Unwanted Memories

By Shyla Ivey

A girl who lived a rough life as a child grew up and met the man of her dreams. She moved far away from her old neighborhood to run away from her past and start a new life. But when her husband hires a new assistant to work for him, she finds out that no matter how far you think youre running, your past can catch up to you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jul 18, 2017
• ISBN: 9781524590840

Shyla Ivey

Shyla Ivey is a young writer. Throughout her life, shes seen things and also experienced them firsthand. In writing, she can express what she has seen, heard, and experienced. She also expresses herself in poetry and tries to relate with young girls and older women.

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Copyright © 2017 by Shyla Ivey.

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

First I would like to thank Jesus Christ, because without him, nothing could be possible. I want to dedicate this to both my boys because they’re the reason I’ve come so far. They keep me motivated. I also would like to dedicate this to my uncle Nate; RIP, Uncle. I love you.

CHAPTER 1

N O NO NO … please no. I could feel myself in a deep sweat, tossing and turning.

Tynisha … Tynisha! James yelled, trying to control me. It’s just a dream, he added, holding me and rubbing my head to calm me down.

I came out of the deep sleep, thinking it was happening again. It had been eight years, and for the past few years, every now and again, I had bad dreams of that night Donte raped me. Donte was dead now. He died in prison right after he was sentenced for sexually assaulting me and molesting my sister and cousins.

I’m twenty-four years old now and married with two kids. Yes, I’m married to James Livingston, with two beautiful kids. Keyshawn is eight years old now, and Marlissa is four years old. James and I met at a strip club that I used to dance at in Los Angeles. Weird, right? I know. It was kind of love at first sight.

One night, while I was giving a guy a dance, I saw a group of men walk in the club, and James stood out. I had a rule and told myself never to fall in love or find love at work because most of the men who came to the club were tired and were no good. But James … there was something about him. When I was done giving the guy a lap dance, I started to walk back to the dressing room. As I was walking, I felt someone grab my hand. I looked back, and there he was.

Can I have a dance, beautiful? he asked as he pulled me back toward him.

As long as you got the cash, I can most definitely shake my ass, I said, laughing as I started to dance on him.

The look he gave me while I was dancing was as if he wanted me bad at that moment; in my head, I was thinking the same thing. I just knew he was going to slip me his number, but I was wrong. Once I was done dancing, one of the dancers grabbed my arm and whispered in my ear, Girl, you know who here? T Rocca and his crew is here.

I couldn’t pass any money up, and T Rocca was one of the hottest rappers out, known for spending a lot of cash at the club. Once she said that, I picked all my cash up and headed to VIP. I really wanted his number, but I didn’t think he was feeling me the way I was feeling him. To him, I probably was just another thot, in other words, a skeezer, a hoe, or a woman looking to trap a man.

A few other dancers and I went to VIP and gave private dances to T Rocca and his crew. All the while I was in VIP, dancing, I was thinking about James. I was just so used to guys slipping me their numbers or trying to fuck me. I was surprised when James didn’t. That showed me he was different. I was hoping he was still downstairs when I was finished entertaining T Rocca and his entourage.

When we were done dancing, the girls and I went to the back to count the money. Once I got my cut, it was time for me to go home. Before changing, I went downstairs to the floor and peeked around the corner, but James was nowhere in sight. I was so angry. I just knew I would never see him again.

CHAPTER 2

I   WAS AT the grocery store, doing a little grocery shopping for my house. I was in the canned-goods aisle, and Keyshawn knocked over a can. Bending down and picking it up, I bumped heads with someone trying to help me pick up the can as well.

Ouch! I said, grabbing my head and standing up.

Oh, I’m sorry, the guy said as he grabbed my hand.

I looked up, and it was him—James from the club last night. I just started laughing. Oh, wow! I said.

You, he said, laughing and pointing at me.

Yes, me, I said. What are you doing here? I added.

Shopping, of course, he said, pointing at his basket.

Yes, of course, dumb question, I said with an awkward look on my face.

I didn’t want him to get away this time, so I knew I was going to have to make the first move, because for some odd