Cayenne Peppa: A Novel

By Miss Trish

At only five years old, Cayenne's mother, who struggled with addiction, left and never returned. Papa Joe, who Cayenne wishes were her real father, raises Cayenne as his very own and spoils her tremendously. They were both happy. At nineteen, Cayenne met Jordan who could shower her with the material things in which she had become accustomed. In order to cope with Jordans precarious way of life, Cayenne tries drugs for the first time. Soon after, her very own life changes to one of addiction. Cayennes desire to get that next high leads to a traumatic assault against her. Because of this horrific attack, all those around her are consumed with thoughts of revengeespecially Cayenne.

Will Cayenne persevere? Or will she end up just like her mother?

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jun 28, 2013
• ISBN: 9781481770996

Miss Trish

Miss Trish is an avid writer, yet new author on the block.  Her writing style is simplified, yet rich with emotion.  This new author is not new to the writing game, as she's been blogging for 8 years. Writing has always been a passion of hers, and she hopes to engage you with her compelling fiction story telling. 

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Published by AuthorHouse 6/27/2013

ISBN: 978-1-4817-7100-9 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4817-7098-9 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4817-7099-6 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2013911645

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Acknowledgements

Introduction

Prologue

1     Where Is Mama?

2     How We Met

3     Spoiled Rotten

4     My First Time

5     All Caught Up

6     Little Invisible Leprechaun Babypowder People

7     Forgive and Forget

8     Glo

9     Ghetto

10   Good vs. Evil

11   Loss of Control

12   Dope-Fiend Jail

13   Making Things Right

14   Seeing Red!

15   Church

16   Peppa

17   Hunting

18   Best Friends

19   You Are NOT the Father

20   Warning Signs

21   Kryptonite

22   Chaos at the Comeon

23   Room 215

24   Room 115

25   Solo Movie Night

26   Truth Be Told

27   God Is Good All Thee Time

The Author

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

For my passion to put pen to paper, I am thankful to God. For without Him, I am nothing; and because of Him, I am me…The true me.

I would like to thank my mom, Betty Carter. Ma, you held it down and raised your four children never wanting for anything. This could not have always been easy; especially, in the earlier years. If it was difficult, we didn’t suspect it because we never, ever went without anything. I love you, Mama.

To my daddy, Bookie. Thanks for passing down the gift of gab. There is just something about that Griffin-Godfrey blood where we can just make things happen. I love you Daddy and I always have! R.I.P.

To my brother, Melvin. Remember I used to eat like a bird and nibble on my McDonald’s french fries? You and all of our cousins would fight over who was going to sit by me at Big Mama’s house because that lucky person would have a better chance of getting the big piece of my Big Mac? I would end up giving you the big part of my Big Mac no matter where you were sitting. Remember that? Thanks for being my biggest brother! To this day, I know you got my back and I can come to you for anything. I love you.

To my other big brother, Richard. Why did you used to fight and harass me so much when I was a little girl? Huh? I didn’t care if it made me tough. You used to send me to school with bruises, boy! You were the wrestler and I was the boxer! Lol. Remember I used to turn into the female Incredible Hulk and get super-human strength whenever you and Melvin would tickle me? Y’all thought that shit was funny. Well, guess what? That tickle-shit was never funny! There is absolutely nothing funny about being tickled! For all the torture I had to endure from you when I was a little girl, because you thought it would help me later on in life, I want to say thank you. Guys today think twice before even talking to me the wrong way because they know that you are only just a phone call away. I love you, Richard.

To my little brother, Big Domm. When you were born I was nineteen years old. You were my baby and I love you more today than I did when you first arrived. Look at you now! All grown up, in college, and headed in the right direction. I am super proud of you Big Domm. Keep doing your thing! I could not have asked for a better baby brother (hi daddy) Lol. I love you.

When my old computer crashed due to a virus, I was heartbroken. My original work of Cayenne Peppa was lost and frankly, I did not know how to start over. Nearly a year went by. Then one day, David W. utilized his magnificent Information Technology skills, and recovered my documents from that infested PC and put them all on a little red flash drive. (Which I still use today by the way). It had been a year; but, when I sat down and read those first sixty pages, just like that, I picked up where I had left off and continued writing sixty-one pages, sixty-two pages, sixty-three pages and so on and so on. Now here I am today. I am done with my first book. Thank you, Dave. You are validation that God puts people in your path for a reason. We may not understand it at the time; but, we all impact each other in some sort of way.

Thank you, Mrs. Hope L., for giving me the best feedback a writer could ask for. Your enthusiasm to see me succeed meant so much and that same enthusiasm kept me motivated. As a friend, it meant even more; because, you reminded me (many times) to keep my original ideas and to roll with what came to mind first; because, my initial ideas were usually my best ideas. Thanks Hopie! Love you girl!

Let me now immortalize some unsung folks who were there for me at different times in my life when my faith in people was being tested. Mary Thomas, Hope Dixon (Potty), Theresa Austin, Sonja Danielle-McKnight, Tamara Walker, Tammi Edwards (my jazzy friend), my cousin Lisa McClendon, and to my homeboy-level one (insider), Thomas Johnson. Thanks for being there for me through some really tough times. From crying, laughing, grieving, spraining my neck, giving me your couch to sleep on, taking care of my dog Buddy without hesitation, giving me the best personal advice (though sometimes I did not always want to hear it), buying by daughter a Justin Beiber concert ticket, and to even disagreeing every now & then, , I would like to say thank you. You all have no idea how much each of you impacted my life in such a positive way. You all cared for me when I had stopped caring for myself. You drowned me with love and as a result, restored my faith in people. I sincerely love you all from the bottom of my heart. I cannot imagine my life today without all of you being a part of it. I am forever grateful.

I would like to thank my editors Mary Thomas, Lisa King, and Alexxis Laya for their honest feedback. Mary, you did not have to spend so much of your time helping me but you were more than happy to assist. Thanks for taking chapters home to edit for me and catching all of those double negatives. Lol. It was greatly appreciated and I love you Mare-Mare.

Lisa King thanks for your invaluable advice. Not only did you read my manuscript for content, but you also read it with the greatest intentions to see me put out good work. You questioned me on sentence structure, spelling, and my research. Those FaceBook pet peeves of yours really helped a sista out! I love you for that, girl.

Alexxis Laya, my sister for life, thank you for playing the devil’s advocate. Constructive criticism is exactly what I need in order to become a better writer. You kept in mind that my goal was to be honest and as real life as possible. You made sure I stayed true to that. If it didn’t flow…it was outta there! Lol.

Last but not least, to my lovely daughter, Courtney. (or as I say to her, my favorite daughter, though she’s my only child) You inspire mommy to set the example and to show you just some of the positives life has to offer. My advice to you, Courtney, is to always put God first in everything you do. With God leading your steps, you cannot go wrong. When times are tough (and believe me there will be some tough times in your life) and you have no idea what to do…stand still, Sweetie…just stand still! The Lord’s got you.

INTRODUCTION

Abandoned by her mother when she was only five years old, Cayenne was raised and spoiled tremendously by Papa Joe. As a young lady, Cayenne fell in love with Jordan. Money was no problem for Jordan. Cayenne knew this. She also knew that Jordan could shower her with the material things in which she had become accustomed. To cope with Jordan’s precarious way of life, Cayenne tried drugs for the first time to see what the fuss was all about and her life soon changed to a life of addiction. Cayenne’s need to get that next high led to a traumatic event that affected and consumed all those around her with thoughts of revenge…especially Cayenne.

Will Cayenne persevere or will she end up just like her mother?

PROLOGUE

Let me get me a drink, y’all! I’ll be right back.

Heading to the kitchen, I noticed several couples making-out in the hallway barely noticing me as I passed them.

As long as y’all don’t go up my stairs y’all can make-out any dam where. I teased before I entered the kitchen through the wooden, swivel, double doors.

When I walked inside, there sitting around the black and white marble island, was ugly-ass Steve, my girl Beatrice…and Jordan. The three of them were snorting blow and pouring multiple shots of tequila. They didn’t even notice me.

Jordan!!! I yelled excitedly. When did you get here? I’ve been waiting on you, baby!

I came in through the back door just a minute ago. That’s when I ran into these two love birds right here. He was referring to Steve and Beatrice. Dam, Mommy you look soooo good. Come here and give Daddy some of that sweet sugar!

I just loved whenever Jordan would call me Mommy. Blushing and cheesing, I sashayed over to my Boo and planted a big wet one right on his lips! My baby was digging me and my hot-new look. He grabbed me around my waste and proceeded to plant several slow kisses on my neck.

Oooo Mommy, you look so good Mommy. Daddy likey Mommy. Daddy likey a lot.

I was instantly turned on.

Jordan was right about Steve and Beatrice. They were really feeling each other. For the first time, in a very long time, Jordan’s brother, Steve, didn’t even look up and gauche at me like he always did. This is great! I interrupted their little cupcake session. Hey lovebirds! Pour me a shot of Tequila or Hennessy or something and pass me the blow, pleeease!

I knew I should not have been drinking clear Tequila and brown Hennessy. But I figured what the heck! This was my girl’s birthday.

Let’s have some fuuunnnn! I yelled just before taking a shot of tequila and doing a booty-shake dance right there in the kitchen.

Everyone in the city who was supposedly considered important was there. We had a ball! Boy oh boy did we party! We danced, we drank, we laughed, and of course we got high. Beatrice’s party was a complete success! I had gotten really shit-faced and drank way too much. Mixing clear with brown had been such a bad idea.

I’m lying on the couch watching TV. The house is quiet. I’m covered in a heavy blanket. Someone must have covered me up. Dam! Did I pass out? I squint and notice the clock on the DVR displays 5:11a.m. My head is spinning a little bit. Dam! I’m still drunk. What the hell is this crawling on me? I pull the covers from around my shoulders and swipe at my arm a little bit. Nothing’s there. I drift back to sleep. Something’s crawling on me again and wakes me up again. I swipe again. Still nothing’s there…again. What the fuck? As my eyes focus around the bottom of the living room table I can see several, little, two-inch, green leprechauns! There’s about six or seven of them! Oh Shit! I sit up! I’m scared shitless! I can’t take my eyes off the lil’ fuckers! My heart is racing! Uh-oh. They look my way. They can see me watching them! Oh shit! Now they’re all smiling at me! I’m so scared! Oh no! Here they come! Tink-tink-tink-tink! They’re tiptoeing up the side of the couch! Tink-tink-tink-tink! Oh shit! Tink-tink-tink-tink! They’re moving up my arm! Tink-tink-tink-tink! I squirm a little bit to get them off of me! Tink-tink-tink-tink! They’re tipping up my back now! Tink-tink-tink-tink! Now they’re back on the floor and they know I can see them! Tink-tink-tink-tink! Zaaaaaaaaap! They’ve turned invisible but I know they’re still there! I can’t see them anymore but I can still hear their little footsteps. Tink-tink-tink-tink! I quickly reach for the baby powder that’s on the living room table and I begin to sprinkle their little asses! Yes! There they are! They thought they could make themselves invisible so I wouldn’t be able to see them but the baby powder works! Tink-tink-tink-tink! Oh no! Tink-tink-tink-tink! Now they are all over me! Tink-tink-tink-tink! Squirming! Tink-tink-tink-tink! Squirming! Tink-tink-tink-tink! Tink-tink-tink-tink! Tink-tink-tink-tink! I stand up abruptly throwing the covers off of me and I yell, GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!

The house is