David Lee: The Blood of "My Will"

By Kimberlie K. Hunt-Hill

David Lee The blood of "my will" is an adventure packed, and inspirational book about family and relationships. David Lee takes a look into what most teenagers grow up subjected to in today's peer pressures. David Lee uniquely shows how people of faith still fall into the tragedy's and mishaps of today's world. Three best friends struggle to make a connection between the God their parents praise and the God they can't see. A father who ignores his son only to hide behind his love of God, a mother left to raise her children alone due to a murderous husband, and a man of God who cant decide if he can be committed to only having one woman in his life while his wife drifts into depression. Three families, and three teenage best friends, who are left to wonder the streets of the big city hungry for adventure and starving for attention. Adultery, sibling rivalry, and drugs and alcohol all make up the chemistry of David Lee The blood of "my will". Deception and murder leads to a point where one must choose to turn their faith to God, or fall further into the cycle of vengeance, death, and hate.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Mar 17, 2011
• ISBN: 9781456735142

Kimberlie K. Hunt-Hill

Kimberlie Hill has been writing for over 25 years. Kimberlie has been Published as a Poet in a few poetry books over the years. She has won first place in several Poetry contests. Kimberlie has personally experienced the trials and tribulations that most people struggling to find answers in life will fall victim to. For the past approximate two years Kimberlie has lived clean and Sober in Wichita Kansas after a 25 year addiction to drugs and alcohol. Her mission is to show people that there is hope at the end of the road. David Lee, The blood of "my will" is the first of 5 books that Kimberlie has to offer. Kimberlie has a genuine compassion for people and life. Her answers lye in faith and in showing how faith can save and heal. What a compeling read. "David Lee" offers an inside view of the life of 3 teenage boys during one summer in small town Kansas, which probably is not much different than life in a small town close to a metropolitan area in any state. Over the summer, their experiences lead these teenagers from boys to young men by teaching them that negative actions can lead to severe consequences. As you travel with these boys through this particular summer, you are given a glimpse of their reactions as well as the reactions of their families. The lessons they learn, the changes made, and their relationships with both family and friends. Sue Pinkston

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INTRODUCTION

Are you nervous? my mother asked as she straightened out my tie for the third time in the last five minutes. Nah Ma’, I’m just glad I’m here to do this today. I could hear my words repeat themselves back to me in my head over and over again. Reminding me of what I was so thankful for. My mother’s name is Annette Hunter. She stands about 59’ and weighs a little over 150 Lbs. My father is the great John Hunter, otherwise known as Steele, he stands about 63’ and weighs about 320+ lbs of his own. He has muscles that you can see cutting through his shirts. He was a boxer in his younger days and looks as if he would have no problem at all boxing now. My mother walked out of the room and left me to reflect on what was about to happen. I could not believe I was here, not me! I looked into the mirror with one last glimpse of sorrow, of all the pain and trouble I had caused over this summer. With the dagger stuck in my heart of one fatal mistake I will never be able to take back, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and turned to carry through with a promise I swore to do with the blood of my best friend.

David Lee

CHAPTER 1

(Three months earlier)

MY BED WAS SO comfortable. I did not want to get up. It was Sunday; I thought people weren’t supposed to do anything today but rest. "That’s what I’m going to do," I thought to myself, as I pulled my pillow over my head to seal out the light that had invaded my room. My mother must have read my mind at that exact moment, because she came storming into my room demanding I get out of the bed and get ready for church. She is a little woman. She even keeps her haircut short, fashionably displayed with big earrings. My mother’s family is all spread out. I don’t know many of my family members from her side of the family. They all live in different states and calling on the phone from time to time does not seem to be their strong point. My mother is longing for another child but my father thinks they should wait one more year. My mother has a very large family but no family ties. She insists she will form a family bond within her own family she creates.

I pulled the covers over my pillow-coated head, all the while wondering if punishment would be half as bad as going to church. Suddenly I sprang from the bed like a jack in the box when I heard the cry of the steps from my father slowly dragging up the stairs towards my room. I quickly yelled out I’m up Dad! attempting to ward off the beast master. He held the regional heavy weight championship for 5 years straight. My father is a very determined man. He insists to have the respect and obedience of his household at all times. I stood in front of the mirror as I did every day, staring at my chest in search of a sign of manhood. I had not grown any chest hairs or facial hairs yet. That is when it hit me, THE THING. We had some business to take care of today and I needed to get moving. I sprinted for the shower, washing as if I had a two-minute time limit.

Quickly I was dressed and dashed for the phone. Hello! A whinny voice answered on the other end. Sup? Kenny ‘round?, I asked. Maybe, the squeaky box said back to me. Put him on the phone Kendra. I responded with my irritated voice. Okay…KENNETH!!! she yelled, Peanut wants you on the phone." Kenneth was my best friend. He stood about 5foot 8inches tall and was thin. He wore his hair in an afro that he has refused to cut for over 6 months now. He has thin squinty eyes and dimples like a baby.

There were three of us that hung out. I related better to Kenneth because we were almost alike in every way. The only difference between us was that my father was still in the picture and his was in the penitentiary pulling life. Kenneth was soft spoken, never showed emotions of love or hurt. He always kept a tough appearance of himself to everyone. Our other partner was named Vince. Vince grew up on the block with us so we adopted him into the group. Vince was shorter than both of us were. He stood about 5 feet 5 inches. He dressed in casual wear all the time. Vince was a growing Christian; he was active in youth groups and always tried to talk his two hopeless friends into going to church more. We saw each other all of the time in and out of school. All our parents were connected one way or the other. Kenneth’s mom and my mom were best friends. Vince’s father and my Dad were best friends. To seal the whole deal, everybody is members of the same church together.

Kenneth and I talked for a minute, going over the details of whom, what, when, and where of our special project we had in the making. Now all we needed to do was come up with a plan to get out of going to church. I ran downstairs and told my mom that we needed to study for a major test in History tomorrow and needed to study today, all day. I landed the lie with a road trip Kenneth and his family would be taking later that day, limiting our time. I told the story so fast it sounded like I was reciting a well-put together lie! As usual, my mom came back at me with You know Peanut, one day you’re going to be the first one running to go to church. You can lie to me, but you can’t lie to God. I don’t know if she was done or not, but I kissed her on the cheek, thanked her and ran out the back before beast master could ruin it.

I almost could have patted myself on the back for that big one I told today, since school is not out yet for another two weeks. I walked down the quiet street of Walnut as fast as my feet would go. We lived in a small town called Richardson, right outside Kansas City, Mo. It was not an old western day town, but not a city by far. It was only a quick twenty-minute drive or so to the city life. Many people from the city spent quite a bit of time out here. A break from the KCPD’s finest was the reason. Police were not seen out in our parts too much, all of their time and attention was aimed at the everyday crime that Kansas City so often had going. We used to live in the heart of Kansas City, but when our next-door neighbor was shot standing outside his house one day, my father decided it was time to move. Mr. Smith was a nice person. He never bothered anybody, and always spoke no matter when or where you saw him. He was outside in the front yard one day preparing to barbeque for his son’s 16th birthday. He heard the screeching of car tires and before he could turn all the way around to see where the awful noise was coming from, the sound of gunfire exploded and he fell to the ground. Two hours later the police managed to catch the people responsible by the description of the car my father was able to give to the police. When the paper published the arrest and confession of the three people found in the car, it was written that the shooting was senseless and gang related; the initiation was to kill someone. Mr. Smith became collateral damage to these guys. The youngest one of the three was sent to juvenile hall for two years and released. The accused shooter was only 15 when he went in. So moving out to the country two years ago made my father feel like he was removing me from the pressures of joining gangs