would find out after he had semi-sobered up that she had hit him up and would go on the warpath.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I don’t think any woman deserves to be beat, but I could never understand why Momma was never strong enough to just leave. Instead of taking the ass whooping in exchange for a place to stay, she could have just left. She stuck around, taking his abuse like her young life depended on it. In the beginning, the police invaded our apartment every other night to break up their fights. Then, it turned into them showing up, threatening to haul Momma off to jail if she continued to make prank calls to the police. They said the police had real crimes to solve. They were getting sick of responding to calls coming from our address just to have Momma and Andre reconcile and then they would be back at it all over again the very next night. Then, the police just wouldn’t come at all. At some point, the police just stopped coming, but the beatings never stopped.

They would tear through our little apartment, tearing everything apart, fighting one another. The fights were never fair. Daddy was always the undisputed heavy weight champion and beat Momma until she would be black and blue, begging Andre for mercy. He would follow up the ass beatings he served up with more liquor, cocaine, and then, more abuse.

For most people, getting drunk and high would make you slow and uncoordinated. My father seemed like the liquor and drugs powered him! He would act like an animal. The beast would come alive when he was tanked. Andre Fields was a monster in every sense of the word! There was nothing too treacherous for him to do to Momma.

I remember one ass whooping when I was only six years old. Momma was up to her normal tricks. She was accusing my father of running around with every broad in our too close for comfort government housing project. Knowing my father, with this slick tongue and neat appearance, the bitches thought he was a catch. They never knew there was a monster lurking inside of him fueled by his vices, liquor and cocaine.

Momma waited until he was good and drunk. He was seated on the worn down couch with his feet propped on the coffee table trying to sober up enough to get up and use the bathroom.

Andre, I heard about you and Nikki from over in building 203, Momma said. She had her hands planted firmly on her newly developed hips. She was standing there, ready for the confrontation. She had hyped herself to believe that she had the upper hand and that this time would be different.

Awww Bria, get out of here talking that crazy shit, he slurred, trying to get himself together. He had no idea my momma was on a mission and thought she stood a better chance of winning the battle while he was inebriated out of his mind.

Momma refused to move and I could see this standoff wasn’t going to end well. I stood in the doorway of my bedroom, clutching my teddy bear while watching the entire exchange.

Nigga, you are gonna stop disrespecting me. Don’t you know people talk and I hear about everything you have been doing with these scandalous project bunnies? Cheryl-Anne told me she saw you and Nikki’s nasty ass leaving the bar, arm and arm, Momma screamed.

You’re out taking care of her when me and your baby are in here damn near starving to death! Have you looked around this house? There ain’t shit to eat. There ain’t nothing here but your booze and I can’t give that to Butterflii, Momma said, getting Andre stirred up.

That bitch, Cheryl-Anne, doesn’t know what she thinks she saw. I think you better drop this issue unless you really want a problem, he threatened.

Momma crossed her arms across her heaving chest and stood firm.

If you can fuck around, so can I! Maybe I will find someone better than your limp dick ass out here who can be a real man and take care of me and my daughter, she said, rolling her neck in true, ghetto girl fashion.

Oh, Momma was really feeling herself this time. She was on fire and from an outsider’s view, it may have looked as if she had the upper hand. She even looked tough and ready for war this evening.

I never understood what Momma was saying, being that I was six, but I knew it was wrong. The way Andre reacted when the words left her mouth let me know Momma had