Do Not Arouse or Awaken Love: Before It so Desires

By Melissa A. Scott

It is the author's desire that the reading of this book opens the door to your understanding, intended use, and applicability of the physical phenomenon that is within all of human-kind...

The power of speaking something into existence that is not yet.

Anything and everything begins with an idea.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jan 18, 2019
• ISBN: 9781796010961

Melissa A. Scott

Melissa Scott resides in Cincinnati with her husband & two daughters. This is her first novel.

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Copyright © 2019 by Melissa A. Scott.

Cover art by William Tyrone Howard George Hart

ISBN:                Softcover                  978-1-4797-7932-1

                          eBook                        978-1-7960-1096-1

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Rev. date: 01/16/2019

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Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1: Just An Ordinary Friday

Except when imagination and opportunity intersect

Chapter 2: The Meeting

A planned happenstance

Chapter 3: An Alcohol Inspired Decision

Stupidity at its best

Chapter 4: Be Careful Of What You Ask For

To whom much is given, much is required

Chapter 5: What Happens In Vegas Doesn’t Necessarily Stay In Vegas

Especially when someone says I do

Chapter 6: Back In The ’Nati

The door is opened for the enemy

Chapter 7: Who, What, Where

An invitation is accepted

Chapter 8: A Little Revelation Goes A Long Way

Chapter 9: The Amalgamation

One Divided By Two Equals Three

Epilogue

First of all, I’d like to give all thanks & glory to my Father God, I Am, Yahweh, Elohim, Jehovah, The Most High, King of Kings, Lord of Lords.

Without Him, nothing is possible.

I pray that His will be done.

To my husband, two daughters (#1 & #2), my Mom, Grandma, brother & sister, all of my family, extended family, friends, co-workers, business partners & associates

Thank you for your love, support, manuscript reviews, and free editing services for my very 1st project!

I love you all!

PROLOGUE

IT ALL BEGINS WITH AN IDEA

This is a

story

about how an

idea

turned into

thoughts

which eventually became

words

that led to

decisions,

which influenced a person’s

actions,

which ultimately affected

the

rest

of

that

person’s

life.

W ELCOME TO THE world of Kimberly R. Jones, a seemingly average, hard-working, college educated, thirty-nine-year-old.

Kimberly, like most people, had no clue about how much mental power she actually possessed. She did not realize that her mind had the capability to manifest what its major thoughts were. But the demon newly assigned to her did. Bathin was his name and depression was his specialty. He had been having his way with humans for decades now and when he was ordered to take on this new unexplained project, he didn’t hesitate to begin his ghoulish antics. He knew that his High Commander must’ve wanted Kimberly preoccupied with self-defeating thoughts rather than her own. This made Bathin extremely curious as to who exactly Kim was and why would she be on their radar? But he knew better than to question his assignment and began immediately by amplifying everything in Kim’s life that was going wrong. Next, he started whispering in her ear about how she deserved more and how she should truly start to enjoy her life and stop playing by the rules.

Weeks turned into months and subsequently, on a very lonely New Year’s Eve night, Kim started thinking about everything she didn’t have yet in life: a husband, kids, a house; all that American Dream crap she came to call it. She was the most depressed she’d ever been and began having an unusual fantasy. With this new idea swimming around in her subconscious, Kim unconsciously initiated a chain of domino like events. It all began with her daydreaming. Then she typed, in great detail, different scenarios of these desires and saved them in a file on her iPad. Lastly, and most significantly, let that be repeated: MOST SIGNIFICANTLY, she actually talked about this fantasy of hers. She carelessly released words into the Earth’s atmosphere where fantasies often impinge upon reality.

CHAPTER I

JUST AN ORDINARY FRIDAY

Except when imagination and opportunity intersect

I T WAS AN unusually warm and sunny Friday afternoon in January. The air gusted through the barren trees and the sound of train whistles cut in and out of earshot. The hustle and bustle of the Tri-state began to increase rapidly as city folk got off work and began to prepare for the rest of their night. On the outskirts of downtown Cincinnati, a dozen or so people began to pour out of a small five-story office building. The names Stanley, Cooper, & Reed were in bold black letters on the front door. Like clock-work, elated farewells came from every direction.

Have a good weekend! was repeated a few too many times by different people ready to get their weekends started. Kim, an over-worked and under-paid office manager at the small auditing firm wished she could feel excited about the weekend as her millennium colleagues did. She couldn’t explain why she felt so depressed lately. She didn’t even feel excited that she was off for the next three days and it was a payday. Perhaps because I put in over a fifty-hour week and I dread going home to be alone as usual, she thought to herself. As she got into her late model Buick Riviera, she decided that she wasn’t going straight home as she did almost every other day of the work week. I’m going to find something to get into; a thought crept inside her mind. She began to mumble to herself. "Let’s see, I could go and get a mani-pedi or I could buy those brown leather boots and that matching handbag I’d seen last week at Kenwood Mall or maybe… The commercial on the radio interrupted her mental processing. She caught the most important part: Ladies’ night! Ladies get in free before nine and five-dollar drinks specials until eleven. Come enjoy 1st Fridays with us!"

The DJs always made every Friday night sound like a party so Kim couldn’t understand why tonight the commercial affected her and made her want to go try to have a good time too.

She immediately looked down to check her outfit because she definitely didn’t want to go home and change. She knew that if she went home and sat down, her night would be over. She’d have a date with R.C. (her remote control). She chuckled at how she and her girlfriends would talk about R.C. like it was a real person. She thought about how they’d drop R.C.’s name whenever they needed to get rid of a dude they weren’t interested in. Anyway, she looked fine, she convinced herself. She wasn’t really trying to meet anybody; she just needed to listen to some music, have a few drinks, and unwind. She scrolled through the four radio stations she had programmed and found one of her favorite groups, Bel, Biv, DeVoe on. Her head immediately began nodding to the music. Thinking about the club again, she thought about driving over to her best friend Dee’s house. They usually hung out together but only on Saturdays because Fridays were for hair appointments, pedicures and manicures, and spending time with their significant other. Kim laughed to herself thinking about her significant other. She knew that term was a huge stretch because he would only come to town every other weekend or so. Shit, I’m more like a booty-call than a girlfriend she quipped. As soon as I can catch up with him, I’m going to put an end to this wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am crap! And this time I won’t let you talk your way back into my bed either! She was pre-coaching herself before the inevitable talk.

Kim’s mind jumped to another thought and she reached over to the passenger seat and slid her cell phone out of her purse, then quickly laid it on her lap. She sort of laughed to herself at how she sometimes forgets that she had taken Oprah’s No Phone Zone Pledge years ago. Even though it was actually illegal now to text while driving, she remembered, as if it was only yesterday, trying to check a message and talk all while maneuvering through traffic. It’s stupid to do anything on a cell phone and drive anyway she thought. …I just don’t do it she recalled Lincoln Ware’s don’t text and drive commercial. When you know better, you do better she said out loud to herself trying to recall where she had heard those words. She decided to pull into a combo fast-food/gas station’s parking lot on Eighth and Linn Streets to call her best friend. As she pulled up to a gas pump her phone rang and she pushed the button on her blue-tooth headphones that were around her neck without looking to see who it was before she answered.

Hello?

What’s up trick? A sultry voice said instead of hello.

Your ears must’ve been ringing because I was just thinking about ya’ crazy ass.

Soooo, what’cha doing tonight? Dee asked sounding more somber than sultry now.

Kim started to not say anything about the commercial she just heard but did out of habit because she always told Dee what was on her mind.

Uh, I’m thinking about going to the club.

Ooh, come get me. I’m jumping in the shower right now! Dee’s voice suddenly turned energetic and she hung up before anything else could be said. Kim exhaled loudly, got thirty-five dollars and thirty-five cents worth of gas and headed to her best friend’s place. She didn’t know why her cents had to match the dollars whenever she got gas. She shrugged her shoulders and her mind moved on to more interesting thoughts. As she drove back towards town through rush-hour traffic and drivers who were in a rush to get to the next red light, she turned up the radio, and began singing loudly and off-key.

Kim traveled to 3rd Street and