Flight to Ecstasy 2: (Gavin’S Revenge)

By The Hop & A. Huckaby

The good! The bad! Its got to be ugly when these two forces meet. There are heroes and villains and you decide which is which Who will win and who will lose everything! Our loving couple prepare for a bright future and without trying hurt everyone around them in some way! Are they the villain? Humm??Maybe! A man whos life has come crashing down in every way in a very short period of time. Can he be the hero? Again Humm?? Gavins revenge promises to intrigue you completely and will have you demand another chapter in this saga. Your wish will be our command!

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Aug 20, 2012
• ISBN: 9781477251812

The Hop & A. Huckaby

Areta Huckaby (A. Huckaby) and I The Hop have created fictional characters that will not just excite you with their storylines, but allow you to enter into their individual emotional motivation for their actions. We have given each character their own font to express themselves as only they can. Each indivdual character will help you understand them to a point that you will either love them or hate them depending on your individual perspective. Unlike many romance novels instead of writing the charecters from the 3rd person have and will continue to give you the charecters from the 1st person view. As you read you will become a part of our tale. Enjoy your journey!!!

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© 2012 by The Hop & A. Huckaby. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 08/14/2012

ISBN: 978-1-4772-5180-5 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4772-5179-9 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4772-5181-2 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2012913756

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Contents

Preface

Chapter 1 My So Called Life

Chapter 2 The Unstoppable Force

Chapter 3 The Immovable Object

Chapter 4 Encountering the Black Hole

Chapter 5 Reflections

Chapter 6 Event Horizon

Our Wedding Day Bliss

!!Special News Report!!

Preface

I (A. Huckaby) and my business Partner and co-author (The Hop) Kenneth Hopper would like to acknowledge, all of our family and friends; as well as our supporters of our first romance novel. We’d also like to thank the many others, who may have generated ideas for our book, or even just spoken kind words of encouragement, that motivated us to see this literary project through until the end. We cannot thank you all enough!!!

You have inspired us to write yet another literary work that consists of not only love and romance, but is a truly power packed thriller. Journey with us into our newest romance novel, which is a continuation of the first . . . We hope you enjoy our unique style of writing. We are absolutely positive that without a shadow of doubt, this story will create captivating visuals and will invoke emotionally stimulating and sensational imagery; as our story unfolds. There is love; betrayal; conflict; mystery and suspense.

If you haven’t read it already you must read our first book entitled: Flight to Ecstasy that is available for purchase on websites: Http://www.Amazon.com and Http://www.BarnesandNoble.com; in order to get the complete plot of the story from beginning to end. We humbly thank you all and hope you enjoy

Flight to Ecstasy 2, Gavin’s Revenge!

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An unstoppable force meets an immovable object and in the end the result is tragic! The unstoppable force being, the hate that the corrupted imagination; of a psychopath can produce when prompted by confusion. The immovable object being; the love two people have for one another. A love born in uniqueness and forged by withstanding the insurmountable odds it took for these two hearts to come together . . . What happens when these forces meet? Hard to say what will happen at the end of the story, so why don’t we find out together?

A man walks out of a building appearing somewhat disheveled and confused. His clothes were made of quality, but they clearly hadn’t been cleaned and ironed in a minute. His shoes were of the finest leather, but hadn’t been polished and looked worn, with no shoestrings keeping them on his feet properly. The sky overhead was gloomy as though it had been raining earlier and may rain again. The look on his face was of disgust and anger and if it weren’t for the quality of the clothes he had on his back, you would imagine him homeless and living underneath some subway station, somewhere . . . The one thing that would be perplexing about the whole scene to any onlooker; was the way he moved would leave one to believe, he was a man familiar with success, but clearly removed from any in a minute! Our story now begins . . .

Chapter 1

My So Called Life

Gavin:

As I walk out of the municipal building, I see it has been raining and is still very cloudy outside. Somehow I know that even, if it were a sunny day, my spirit would have been very cloudy. I’ve been locked up for two weeks until I could finally post $25,000 dollars bail for possession of narcotics. It turns out I’m still waiting for the grand jury decision as to whether or not I will be indicted for kidnapping that stupid bitch Maria. My life has come spiraling down since the moment I met her and I have no idea how. Before I met her, I had a great job, nice ride and an apartment, now I don’t know where my life is. I’ll just have to keep it moving. I need a hit!

Well I can’t go to work like this. I’ll go by the pad, get some breakfast and take a shower. I’ve got to go by the bank and get some cash, so I can get my car out of the impound lot and put my shit back into perspective. I’ve been through worse and come though it smelling; like a rose. I’ll get through this. I had vacation time, so I should be have enough money on hand to get my car out. Damn, $1,640.00 to get my ride out. I’ll be ok. As I walk slowly down the street, I notice the boy’s; standing on the corner. I just don’t have enough cash on hand, to pick up a piece of rock, but they all know I’m good for it. I walk pass and one of the guy’s says to me, Yo-Bro, you strait? I reply, I need a little credit to this afternoon. You know me, I’m good. I just got out and need to get to the bank. The guy looks at his partner and after receiving a nod, says to me, What you need? I say give me $100.00 worth. He pulls out six vile bottles and hands them to me. He then say’s sternly, see you this afternoon, one way or the other! I reply very tentative, Cool! As I continue to walk down the street I realize I have no idea, what my life has come to, but I’ll handle it as I’ve always done. Now I need to stop by the bank. I see a Bank of America on the corner and look for my ATM card in my wallet. It’s amazing how violated I feel, as I see it has been thoroughly searched through, by the officers at the jailhouse and things are not as they were when they took it from me. I get to the ATM machine and stick my card in for my balance and see only $340.00 available.

At that moment my heart drops, because I realize a paycheck is missing and for the first time it occurs to me that my job, may really be in jeopardy; behind this shit!!! I pull out all my available funds and head to the house. I’ve got to fix this shit! I feel my anger rising and the vision of that Maria bitch again; fills my spirit! I let it go and again try to focus on the mission at hand. I’ve got to get home, get a hit and go to my office. I got to get my car out of the impound, because every day it’s in there is costing me money. They must have made a mistake on my check or something. I got to take me a hit as soon as I get in my apartment!!! I walk down the street and although the sun seems to be breaking through the clouds, I still feel the deepest of despair in my spirit. My anxiety is building and I’m finding it hard to focus on the task at hand, because there are so many things the need to be done. Shit! My life’s a mess . . . A real mess!

I turn the corner and finally see my apartment building. The porch is clear and all the cars in the lot are gone, which suits me fine. I don’t have time to entertain any nosey ass neighbors; trying to get into my business. I walk up the steps and enter the building. I get to my apartment and there’s yellow tape across my door with a padlock on the door. The tape say’s crime scene—police barrier—to enter is unlawful. I’m feeling my anger rising, as well as my anxiety level. I have to talk with the landlord and get into my apartment. I walk up the stairs and knock on the building manager’s door. I can hear walking around the apartment, as well as a female laughing in the background. I begin to feel very defensive; because it seems to me they are talking about me. His door slowly opens and I can see he didn’t even bother to take the security chain loose. I see him peeping through the 2 inch gap and he asks me, Hey what do you want? His tone sounded so impersonal. I’ve known this man for two years and now he acts as though I’m a stranger. Humiliation adds to my list of uncomfortable feelings now and I react instinctively by pushing the door in. I say to him very sternly, I paid you for the rent and now I can’t even get into my apartment. I need to take a shower and get myself together. He looked frightened and I now I see he’s standing there naked as a jay-bird, dick semi-hard. I see a woman I’m familiar with, jump up from the couch, wiping her lips, as she bolts pass the door; where we are standing. He surely looked defenseless standing there with his dick now in his hands and said to me angrily, Look Gavin, there’s nothing I can do. The police were here for a week collecting evidence and said, no one is to enter or leave that apartment; until further notice! I look at him and the reality of my situation was becoming clearer. He then said, They said you kidnapped a girl and held her in the basement. I quickly replied, No man, that bitch was here with me, but because I wouldn’t play her game, she called the cops and set me up. The landlord looked somewhat pensive and then said, I know your down, so I’ll tell you what. Here’s the address of the other building I manage and here’s a key. I have a storage room that’s clean with a shower in it. You can go there and clean up. If you need to crash, I have an air mattress I can bring you later on. You look like shit, go and get yourself cleaned up." He hands me the key and closes the door abruptly. I can hear the woman in the apartment saying something, but I really couldn’t understand her through the locked door. The feeling of despair evolves into total gloom, but rather than beat myself up; I can only blame the bitch. MARIA!!!

Brooke:

Why does it seem like I’m in such a rut and life is passing me bye? Wow, I’m lying here on my bed thinking about, how all of my friend’s lives are more successful than mine. They’ve either got high paying jobs, or at least have a stable relationship. Now I’m here all alone and have a roller coaster relationship with my secret partner . . . Blair! I really desire a heterosexual relationship, but I’m so DAMN scared and angry at what my sick ass Uncle Bo did to me! I really need to rid myself of my past. It’s so fucking unfair, that I have to deal with these haunting feelings and I think it’s time my entire dysfunctional family; know the REAL DEAL! How did I end up here? Why was I left to be raised by a family member? Oh, well . . . let me take a quick nap and maybe I will feel better afterwards. (I drift off into a deep sleep . . . dreaming about my childhood and what took place in that secluded shack of a playhouse). I’m a little tea pot short and stout; here is my handle; here is my spout. I suddenly hear a know on the door . . . Bam! Bam!! Bam!!! Open up! Open up! Startled I ask sheepishly, Who—is—it? I hear a loud frightening voice reply, It’s me baby girl, Uncle Bo! I remember thinking to myself, Oh, N-o-o-What should I do? I remember what he did to me last time. He says in a fake comforting voice, I’ve got a sweet treat for my little lamb, but you have to open up first. I say reluctantly, OK, Uncle Bo what you got for me? Here I c-o-o-m-e Uncle Bo! (Skipping to the door).

I open the door and he pounces at me. He then grabs me tightly and says, Uh huh!!!! I got you baby girl!!! You fell for the oldest trick in the book! Now, come here to Uncle Bo! You want to play the same game we played last time? I reply terrified, No, Uncle Bo! I don’t like that game!!! Earlier me and Maria where playing in the woods, inside the play house and Maria promises me that she would return soon; and that she is only going home to retrieve her camera (She was intrigued with photographing nature);Therefore I was left to myself. Maria finally returns to the sound of horrible screams; coming from the playhouse, along with all the commotion. I see her sneakily get close enough to snap a picture of Uncle Bo; because she was tired of him abusing me. Maria then hollers loud enough for Uncle Bo to hear, I’m going to tell on y-o-o-o-u!

She watches Uncle Bo, scramble to get himself together and run out the door and through the woods. Maria stands silently in the doorway until Uncle Bo leaves sight. She then enters the playhouse and finds me huddled in a corner. My hair tousled and my clothing torn. She is in shock and I cry begging her to leave me alone.

Maria quickly explains to me, It’s me Maria, your best friend and if I can help it; Uncle Bo will never ever hurt you again . . . I promise! She crouches beside me and hugs me; wiping the pool of tears; flowing from my eyes. She then says, I’m going to make him pay! Guess what? I know what will put him away for good; once and for all! I got close enough to take a picture of him on top of you without him knowing. He’s an ass hole! I know he’s your Uncle, but none of my uncle’s would ever treat me that way. I yell out tearfully, He is an asshole Maria; I hate him!!! I will get you Uncle Bo . . . I will get you!!! (I awaken, drenched in sweat and a tear stained pillow). Oh my God! Out of all the horrific dreams, I could have had; why the hell did I dream about my sick bastard Uncle Bo?

Oh, well hell!!! I vowed to get even with him, if it’s the last thing I do and these are not idle threats; I WILL GET SWEET REVENGE!!! He did very little time in prison for what he did to me and now my life has been a shipwreck ever since. If I ever run into him again . . . that sick bastard is going to pay dearly!!! I AM GOING TO MAKE HIS LIFE A LIVING HELL! Well, I have been in the dumps long enough! Let me get my self-pitied ass up and find something more pleasant to do; to occupy my time . . .

S-o-o-o! My girl Maria and I are on the outs! Let’s see? Who else can I kick it with? I am really happy for Maria and Keith, but I must admit that I am jealous as hell of their relationship. Only, if I had someone that was really into Me like those two love birds are into each other. Either I need to seek counseling or confront my fears about relationships; in order to put my life into perspective. I am hesitant about facing my uncle again, but I know I’m bound to run into him sooner or later. He had better hope; that I just don’t run up on him and stab his sick, demented ass!!! Hum, not a bad idea! O-o-oh, no! It’s not going down that easy! I have to play it safe; very safe in order to set up the perfect opportunity to handle things my way . . .

Knock, Knock I hear a rapping on my door. I scramble to the door and peer through the peephole to see who is at her door. Oh, wow! I open the door and playfully say, To what honor do I owe you; to come visit me Ms. Maria? Come on in girlfriend! Please make yourself comfortable! I was just thinking about you! As she enters, I still feeling somewhat emotional about my dream, say to her, "If I’ve never told you before; I am so grateful I am for our friendship, I am very grateful . . . I was just lounging around, while trying to sort out some things from my past when I realized; you were there for me during my very low points in life, as well as my high points . . . Thank you Maria! (I embrace her very tightly)

U-u-h! I hear Maria asking me, Brooke! You okay? Girl, you act like you don’t want to let me go? Her body feels so soft and warm to me, I just can’t help myself. I begin to run my hands down Maria’s back side and I enjoy the feeling of her warm embrace and soft skin; as our bodies pressed tightly together . . . I lose myself in awe of how curvaceous Maria’s body is and become enticed with pleasure, as I gently cop a feel of her well endowed, soft, round ass . . . My tender juicy love box becomes wet with anticipation, when suddenly Maria pushes me back, saying in a shocked tone, What the fuck! Brooke are you crazy? What the hell was that all about? I reply in an uneasy voice, Oops girl I’m sorry!!! I just got a little carried away . . . My bad! But you do have a nice ass? Maria steps back seemingly confused and says, Brooke, are you trying to tell me something? (I’m still lost in the moment) Brooke, Brooke? My heart skips a beat and I answer impulsively, Well, u-u-h, No, well . . . y-e-e-s! Maria, listen I have to be perfectly honest. Yes, I am trying to tell you something! I’m gay!!! It’s something that I’m not proud of either, but I hope this will not change our friendship. Remember when I was little . . . oh well, never mind . . . anyway, some hurtful things have happened to me in my child hood and I have lost all trust in MEN, so I have secretly been on the down-low with my lesbian partner until recently. So now you have it?

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