He Poisoned Me and Left Me for Dead

By Nikei S Salas

Thought-provoking writer Nikei S. Salas gives a surprising tale of fiction. It is about the death and life of a young woman named Genesing. This book will have you hanging on to every word. And it will leave men and women readers feeling different.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Mar 22, 2018
• ISBN: 9781504393799

Nikei S Salas

Nikei S. Salas was born in a small town outside of Chicago, Illinois. She is a thought leader and author of Black Girl Gone Guru, a book of overcoming and spiritual awakening. Her writings and soul speakings have influenced others over the world, creating new life from her words. She lives outside Chicago but believes everywhere is home. For more information about the author, visit online at www.nikeissalas.com.

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ISBN: 978-1-5043-9378-2 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5043-9379-9 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2017919267

Balboa Press rev. date: 03/21/2018

Contents

Prologue

Him

Who Is She

Haunting

Seeking

The Old Woman

Revelation

Luciana

The Temple

About the Author

For all those

who walk the thin line between both worlds,

may you be granted your freedom.

Prologue

The death and life of Genesing.

Him

G enesing rocked back and forth on her bed thinking, Another one is here. What’s his name? It didn’t matter or is it that she’d forgotten his name. She met him last night at a party. She did remember that … well, everything before the third shot of tequila. Genesing played the game of quick recall as the unfamiliar guest finished in the bathroom.

I must know what to call him when he comes out. Come on. Rewind faster, she told herself in her head.

Then it came to her. He was the one she met on the dance floor. He had been checking her out for a while. Matter of fact, when she saw him checking her out, she made the dance moves sexier. He was staring, so she gave him something to watch. Seduction was a specialty of hers that she used to draw them to the web. She guessed he loved the show. He was there in her bathroom. It finally came to her, and she remembered his name. Well, she remembered his nickname. He told her they called him T. Calling him by his nickname would have to suffice.

The door opened, and she saw T. Right now she didn’t care about knowing his full name. All she wished was that she could remember the time they had last night so she could have pleasant memories to smile about later. He went to the nightstand, picked up his belongings, and thanked her for a good time. She followed him to the door to lock it and to get one more glance at his amazing physique.

She smiled and walked to the kitchen to quench her thirst from her forgotten sexcapade. She didn’t know what had happened, but she felt drained. And for some odd reason, she felt more tired than she’d ever experienced after an encounter with a gentleman caller.

Two glasses were on the counter. She didn’t see her lipstick print on either. But hey, she thought. Does it really matter? She was quite sure they’d had some type of physical exchange last night. So sharing saliva from a glass wouldn’t make a difference.

She downed the water, seeking to quickly be refreshed. As she placed the empty glass back upon the counter, her knees buckled, and her hands began to shake. Genesing grabbed the counter to keep from falling. It was too late. She was on the floor and unsure if her body was there. She felt the coldness of the kitchen tile on her back but felt as if she were floating. The room was spinning—or was she spinning in the room? The chill that the kitchen floor brought up her back wasn’t enough to lower the anterior portions of her body.

As her temperature rose, sweat poured from her body to the floor. She was half conscious, and before blacking out, Genesing asked out loud, What the hell is going on?

She thought of someone finding her on that very floor, staring at her partially naked while looking around the home that was somewhat clean but