Filthy Fire: Lil' Black Book Collection

By Melissa Curtis

This book tells a couple of short stories. Although the stories in the book are not real, they portray the things that are going on in our everyday lives, and because they seem so real, people are able to relate. And that is the main concept of me writing this book. I hope my readers enjoy the book as much as I enjoyed writing it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Oct 28, 2021
• ISBN: 9781662407796

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Filthy Fire

Li’l Black Book Collection

Melissa Curtis

Copyright © 2021 Melissa Curtis

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING, INC.

Conneaut Lake, PA

First originally published by Page Publishing 2021

ISBN 978-1-66240-778-9 (pbk)

ISBN 978-1-66240-780-2 (hc)

ISBN 978-1-66240-779-6 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Filthy Fire

The Double Cross

Introduction

Best Friends?

Introduction

When Shit Hits Close to Home

Trina’s Trinkets

The Real MVP in My Book

Introduction

The Perfect Partner

Is Love Supposed to Hurt

When Seduction Goes All Wrong

To my daughter Jazzmyne Renee Saffold

Revenge is a dish best served cold.

Filthy Fire

Please stop! Don’t hurt me. I’m begging you, were the pleas Kelly gave to the man who was raping her. Right as she was leaving the supermarket, she was blindsided by a man wielding a knife at her; he must have followed her out the store. He forced her into her own damn car. He tore off her blouse, exposing her breasts, snatched on her panties so hard he bruised her pussy and her thighs. He cut her repeatedly after leaving Kelly for dead. She found herself waking up in the hospital with tubes and machines draping her from head to toe.

Ma’am do you know who did this to you?

Of course not, she thought to herself, but all she did know was she would never forget his face. And it was at that moment things were set in place Kelly vowed her sweet li’l revenge on the motherfucker that hurt her.

Today was a typical day, not much different from the past two hundred and forty three days of workflow. A lonely dinner and maybe a movie on the couch. Kelly was a hardworking twenty-eight-year-old young lady. She owned a li’l quant home and drove a li’l mediocre car. One thing about Kelly, she was well to do and thrifty as hell. She did not believe in spending money if it was not absolutely necessary. Everyone desired her as far as men. But she was single and had no desire to be tied down; her work was her passion, and it came before anybody, including herself. She was tall, beautiful, and fair-skinned, and she was a very built young lady. Kelly turned heads everywhere she went. She was a paralegal for a very prominent law firm. She began working there to put herself through law school, in the hopes of making partner one day.

After work she made her way home. She made herself a patty melt and enjoyed some homemade soup. Kelly sat in her house for a while and dozed off. When she finally awoke, she decided to head out to the supermarket, which was not far from her house. Noticing the time, she decided to go ahead anyway. She hopped in her car and ran on out. She wanted to grab the food she would need to carry her for the rest of the week. She noticed the store by her house just closing up, so she decided to go ahead on to the local twenty-four-hour market which was not that much further from where she was at. Kelly didn’t even second-guess the time and how late it really was. Placing her earphones in her ear, wanting to listen to some music on Pandora, she made it on over to the store.

There were a few people in there, but it didn’t bother her; she just kept listing to her music and doing her shopping. But something did catch her eye; she saw a weird-looking man eying the shit out of her. It made her uncomfortable and uneasy. She hurried up and cut her shopping short and checked out. One of her favorite songs came on, and she started humming to herself and went on out the store. She noticed the same dude again. Right behind her, he pushed her up against her car and pulled a fucking knife out on her. He whispered to her if she looked like she was going to scream, he would slice her ass ten ways till Sunday and her own mama would not even recognize her. She began checking him out, trying to memorize each and every detail about this man. How he looked, how he smelled, and how he spoke to her. She already had it in her mind: either she would be badly hurt or killed. Kelly was smart enough to take mental notes despite all the horror she was enduring. She started thinking to herself trying to block out all the things this man was doing to her, This

fucking slumbag of a man

.

He couldn’t get hard at first, so he rammed his fist inside her. This bitch began biting the shit out of her to the point where he drew blood from her breast. His nasty ass breath reeked of cigarette and beer. She was holding in the cries of help as the tears rolled down her cheeks. When he was finally able to get himself hard, he thrust himself inside of her as hard as he could. He came quicker than a hemi at a drag race. It was over as fast as it began; at least that part was, although to Kelly, it appeared to last forever and nonstop. Well, at least she thought it was over.

Before the bastard left her, he turned around and asked her, Who’s your master, li’l bitch?

She didn’t respond fast enough or in the way that he wanted her to, so he sliced her neck, her breast, her arms, and her wrist. The son of a bitch must have gotten aroused by his work because he kept cutting and slicing until he just came again. Only this time, he came in her face. He hauled ass into the dark, leaving Kelly there naked, alone, and fighting for her life. Kelly passed out.

A couple who was pulling into the store and happened to park near her car noticed her limp, lifeless body and called the police. She was pretty much gone by the time she reached the hospital. And she remained unconscious for the next few days. The doctors originally had her as dead on arrival, but Kelly was a fighter, and they were able to stabilize her.

When Kelly finally came to, she saw her mother, Kandace, and her best friend Julie. Her face had to be bandaged, and she thought to herself how that bitch said she would be unrecognizable even to her own mother. And she was too. The doctors entered the room and explained to her what was happening to her and what type of treatment plan they had in place for her. They not only had to repair her outer appearance, but they had to try to repair her insides as well. She might never have children. She had some damage to her ovaries and her fallopian tubes. But the doctor told her a lot of the scarring would heal on its own. She had to undergo several plastic surgeries just to get her face back to normal.

Right at that moment, tears began to flow from Kelly’s eyes.

The lead detective from the specials victims unit walked in. Hello, Kelly, my name is Amanda James, and I am in charge of handling your case. I assure you I will do everything in my will power to bring this man to justice. Do you feel like speaking to me for a moment?

Kelly nodded.

Officer James began asking questions. Do you know who did this? Can you identify him if you ever saw him again? Can you describe him to a sketch artist so we can get an idea of how he looks?

After Kelly answered about five or six more questions, the detective told Kandace she would come back again another time because she did not want to overwhelm Kelly. As the detective left, Kelly lapsed back into another coma. She was in and out, but her vitals were decent and her test results were good.

Four months went by, and Kelly decided to sell her home and move into an apartment. She dreaded moving, but she no longer had the desire to live so insolated anymore. She refused to be a victim or intimidated by this psycho. She continued to work and finish school. The doctors were amazed with her recovery. She was even more stunning than before. Although Kelly was healed on the outside, her insides were permanently damaged. She obtained a CCW and took up a personal protection class. Her whole outlook on life would never be the same.

That next year she finally graduated law school and began working full-time as an attorney at the firm where she did her paralegal internship at. Her experience had somewhat took a toll on her. Her heart began deteriorating knowing the motherfucker who hurt her was still out there living his best life. She thought it over and over until it began consuming her. If she ever saw him again, the things she had in her mind to do to him. She never followed up with the police because in her mind, she felt it was a lost cause. She had her own agenda for Mista Can’t Get Up.

After a few more months went by, Kelly met someone who she thought fit her. And she felt it was that time to open up a new chapter in her life. They met at the job. He was an attorney for another law firm in the same building she worked in. They began dating, and things got serious pretty fast. She invited him to meet her mom; it went great.