Change is Inevitable

By Joyce Fisher

Kids will be kids, but when do kids become adults? There's a thin line between accidents and intentions, especially when jealousy or envy is present. Is it truly better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all? Hmmmmm. Travel with me down a road of dreamy destiny or despiteful deception, humbling happiness or humiliating heartache, lasting love or lingering lust. See how money can make or break anyone in its path, causing quite the destruction. Nothing is ever what it seems when it comes to Carey and her immediate surroundings. You'll never know what danger is lurking in the dark or what strange and unusual things will pop up next.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Dec 11, 2018
• ISBN: 9781642989236

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Change is Inevitable

Joyce Fisher

Copyright © 2018 Joyce Fisher

All rights reserved

First Edition

Page Publishing, Inc

New York, NY

First originally published by Page Publishing, Inc 2018

ISBN 978-1-64298-919-9 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-64298-923-6 (Digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of 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

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Dedication

This book is dedicated to the late Mr. John Olden Fisher and the late Mrs. Erma Jean Fisher; may God rest their souls. I wanted to say thank you both for all you’ve done for me! Without you I would not be here today. I know that you are in heaven watching me and I know that you are smiling because you are happy for me and proud of me. I wish that you could physically be here to celebrate with me the joy and success of having my final book published, but I know you’re here in spirit and that means the world to me! I love you both so much and look forward to seeing you again one day.

Acknowledgements

First, I want to say Thank You to My Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, for trusting me to totally trust Him with my life. He opened my eyes, my mind, and my heart to many ‘walks of life’ that have allowed me to elaborate on them as great testimonies.

To my wonderful husband, Roger Richards, thank you for being there for me, encouraging me stick with my dream and to always keep my visions focused.

I like to extend a Special thanks to my family; my awesome brother, John Anthony Fisher, who kept believing in me and kept helping me to believe in myself! My loving daughter, Victoria Renay Fisher, who endured the pain of having to listen to this book bit by bit; piece by piece; chapter by chapter, from start to finish . . . and who never, griped or complained one time, yet she inspired me to go on and to never give up! To my amazing son, Lorren Douglas Davis, Jr., who gave me affirmation that I could be; and would be, anything I ever wanted to be if I kept God first! To my wonderful stepchildren, Sharhonda Dechelle Price and Damon Detray Price, thank you both for your ideas and help with the leg work it took to get my book out to the public! To my fantastic niece, Jonique Desiree Fisher, who has always been so excited about anything her Aunt Joyce did and who gave me the determination to push on! To all my terrific grandbabies, Gi Gi loves you. I love you all soo very much and I’m soo glad that ‘WE ARE FAMILY’! Thank you all for your support, your inspiration, and your motivation during this journey; a good journey at that! From the time, I started writing up until now . . . it’s been fun, exciting, and totally a true Blessing!

To all my Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, and Friends, thank you guys so much for all your support as well. From all the Girl, you’re doing good’s to the You need to keep going, don’t stop’s to the I am soooo proud of you’s. These were extremely touching and took to heart. I will remember and cherish it all for the rest of my life! You have given me great memories that you could ever imagine and I sincerely thank you from the bottom of my heart to the depths of my soul!

To all of my Pre-Editors: Yolonda (Sissy) Bishop, Victoria (Sweetpea) Fisher, and Rayshun (Shunny Bunny) O’Dear, I want to say thank you soo much for your help! Because of your hard work and dedication, I claim this last book as a major success to final trilogy of a girl looking for love in all the wrong places!

To my publication coordinator, Kelly Crum, you have been a pleasure to work with; as well as the entire Page Publishing team, and have ensured that I was extremely happy and very satisfied with all three books! Great job on riding this trilogy to the finish line!

There are so many people that deserve thanks for all they’ve done for me I just can’t name them all.

Part 1

Nice Nasty

LaTifa peered through a large glass window and watched Li’l Richie sleep. His hands were draped in white mesh bandages. He was lucky to be alive. He had suffered only first-degree burns on both of his tiny hands. The doctor ensured them it wasn’t anything that wouldn’t heal over time. He said that eventually new skin tissue would reproduce, making the scars minimal and hardly noticeable at all the older he got. It had been two weeks since the accident, and he had just about recovered enough to be discharged. CPS had completed their investigation and closed the case of alleged child abuse and neglect. They were allowing Richie to return home with his family. The more LaTifa watched her helpless baby sleep, the more she thought about all the so-called accidents that just so happened to have happened to Richie over time; all the accidents, which Sasha just happened to be around for, were not really accidents at all but maybe more intentional sinister acts. But of course, let Sasha tell it—they were truly accidents. LaTifa began to recap all the incidents in her head, like when she walked in just in time to catch Richie from hitting the solid wood flooring because Sasha was pulling him off the bed while he slept. She could hear Sasha’s voice ring out, saying, Oh, Mama T, Little Richie was falling off the bed and I was trying to catch him. He must have rolled over in his sleep, Sasha sincerely implied. But mysteriously enough, Richie wasn’t even strong enough to roll over on his own just yet, especially not at almost just two months old. Then there was the time she bit his finger, hard enough to break the skin, and claimed it was self-defense. She told them that he had had bitten her first, hard to believe with no teeth. Oh, and how could she forget the time when she locked him in the car and said that he must have locked it himself, that he must have hit the lock button! LaTifa and Andre insisted there was no way a three-month-old could have locked the doors, while strapped in a car seat, facing backward, not in reach of any buttons. Then she changed her story and said that she may have accidentally hit the lock button by mistake. But of course, with all her tears and snot, they forgave her and swept it under the rug as they’d usually done before, on many occasions.

Mrs. Austin. It’s time to feed your baby. Are you ready to nurse now? asked the nurse for a second time. She had been in a daze and was barely coherent until the nurse slightly raised her voice and brought her back to reality.

I’m sorry, yes. Yes, I am, she quickly responded.

The nurse could see the puzzled look on LaTifa’s face and asked, Mrs. Austin, are you okay?

LaTifa tried to play it off with a half-smile and a small chuckle. Yes, I’m fine. Just a little tired, that’s all.

That’s understandable. You have been here for several weeks. Should I just get him a bottle?

No, I’m good. I will feed him myself.

Aright then, I’ll just get the big fella up while you go inside and get ready.

LaTifa walked into the nursery’s feeding area and sat in a big wooden rocking chair and waited for her baby. For some reason, that chair just reminded her of the times she’d sit on her grandmother’s porch in the country; in the big wooden rocking chair her grandfather made, and just rocked and rocked and rocked and rocked literally all day and night. It was just so soothing.

The nurse brought the baby and gently handed him to her. He was swaddled in a thin receiving blanket that had pictures of train engines all over it. He was wrapped so tight that he looked like a football, and the nurse had just made the winning pass. As LaTifa uncovered her left breast and began to feed, she looked at Li’l Richie and just shook her head in disbelief that something so horrible could happen to her helpless little baby. I know . . . you’re just soo cute and innocent. And you have no idea what’s going on right about now, you poor thing. Yeah . . . I wish you could tell Mama what’s going on. Yeah . . . I know. Mama knows, baby, LaTifa softly spoke.

All right, you guys, we’re here! Andre excitedly announced as he put the car in park and proceeded to exit. He raced to help get everyone unloaded and inside.

LaTifa and Sasha walked in first, followed by Andre, who was carrying Richie’s carrier-car seat. LaTifa and Andre entered the theatre room and sat down while Sasha made a mad dash to her bedroom.

Charlie! Charrrrlie! Sasha yelled. Charlie! Here, boy. Come here, boy. Come on, Charlie. Come out, come out, wherever you are.

Andre could hear Sasha eagerly searching for Charlie, her tiger-striped cat that she’d been having since she was a baby, and decided to help her look for him. He walked in only to find Sasha sprawled out like a bear-skinned rug on the floor beside her bed with the bed skirt raised, calling for Charlie to come from underneath the bed. But lo and behold, Charlie wasn’t there.

What’s the matter, Princess?

I can’t find Charlie! Will you help me find him? I left him right here this morning, and now he’s disavanished.

Despite the seriousness of the current situation at hand, Andre couldn’t help but to chuckle a little and say, "He disappeared or he vanished, not disavanished, baby," as sincerely as he possibly could.

Well, someone must have stoled him.

"It’s stolen, baby. And I don’t think anyone would take Charlie. Everyone knows how you feel about him. He must be around here somewhere. We’ll find him, baby."

Sasha darted down the hall to the laundry room, back to her room, and then to the game room, but still no Charlie. She ran to the backdoor, snatched ir open, and began yelling to the top of her lungs. Chaaaaaarlie! Charrrrrlie, where are you? as she sprinted into the backyard. She looked high and low with a zero percent success rate. Sasha began to cry, feeling totally defeated, not to mention extremely disappointed from the devastation of not being able to find her little Charlie. How will he ever survive alone in this mean, cool world? Of course, really meaning cruel world.

Andre noticed that the kitty door, or known to some as a doggy door, was unlatched. Tifa, did we leave the kitty door unlocked? he said while joining LaTifa in the theatre room and sitting next to her on the couch.

I’ve been at the hospital and haven’t been here, so I’m not sure. You guys were the last ones here. Do you not remember locking it?

Shit! I can’t remember. Oh my god, I must have been rushing to get back to the hospital to you and Little Richie and must have totally forgotten to check it before I left. How could I be so stupid?

Come on now, sweetie, don’t be so hard on yourself. It was an accident. We know, and she knows, that you would have never left it open on purpose.

"Well, she doesn’t know that’s how he got out. To be honest, I’m a little afraid to tell her. How am I ever going to be able to break news like this to a six-year-old? She is going to think I am the world’s worst father of all time, the worst father ever!"

"No, she won’t! Sasha’s very smart. Trust me. She loves you and she knows that she’s Daddy’s little angel and that there is nothing she can’t have. I’m sure she’s just going to demand that you replace it with a bigger, better-looking, and more energetic kitty than the one she had."

Had? he quickly responded. Don’t say that. You make it sound like we’re never going to find him.

I meant has. Better than the one she has—as in still alive has. LaTifa just gave him a sarcastic looking smile and then pinched his cheeks.

"Have you looked outside? I’m sure