Blinded by Love

By Jatavius Wayne Thomas

Blinded by Love is a fictional story of a positive-spirited woman who is in love with her boyfriend. She wants to settle down and marry him, but it seems that the things coming into their relationship are causing her to have doubtshis coming in late, her finding phone numbers of women in his pants, his talking to her best friend behind her back. She is faced with making a decision. A tragic accident changes her life and the peoples lives around her. Before hope is lost, she turns her faith to the heavenly Father and realizes that prayers are being answered.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 13, 2018
• ISBN: 9781984517098

Jatavius Wayne Thomas

Jatavius Wayne Thomas is a songwriter and author from Tallsssee, Alabama. He graduated from Tallassee High School in 2008. He attended College at Grand Canyon University with degree in Healthcare Administration. He has published his first book in 2010. He has three sisters and one brother. He dedicates this book to his Dad Jasper Wayne Buckhannon, his late Mother, Vicky Thomas (Buckhannon ), his late grandmother's ; Doris Thomas and Helen Ricks.

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CHAPTER 1

It was a sunny and hot day as we sat and waited on the bench for the Transit bus to come. My boyfriend and I are hugged up. We feel very much in love. We are never ashamed to show our love. We feel very emotional about our feelings. We kiss and hold each other tight. We never want to let go of each other. People look with disgust as they pass by, but we dont care what they think of us. We talk about how much we love each other and what we would do if anything ever happened to either one of us. We are in love, but like my mother and others have told me, love will put us through a lot of pain if we are truly in love.

It is here finally the bus pulled up and we walked to get on it. This city bus requires $2.00 to ride, which is money that I hate to waste, but untl we can find a car we have transportation in the city bus.

Hi how are you?

I asked the driver as I entered the crowded stinky bus as I covered my nose from the unpleasant. The bus was full of all types of people. It seemed like everyone just stared at us as we got on. I did not see any seats that would seat Darrell and I together. I sat on the third row, which was the first available space I seen. There were many people aboard the bus it seemed impossible for Darrell and I to sit next to each other. He ended up finding space right on the fourth row behind me. As I got comfortably seated I glanced around the bus’s surroundings again. There were many people who looked exhausted, sleepy, tired and just ready to get off the bus.

Hi my name is Chelsea.

A very pretty woman whom sat next to Darrell says to me as I looked into her eyes. She had long black hair she looked like the perfect cheerleader. I dont think in a million years I could look as pretty as she. I looked into her eyes and introduced myself.

I’m Monica, you are so pretty, nice to meet you. I complimented.

She looked at me and smiled.

Awe thank you, you have pretty hair. she add. I then turn back and faced the front as I began to look through the mirror in my purse. If only I could change anything about me, I would change my nose. I feel as though my nose is to big and I feel insecure about it. As I looked through my mirror I could see that Darrell kept looking at her through the corner of his eyes. I just sighed and said to myself. I know I am not that pretty. I wonder if he thinks the same about me. The bus ride was making me fall in and out of sleep. The bouncing, bumpy roads, continuing stops, and the different conversations going on. I did not like the bus ride. We had just come back in town from visiting my parents. I was so ready to get back home after this three and a half hour bus ride from Alabama to Florida. It was good to see all my family again, it had been about a year since I last spent time with them. I loved to hear all the child hood stories about my siblings and I.

My dad is a Pastor he has his own congregation that I love. Everytime I am there I feel a closer connection with the heavenly father as he teaches me new things that are not in scripture,which makes it another reason I love being there. I have learned that much of things taught in traditional churches are not all the truth as in how we are to be following the Most High’s laws and his commandments. Many things have been hidden from us even the original name of the Heavenly Father Yahuah. He told me that G.o.d, L.o.r.d, are titles and not names. He also told me that the original name of the savior is Yahusha, not what I have been taught in church. I did not understand how after all these years I have been deceived. I had to continue to research scriptures and compare things for myself to make sure of what he told me was the truth. I was shocked. We have been lied to in life. He also showed me in scriptures where it talked about Yahusha being hung on a tree and not a cross and how the cross symbol is a pagan symbol that is an abomination to the Father. My dad taught me that Christmas is not the true date of the Mashiach Yahusha’s birthday, he taught me that observing the Sabbath is something that the Most High Father commands us to do. My dad taught me that celebrating pagan holidays are not pleasing to the Most High no matter how we try to dress them up. I also learned that paying tithes in church is not money, but everywhere in scripture it has all to do with food, crops and produce. My dad always encourages me and helps me to find my way to the Heavenly Father and keep me encouraged about life.

It was getting late and it had gotten dark. The street lights had come on and the bus was beginning to look black inside. Most people on the bus had fallen asleep. I awoke to the sound of someone pulling the signal cord, it informs the bus driver that someone’s stop is a block away, followed by the bell ringing. Bell ringing was to inform riders that the bus is about to come to its next stop.

The bus came to a complete stop to where we were to get off. It felt so good to stand up and stretch my legs. My body had some relief from the seat and I was anxious to finally step off the bus. I was ready to start walking again. I stood back as I let Darrell walk in front of me.

Nice to meet you. Chelsea says as we exited the bus. I seen Chelsea smiling as she watched Darrell and I exit the bus.

We need to get a car. I said as we began to walk down the street. This bus ride is not for me. Tomorrow we need to go look for a cheap car somewhere. I explained.

So later that night we looked online for vehicles that were being sold for affordable pricing. We seen many deals and we also were aware of the many scams that were online as well.

Look here they have a 2005 honda for $800, it has 190,000 miles, but it is a start maybe we should contact them. Darrell said.

I’ll call them tomorrow, Darrell stated, since it is so late tonight".

"Ok lets make sure it runs great and even though it has alot of miles we have to make sure