Her Other Voice

By Kyra Alexander

Kellie is a high end prostitute with split personality disorder. She is in love with her pimp, but her friend, Dion, is in love with her. Kellies best friend is also a prostitute but has a drug problem. Kellie also has three children that she is not able to care for, therefore they live with her very successful sister. Kellie with take herself, and everyone around her through the most unpredictable twists and turns.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Aug 6, 2014
• ISBN: 9781496923592

Kyra Alexander

Kyra learned to read and write at the age of four. One of her favorite subjects in school has always been English. Kyra loves reading novels because it’s like a brief escape from reality. She hopes to provide her readers with the same enjoyment. Kyra currently resides in Texas with her husband and two children.

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Published by AuthorHouse 07/31/2014

ISBN: 978-1-4969-2357-8 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4969-2359-2 (e)

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Contents

Dedication

Part One

Kellie

Myrna

Bradley

Dion

Kendra

Jerome

Kellie

Bradley

Kendra

Jerome

Myrna

Bradley

Kellie

Bradley

Myrna

Kellie

Jerome

Myrna

Bradley

Kellie

Kendra

Kellie

Myrna

Bradley

Dion

Kendra

Myrna

Kendra

Jerome

Kellie

Myrna

Kellie

Kendra

Myrna

Bradley

Myrna

Kellie

Bradley

Myrna

Kellie

Jerome

Bradley

Myrna

Kellie

Myrna

Jerome

Myrna

Kellie

Jerome

Kellie

Bradley

Jerome

Dion

Kellie

Dion

Kellie

Bradley

Kellie

Part Two

Bradley

Kellie

Bradley

Kendra

Kellie

Bradley

Bradley

Dion

Bradley

Jeremiah

Bradley

Kellie

Dion

Kellie

Kendra

Bradley

Dion

Kellie

Kendra

Bradley

Kendra

Jeremiah

Kendra

Bradley

Kellie

Bradley

Kendra

Kellie

Jeremiah

Kellie

Kendra

Kellie

Kendra

Kellie

Bradley

Kellie

Kendra

Kellie

Kendra

Bradley

Kellie

Bradley

Kellie

Epilogue

Dedication

Thank you to my parents for supporting my dream of becoming a writer. Thank you to my husband who always brings out the best in me. Thank you to my friends Mary and Laura who were the first ones to read my book and give me their honest feedback. Thank you to all of my other friends and family.

Part One

Kellie

Girl, where the hell you been!

What you talking about? I been here all night!

I been sittin across the street on the porch all night! I saw you walk through that door at five o clock this morning!

OK Mrs. Rose, whatever you say. Kellie laid her head back on her pillow while her neighbor, Mrs. Rose, continued to yell at her. I just hope you’re not so far gone that you don’t use protection while you out in them streets. And when’s the last time you were tested?

Kellie ignored the question, she was too tired from a dream she had the night before that seemed all too real. A dream where she walked the streets in red stilettos and a black mini dress so tight it looked like it was painted on her slim 5’ 10 figure. Getting in and out of different cars, repeating the same thing over and over again, no you got to pay me first!"

Mrs. Rose’s voice interrupted Kellie’s thoughts. Did you hear me? I said I’ll be back at around four, I need you to take me to the bank.

Kellie sighed and pulled her blanket over her head.

When she woke up it was one in the afternoon. She went through her normal routine of brushing her teeth, washing her face and fixing herself something to eat. Then she did the not so easy task of deciphering whether or not she had been dreaming, or had walked the streets as her Other Personality the night before. She started by looking in her top dresser drawer and found a wad of money. Then she looked in her closet and saw the black dress from her dream in the dirty clothes basket. Last but not least she looked in the top drawer in her bathroom. Kellie let out a sigh of relief when she saw that several of the condoms she had were missing. If she got pregnant again her pimp, Jerome, was going to give the order to make her get an abortion and get her tubes tied.

She couldn’t believe she had fallen asleep last night without taking her anxiety medication. If Kellie had a bad dream she would wake up in the middle of an anxiety attack, then her Other Personality would take over to deal with the stress. The anxiety medication usually helped Kellie deal with her nightmares without her Other Personality.

Kellie had been working for Jerome for eight years, but had never actually met him. Jerome had a man named Bradley who worked right under him. Bradley was the one who carried out all of Jerome’s orders. Kellie still couldn’t completely admit to herself that she was attracted to Bradley. He was 6’1" with wavy shoulder length brown hair, ocean blue eyes and slightly tanned skin. She was curious about him, but he showed absolutely no interest in her. He never showed any kind of emotion. Kellie knew there had to be something though behind his expressionless mask he wore all of the time. Kellie had to constantly remind herself that there was no way they could ever be together. Jerome was her pimp and Bradley worked as a pimp for Jerome. Kellie couldn’t afford her medication or her psychiatric treatment on her own. The only income she had was provided by prostituting for Jerome’s highest paying clients. Once in a while she would forget to take her meds, and elapsed into her Other Personality as a common streetwalker. When this happened Kellie would jump into anyone’s car as long as they paid the right price. Most of that money went into her secret savings account or toward helping Mrs. Rose.

Kellie would be completely dependent on Jerome if it weren’t for her late adoptive grandmother leaving her a house on the east side of Austin. It wasn’t exactly the best environment for someone with split personality disorder, but it was definitely better than Jerome paying for an apartment for her. If that were the case Jerome, or Bradley, could just walk in on her any time they felt like it. There were several people in the neighborhood that had trash all over their yards and it wasn’t unusual to see a rooster walking in the middle of the street. There were always people outside on their porches at all hours of the night and the sound of sirens was a normal occurrence.

The only person that was financially able to help Kellie, besides Jerome, was her sister Kara. Kara used to be married to a major drug dealer, but he was murdered six years ago right in front of her eyes. Kara took his stash of money and had it hidden somewhere. Kara had always been embarrassed by Kellie’s mental problems and didn’t want anything to do with her. Kellie’s other sister, Kendra, was already taking care of Kellie’s three children. While Kendra and her husband made good money, it wasn’t enough for the extensive treatment Kellie needed.

A knock at the door brought Kellie out of her deep thoughts, and not a moment too soon. Thinking about her children could trigger a deep depression that could last for days. When Kellie first found out as a teenager that she had split personality disorder her psychiatrist recommended that she not have more than one child. Having to care for children could bring on more anxiety attacks than her medication could control. Kellie just couldn’t bring herself to have an abortion or give her babies away to a stranger. She was grateful that her children were happy living with Kendra, but at the same time she felt like a failure because her mental problems didn’t allow her to be the mother she wanted to be. Kellie! Don’t make me use my key again. I already told you I was coming back so you can take me to the bank! Mrs. Rose yelled. Kellie was so lost in her thoughts that she hadn’t noticed she had been staring into space for more than an hour. Ok Mrs. Rose, hold on!

While Kellie was sitting in her car waiting for Mrs. Rose to come out of the bank her cell phone rang. Hello.

Kellie, its Kara. Kendra wanted me to call and remind you about your visit with the children tomorrow from six to eight. Kellie hadn’t heard from Kara in more than six months.

Kara, I ain’t heard from you in months! And you trying to call me like I can’t remember my OWN KIDS! I’ve NEVER missed one visit with them so why the hell do you feel like all of a sudden you need to call and remind me!

Look, don’t get an attitude with me. I called trying to be civil with you, but I see that’s not going to work. I’m not the one pretending to be crazy so that I don’t have to take care of my responsibilities!

You have a lot of nerve to say that to me when you live off of your dead husband’s DRUG MONEY! Why the hell did you even call me at all!

I was calling because it’s been six months since the last time I talked to you, and I thought you might be doing better since Kendra told me your psychiatrist upped the dosage on your meds. But now I see that you’re still a worthless piece of shit that should have never been born! I had to deal with taking care of your crazy ass when we were growing up! Kendra and I never got a normal childhood because of you! You’re the reason mama and daddy started selling drugs again! You’re the reason they’re in jail right now! Kendra might beat around the bush, but you know I tell it like it is! You’re selfish ass needs to be reminded from time to time about all the shit you put us through! Driving around in the middle of the night looking for your skanky ass while you were out selling your body in the streets. Having to pick your ass up from that bitch Myrna’s house when her mom called saying you were drunk out of your mind. And let’s not forget all the hell me and Kendra went through to babysit you through all three of your pregnancies! Why don’t you do this world a favor and go kill yourself before you pop out another bastard child!

After Kara hung up Kellie sat in her car, staring at her phone. She fought hard to hold back tears of anger. If she hates me so much why does she even call me? Kellie thought to herself. Why does she think I don’t want to take care of my kids? Why doesn’t she understand that I want to be better? Why won’t she help me? Why is she such a selfish bitch? Why…?

Kellie woke up the next day at three in the afternoon and knew immediately that she had dreamt about Bradley. As she lay in bed flashes of the dream came back to her. A living room with a flat screen TV, a kitchen with stainless steel appliances, a bed with satin sheets. Riding in a limo with Bradley drinking champagne, drinking more champagne with a stranger, climbing into bed with another stranger… Kellie couldn’t remember anything after that. She could never remember anything sexual about her dreams or when she elapsed into her Other Personality. Only within the last three years, with the help of Mrs. Rose, was she able to remember bits and pieces of her dreams. Mrs. Rose also helped her with the idea to look around her house for clues as to whether or not she had actually been dreaming, or really walking the streets. Kellie didn’t find any clues around the house that morning, so she decided that she had really only been dreaming. After Kellie ate she did some cleaning, started a load of laundry then decided to watch TV. It was four in the evening on Wednesday, and nothing of interest to her was on. Before she knew it she was in a deep sleep on her couch in the living room. Kellie woke up with a start to the sound of her cell ringing. Without even paying attention to the caller ID she answered. Hello.

Kellie where the hell are you! It was Kendra. I’ve been calling you for the last three hours!

That’s when Kellie realized it was dark outside. It was August in Austin Texas and it didn’t get dark until almost nine. Kellie didn’t know what to say, she had never missed a visit with her children before. "Kendra, I’m so sorry, I’ll be right over…

Kendra cut her off mid-sentence. Don’t bother, the kids are in bed now! I’m just relieved you’re still alive. I’m going to set up another visit for next Saturday from two to four. Make for sure you don’t forget this time!

The call was disconnected. Kellie was about to call Kendra back to apologize, when she realized she wasn’t lying on her couch. She looked around the room and realized she wasn’t even at home. The place felt familiar though, she was sure she had been here before. She got out of the king size bed covered with satin sheets and went into the living room to have a look around. There was a large flat screen TV mounted on the wall and in the kitchen there were stainless steel appliances and hardwood floors. There was only one bedroom and one bathroom along with the living room and a small dining area. The only furniture in the apartment was a tan futon in the living room, a round wooden dining room table with four matching chairs and the queen sized bed and wooden dresser in the bedroom. Kellie didn’t know what to do next, this was the first time she could ever remember waking up anywhere but home. She knew there was only one person she could call.

Myrna

Bitch, where the fuck is my money! Myrna fell to the floor when Bradley slapped her again. She had used some of the money she made the night before to buy some cocaine. She hadn’t been able to get a hold of Bradley to ask permission and she was starting to feel ill. Now she wasn’t sure which was worse, going through withdrawal for a few hours or getting beat by Bradley. If it weren’t for direct orders from Jerome I would kill your ass right now! This time, Myrna took a kick in her ribs. Bradley bent down and tried to look Myrna directly in her eyes. Myrna knew better than to look directly back at him. She did that once, and Bradley punched her so hard he broke her nose. That’s when she learned she was nothing but a ho, and she was to never look a pimp in the eyes. She never forgot his eyes though, they seemed so kind and trusting. To this day, Myrna didn’t understand how someone who had eyes like an angel could have a heart so cold.

Now you know you have to pay me back don’t you? Bradley asked. Myrna managed to nod once. I have a job for you. Your friend Kellie has been hiding something from Jerome. Even with all of her mental problems she’s not stupid, unlike you. Myrna tried to speak, but Bradley yanked her 5’ 2 body off of the floor and pushed her up against the wall. She tried to speak again, but Bradley put one of his hands to her throat. The last thing Myrna wanted to do was betray her best friend. Now, this is the last time I’m going to give you a job to make up for stealing from me. If this