Aqua Blue
Marian L. Thomas
Jackson County, Tennessee, is the home of dirt roads,
overalls, sweet water and best friends, Aqua Blue & Haley.
Aqua Blue has
lived a life of non-existence, for 18 years. Raising herself in a home where
everyone had their own bedroom, including her parents. However, that's not the
only thing that separates her household. Her father’s eyes boast a beautiful
green and her mother was born with hazel.
Yet, Aqua Blue was brought into the world with neither.
Haley wishes her
parents would forget her. Her mother wants to control
her, her father constantly beats on her and Haley, however, just wants to dance
on Broadway. Will her dreams cost her more than she ever expected.
Jonathan Jacob
Benjamin is running from a memory of a mother he loved. His journey will thrust
him into a world filled with secrets so shocking, he will have to determine if
he will forgive or walk away.
As they each step foot into the intoxicating city of New
York, their dreams are standing before
them with open arms. Yet, in order to embrace the
possibilities, they must first learn to live, love
and breathe.
“You told me that a real man should cherish a woman, so why, Mama? Why do you keep letting him hit you like this?”
Loretta May lay on her 20 year-old son’s lap, trembling like someone done come and ripped her soul away from her. Her skin hurt and her pride done washed down the river. The pain in her heart was even greater. The mourning that beat down in her gut was darn near unbearable. But, she had to answer him.
He deserved an answer. She wished to God, she could find one. There ain’t no excuse. No excuse whatsoever, but still she tried.
“It’s complicated, baby,” were the only words that ached from her lips.
“No, Mama. It ain’t complicated. Put that low-down, no-good fool out. You listening to me, Mama? You hear what I’m saying? Cause I swear Mama, I swear on this day, this here moment, that if you don’t— I’m gonna’ hurt him, Mama. I’m gonna’ hurt him real bad,” he replied, as he pulled her reddish hair back and off the side of her face.
The bruises on her cheek sent rivets of hatred down his spine.
“Your father used to say that I had pretty hair. He would say that there wasn’t another woman who had hair prettier than mine.”
“It’s still pretty, Mama.”
“No, it ain’t pretty no more. It done turned ugly.” “Don’t say that, Mama. You’re still pretty.”
“I miss him, baby. I miss him something painful.” The tears streamed down her face as she reached up to wipe the ones that fell from her boy. Her little man. He had grown up to be something fine. Someone smart. She was so proud. So proud. Nothing, not even that sorry piece of a man she married two years ago could rip that simple fact from her mind. It was buried down in her core. She was gonna’ take it with her, before he tried to beat it out of her.
“Loretta May!” They both jumped.
“You tell that boy to get his butt out there and clean up the yard. You hear me?!”
Jonathan tried to ease his mother aside, but she clung to him. He looked intently into her eyes and could see them staring back with sadness. They were pleading with him— begging him not to move. He could see it on her face. He felt it in her body as she began to tremble even more.
He gave in. For the moment.
Jimmy James Clockman came storming into the living room where they both sat. He stood over six feet tall, and boasted broad shoulders, curly hair. and pale skin because the sun had no love for him. He had once been the most handsome thing
Loretta May had ever laid eyes on, since Jonathan’s father passed away ten years ago. Now she strained through the bruises to see him.
The handsomeness that once adorned him had begun to fade, and was replaced with cold-hearted bitterness, just six months after Loretta stood in front of the only county judge and said her I do’s.
Jimmy had done lost his job twice since then.
“Boy, you get your butt out there and clean up the yard. I told you to do it yesterday!”
They say anger has a way of rushing through your veins and busting out through your fingers. They say that when it happens, your mind snaps and you see yourself in a fog doing things that should never be spoken of. Jonathan could feel the anger. He could feel the rage as Jimmy came toward him. His mother tightened her grip.
She could feel it too, as it ran from the heels of her son’s feet to the tips of his fingers. Dear God, she thought. Save my boy. She pulled away from him and used every ounce of strength she could find to sit herself up.
“It’s my fault, Jimmy. I had him cleaning up the kitchen. He’ll get right to it. I promise.” The two men glared at each other. Jimmy could see Jonathan’s hands curled up in fists.
“What you gonna’ do, boy?” Jonathan stood up. Motion is something that happens in seconds. It’s like a blur that one struggles at times to see clearly. Loretta May struggled; then, she saw everything clearly. She moved with a quickness that only a mother could understand.
She grabbed her boy by the hand, feeling the ball of his fist. “Jonathan, baby, please go outside and do what I asks of you. You do it now, okay? Right now.”
Jonathan didn’t move.
Jimmy stood towering over them both with a smile on his face. He had known this day was coming and he was ready.
Loretta May raised her voice as she moved her aching body in front of her son and reached out toward Jimmy. “He going, Jimmy. He going.” She turned back toward Jonathan. “Go on now. Go outside. Please Jonathan. Do it for me.”
Jonathan couldn’t resist his mother’s pleas. She watched his hands release as he moved around them both and headed toward the door.
Jimmy started to laugh just as Jonathan stepped out onto the porch.
“Go on, baby. Do what I asks of you,” Loretta May whispered.
“You had better listen to your mother boy.”
It took all he had. Every single drop of love for his mother to close that front door.
Loretta May lay on her 20 year-old son’s lap, trembling like someone done come and ripped her soul away from her. Her skin hurt and her pride done washed down the river. The pain in her heart was even greater. The mourning that beat down in her gut was darn near unbearable. But, she had to answer him.
He deserved an answer. She wished to God, she could find one. There ain’t no excuse. No excuse whatsoever, but still she tried.
“It’s complicated, baby,” were the only words that ached from her lips.
“No, Mama. It ain’t complicated. Put that low-down, no-good fool out. You listening to me, Mama? You hear what I’m saying? Cause I swear Mama, I swear on this day, this here moment, that if you don’t— I’m gonna’ hurt him, Mama. I’m gonna’ hurt him real bad,” he replied, as he pulled her reddish hair back and off the side of her face.
The bruises on her cheek sent rivets of hatred down his spine.
“Your father used to say that I had pretty hair. He would say that there wasn’t another woman who had hair prettier than mine.”
“It’s still pretty, Mama.”
“No, it ain’t pretty no more. It done turned ugly.” “Don’t say that, Mama. You’re still pretty.”
“I miss him, baby. I miss him something painful.” The tears streamed down her face as she reached up to wipe the ones that fell from her boy. Her little man. He had grown up to be something fine. Someone smart. She was so proud. So proud. Nothing, not even that sorry piece of a man she married two years ago could rip that simple fact from her mind. It was buried down in her core. She was gonna’ take it with her, before he tried to beat it out of her.
“Loretta May!” They both jumped.
“You tell that boy to get his butt out there and clean up the yard. You hear me?!”
Jonathan tried to ease his mother aside, but she clung to him. He looked intently into her eyes and could see them staring back with sadness. They were pleading with him— begging him not to move. He could see it on her face. He felt it in her body as she began to tremble even more.
He gave in. For the moment.
Jimmy James Clockman came storming into the living room where they both sat. He stood over six feet tall, and boasted broad shoulders, curly hair. and pale skin because the sun had no love for him. He had once been the most handsome thing
Loretta May had ever laid eyes on, since Jonathan’s father passed away ten years ago. Now she strained through the bruises to see him.
The handsomeness that once adorned him had begun to fade, and was replaced with cold-hearted bitterness, just six months after Loretta stood in front of the only county judge and said her I do’s.
Jimmy had done lost his job twice since then.
“Boy, you get your butt out there and clean up the yard. I told you to do it yesterday!”
They say anger has a way of rushing through your veins and busting out through your fingers. They say that when it happens, your mind snaps and you see yourself in a fog doing things that should never be spoken of. Jonathan could feel the anger. He could feel the rage as Jimmy came toward him. His mother tightened her grip.
She could feel it too, as it ran from the heels of her son’s feet to the tips of his fingers. Dear God, she thought. Save my boy. She pulled away from him and used every ounce of strength she could find to sit herself up.
“It’s my fault, Jimmy. I had him cleaning up the kitchen. He’ll get right to it. I promise.” The two men glared at each other. Jimmy could see Jonathan’s hands curled up in fists.
“What you gonna’ do, boy?” Jonathan stood up. Motion is something that happens in seconds. It’s like a blur that one struggles at times to see clearly. Loretta May struggled; then, she saw everything clearly. She moved with a quickness that only a mother could understand.
She grabbed her boy by the hand, feeling the ball of his fist. “Jonathan, baby, please go outside and do what I asks of you. You do it now, okay? Right now.”
Jonathan didn’t move.
Jimmy stood towering over them both with a smile on his face. He had known this day was coming and he was ready.
Loretta May raised her voice as she moved her aching body in front of her son and reached out toward Jimmy. “He going, Jimmy. He going.” She turned back toward Jonathan. “Go on now. Go outside. Please Jonathan. Do it for me.”
Jonathan couldn’t resist his mother’s pleas. She watched his hands release as he moved around them both and headed toward the door.
Jimmy started to laugh just as Jonathan stepped out onto the porch.
“Go on, baby. Do what I asks of you,” Loretta May whispered.
“You had better listen to your mother boy.”
It took all he had. Every single drop of love for his mother to close that front door.
Author Marian L. Thomas, is no stranger to the world of
fiction. With three dramatic and engaging books to her credit, this
award-winning author continues to weave colorful stories of emotion and
realism, that crosses all boundaries and finds a home in the heart of female
readers. This has become her trademark.
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