Moonnebbia: Captured Moon

By TJ Phull

Following her hearts desire, Moonnebbia rushes to her lovers side. Once there she encounters a twist of fate consisting of sexual abuse, lust and Pride. Moon tries to find an escape; before any signs of an enviable demise. Only Unfathomable love could set this Captured Moon free, from a tangled fate that her herself has weaved.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Aug 19, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499035292

TJ Phull

TJ Phull, author of Bedelia, has previously written Articles of a Witch Goddess, The Shadowing Wolf, and Confessions of a Goddess. Phull is a mother of five. Her studies are in business, social anthropology, and psychology. For her, writing had always been a dream that has just now been realized. Finally, her dream of being like her renowned relative, the writer Zora Neal Hurston, has become reality.

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Contents

Introduction

Captured

Deceptive

Shamed

Never Give Up

Entangled

Webbed

Confused

Justified

Finger

Fate

Complete

Completion

Kissing

Message

Introduction

I am she

with the moon

beneath her feet

with the sun

around

my waist

and the stars

that show

my fate!

look around

for you

have found

MOONNEBBIA

a sender

of light

a bringer

of

what’s right

who stands

before

your sight.

allow

me

to delight

in the

INTRODUCTION

of self

whoever

doesn’t know me

shall begin to melt!

I

AM

SHE

for I have

the moon

to stand!

for it’s

my

land.

my

support

of course.

a symbol

of the

Goddess.

I

harvest

her strength

never do

I go

bent!

and the sun

with it

life begun!

wraps me

in

comfort

a blanket

of protection

no neglection!

a symbol

of the

FATHER

rod

our

GOD.

washes

away

our sins.

A reflector

of

light

keeps

away

the night.

stands

by

US

throughout

our

fight!

remover

of danger

our savior!

so what

is my

MISSION?

Wait!

I’ll

tell you

as

I glisten,

listen.

I stand

bound

to the ground.

my

MOTHER

God

as

my

base!

my

FATHER

God

wraps

around

my waist!

I use

the stars

to navigate!

through time

and space

and also fate.

with pride

never will

I deny.

I am not shy

to disclose

the importance

of

who

I AM.

for

I am

SHE!

I say all

of this

with great glee!

proud

to be

ME.

using the resources

from the earth,

winds, and seas!

stars surround

like crown

jewels.

wrapped

around my head

knowledge is fed!

the knowledge

and

the POWER

to know when

and where

to tread without dread!

for

I am always

being led and fed

information from

the universal holy spirits

of LOVE!

great messages

of wonder

from above!

so

this

is me

and

I am

SHE

the

Universal

QUEEN

and I will

always be

here with

THEE!

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Captured

He had

captured

her heart

he was a

masterful lover

of deception

fed her full

of love

and affection

his words

were

a tool

used by

the biggest

of all fools

For he

wove and spun

his tongue

into

arrows

of love

but once

it was

clear

that she

seriously

cared.

he

began

to fear

and in

one

moment

the words

that he

had spoken

her heart

did

break

for she had

traveled the lands

and the seas.

so she may stand

in the presence

of him.

But that moment

took away

from she.

for he had said,

"I do not

care for thee

now go

and be

free!"

from that

day

on

all hope

and love

was gone

no more

dreaming

of he

or what it meant

exactly

to be free

for

without

him

she could

no longer

be

and soon after

praying

her pleas.

She walked

down

to the shore

and immersed

her body

within the sea!

Deceptive

God, I couldn’t move. I had to get up, but the room was spinning so wildly, and I was in so much pain. I was so drunk I couldn’t fight back, and if I did, what would have happened? The pain between my legs was killing me. I remembered all. But where did he take me? He said outside New Delhi. How could he have done this to me and allowed them to force themselves on me while he cowered in the corner. Oh god, it’s so hot. I can’t breathe. I am not sure if I am in Africa or India. Damn. I want to kill that son of a bitch! Where is he anyway? Wait until I find out where I am exactly.

I couldn’t believe he allowed his friends to do this to me. I felt like I would throw up my insides. My mom tried to warn me, but I didn’t listen. I was so in love, three years communicating with him. Why would he do this to me? God, why didn’t I see this coming! I trusted him so much, loved him so much. Oh god, help me. I can’t believe I had texted him at the airport, Come and get me, sweetie, I am waiting for you. I was so blind, perhaps mindless, with no rational thought but love. And he had texted me, I love you, baby. I can’t wait until we see each other in the real. I have been waiting forever to meet you. Can’t believe that God allows me to finally meet you, Moon. Ah, what sweet words those had been.

But now I saw that was just to a draw me in, giving me more reasons to trust in him and in his love so I would not sense any deceptions. It worked, for when I saw him standing with a sign, I thought, Aah, how cute. I was so excited. He was more handsome than his pictures had showed—much more actually. And he was taller than I perceived. He looked so sexy in his turban. I greeted him. He smiled so boyishly, so shy-like. Why didn’t I see this was a lie? I followed him through a crowd of travelers and a double line of people holding up signs with people’s names. As I passed them, I asked him why he brought a sign—couldn’t he remember my face?

He laughed. No, just in case you couldn’t recognize me. We all seem similar to foreigners.

I laughed and said, Might be, but I know my man.

He took my hand and kissed it. Charming, I thought. Before we reached the outside of the airport, we had passed a few storefronts advertising tours, hotels, and bus services. I had followed Ajaath to the outside, but once I stepped outside, the heat had hit me like an oven, and I felt like I was a baked potato. Gasping for air, I allowed my body to quickly adjust to the oxygen. There were more people holding signs, and roll upon roll of cabs.

I looked around and thought, So this is what India looks like. It resembled the Bronx and Queens to me. Well, at least the people. Similar turbans, dots on the brows—hell, even cabs! There were even some Africans there. Hmmm, interesting, I thought. They had looked at me, following behind Ajaath, but not weirdly. The smell of the air was rather uniquely dusty, yet earthy with a little salt and musk. It was not bad at all but something too different, something to get used to. Finally, we had reached his car, and it was a nice damn car! I had expected his car to look something like the cabs.

The cabs and busses looked like they were from the 1920s or something. I wondered how the hell they kept these things moving. But his car was silver and modern. I was impressed. I didn’t even have a car. He approached his car first and opened the door, and as I was about to enter, I had seen that there were three individuals already sitting in the backseat. I felt a little odd, not because of the extra individuals but because I was sitting where in America would be a steering wheel. It just felt off.

When Ajaath got in the car, he had introduced me to his gang. He said, This is Chatur, my best friend, and my brother, Ajeet. I was taken aback a bit. He looked just like Ajaath. Ajaath also said, And this here is my friend Amin.

I had given an uncomfortable hello. I didn’t expect this, nor did he tell me that he was bringing company along. But again, even with these people, I didn’t expect anything was wrong. He started driving, and the air was a little dry and dusty for me, so he closed the window and put on the air condition.

He said, Sorry for the dust. Indian dust is good for the skin, and they all started laughing. I just said OK, and Ajaath said, No, really. Do you know why?

And I said, No, I do not.

He said, Because people just shit in the street, and it dries up and flies into your hair, mouth, everywhere.

I was like, Oh my god! Seriously! and they laughed.

He said, This is shit land. If you are born here, you are cursed.

I looked out the window, and I thought it was quite beautiful. And I felt happy and at peace, so I really disagreed with him. To me, it was like Americans who complain about America, but no damn way would they ever leave or trade for another country. As he was driving, the other three men were conversing and laughing loudly in their language.

The only one that wasn’t really engaging had been Chatur. He looked as if there was a lot on his mind. This fellow looked smart and nerdy but in a handsome way. I remember Ajaath always talking about him. He was some kind of cop. But I never thought I would get to actually meet him. Ajaath’s brother, Ajeet, was so similar to his brother, down to the laugh, except his eyebrows arched like the devil. And he was not overly muscled like Ajaath.

Sometimes, when Ajaath sent me pictures of himself at the gym, I felt he was overdoing it a bit. Ajaath wanted to drive me around a bit, but I didn’t really want to. I allowed him anyway. I tried not to be judgmental about anything. I just wanted to absorb all that was being shown to me without comparing it to where I came from. I had wanted to be like a newborn baby, so I had cleared and opened my mind. I wanted to see things with new perspectives.

I couldn’t engage in most of the things they were saying, for they spoke really, really fast. Acknowledging that I was linguistically dumb, they did, however, ask me questions in English. I didn’t realize how poor Ajaath’s English was. I never realized. His friend had to ask the questions, and when I answered, he translated it. Sorry, but his friend had seemed very sinister and evil to me. It was something in his glances, the way he smiled. It was creepy.

But all these years, has Ajaath been using a translator? I wondered. Well, I tried to listen the best I could, just to try to pick up some key words. Ever feel like someone is talking behind your back? Well, I had gotten that feeling a lot during this ride.

My sweetheart said in a thick accent, After I take you on tour around New Delhi, then I can take you to exchange money, and we can shop and eat if you like.

I felt excited and happy and started to feel safe. I meant, who wouldn’t? I had a cop and three other men as my bodyguards. Also, since we left the airport, there was nothing but cops all around everywhere. I felt I was in cop land.

I was so happy to be in India. I felt free. Sitting back, I smiled and watched everyone I could set eyes on. I watched how they exchanged conversation and how they walked. There were kids in the street, selling things, so I watched them run up to the car and tap the window. I even watched them watching me. I didn’t know why Ajaath was always talking bad about India. This was always the land of my dreams. I told him I would move here with him—that was how much I loved him. I would have packed up my kids and moved to India—that was how much he meant to me. And being here with him had been important because I got to see how he behaved in his own environment.

I loved Ajaath. I would have done anything for him. He would always say Oh, you’ll do anything? Even live in the street with shit? I never understood what he was talking about until now. As we drove, he showed me various places, like the Indian version of the White House, where the president lived. That was freaking awesome! It was beautiful. This area was more modern, but of course, a lot of visitors come to see it. Then he took me to where there were actual monkeys on the sidewalk. Holy shit! You couldn’t see that in America! I love this freaking place.

After a while, I was getting sort of tired, but he wanted to continue with