I've been at a hiatis because I've been sick but that should not be an excuse to keep updating my diary. Here's another juicy sample of 'Without Consent'.
Nia leaned against the cool brick building. Her heart raced damn near out of her chest. Even though the temperature was ten below her palms held a thick layer of sweat. Eternity seemed to hold time for the moment. Eventually her breathing became normal enough to get her out of the panic state. She opened her eyes and had to blink a couple of times to adjust to the outside light. A sea of cars filled the whole parking lot and the side street caddy corner to the funeral home. A light bounced off of her eyes and Nia had turned her head to see where it was coming from. The Mazarati that has haunted her was pulling out onto Maumee street. Disregarding the black ice and the four inch heels that she was wearing, Nia sprinted toward the infamous car. Behind her Danielle voice rang out but it blended in with the wind that was now whistling in her ears. As luck would have it, a small pile of bricks left over from a previous construction job over the summer lay in a neat pile by a lamp post. Nia, not breaking her stride swooped one up in her hand and with perfect precision threw the brick. It landed perfectly on the side next to the gas tank.
"Bring your ass back, you piece of shit!" she called out. "You scared mu'fucka! Bring yo shit back so I can finish you off!"
Danielle by then caught up with Nia out of breath. "Who...the hell...was...that?"
"That sick bastard had the nerve to show up at the funeral! Gimme your phone!" Nia demanded. She dialed Officer Frank's direct line.
"Officer Frank."
Without any hint of just running in four inch heels Nia blurted out, "He was here!" She heard Frank excuse himself then heard his shoes clanking against the floor as he walked.
"Nia Johnson?"
"Yes! That sick bastard was just here!"
"Where are you?"
"At the funeral home on Jefferson!"
"Stay right there, I'm on my way!" The phone line immediately went dead.
