LOGIN•IMPLACABLE•
Is a Spanish word that means Rentless; unstoppable. Going further in English it means;~Ruthless- having or showing no compassion for others.I fell in love with 'Implacable' the moment it roll off my tongue. I enjoyed the way it sounded;deep, dark, sexy and something exquisite.
___Having both Native and cultivated parents with religious beliefs,myths and long-lived cultures was Mayeadeh(Woman see trouble) Taneh Chea War Zone.Her parents deeply believed that whatever a girl does will be to please her husband.
There wasn't a single thing that a girl could have done without having to hear about the unknown and invisible husband.___It was all so tiring. All a girl has to do is to live all the days of her life learning how to be that perfect, submissive and know it all Wife.
Mayeadeh had always rejected the teaching saying that she has no plans of marriage so she needed not to be some perfect Slave for anybody.
This choice of her's continuously bothered her parent's and everyone that knew her in Grand Bassa County.
She was referred to as a 'small town girl with no dreams.
___It was all perfectly fine until she fell in love with her sweet nightmare, chocolate Lorma boy, Patrick Freeman.
For Patrick she was willingly to bend all the rules she had lived by and was willingly to put his needs above her.
But even Patrick held his own intentions.
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✓H2°✓FLASHBACK• "Do you always dress like this at night or does this have something to do with my coming here?" Patrick asked referring to the fabric that clung unto my skin."Gosh, you do really think highly of yourself." I said with an eye roll."I think I need to come here more often to see you like this, the view is something to watch." "Will you just put the movie on and stop devouring me with those eyes?""This right here is one hell of a movie." He had his eyes glued to my short white jumpsuit. It wasn't anything extra, it was just plain simple, and beautiful, so I don't understand why he keeps pressing on it.Or maybe it's just me, I make everythin
•FLASHBACK• Have you ever felt like you could die any minute from the tiredness in your body? Well if you haven't sorry, I have. And it's not anything pleasant. Sadly that's how I felt today. I don't know if it's the stress from work or school, I just felt sick to my stomach and there was nothing to do. I had a class to attend at 2:30PM and it was just 9:15AM with me being restless. Rita and Jackson were taking care of the business at MTC Beauty so at least work was off my back. I was too lazy today to do anything so I sat on my sofa My hair laying straight on my back with my edges fixed at the front. I had on a pair of golden earrings with my favorite baby pink lipstick. In a matching pink bra and pantie I tap on my pen trying to make a list of the things I nee
•FLASHBACK• A knock came bringing me out of my thoughts, I was lying down on the sofa blasting my eardrums with music. I wasn't sure about the knock so I reduce the volume of the music and waited to see if the knock would come again.Another bang came and I knew it wasn't my ears that were playing games so, I got up and strolled towards the door. As exhausted as I was that night, I still managed to make myself look decent and presentable. I had on a light makeup and extra eyelashes by 'Bamako.’ My lips were painted baby pink at the center, and thanks to my brown eyebrow pencil, around the edge was brown. My wig was put in large curls
•FLASHBACK• "Rita, where are you?" I said through the speakers of my phone."At the shop, trying to open the place.""Good, because today is going to be very hectic, need everything organized. I am not trying to piss off those skinny ass models.""I understand Boss, money comes first right?""Right. And please stop calling me boss, what happened to boo?" "Well boss, that was before I started working for you. You literally save my broke ass.""Stop this, you know if not for you I wouldn't even be in Monrovia. Living with someone and giving a person a
•FLASHBACK• We headed at my flat that was on the last floor of the two stories building, climbing the stairs but glued to one another mouth. My back was pressed hard against the wall with his tongue nipping, caressing every expose skin on my body that he could lay his eyes on. I struggled to get my apartment keys out of my small shanta bag. Inhaling a deep breath making a quick changes in our position, instead of me being against the wall, it was the other way around as I unlocked the door. I shut the door with my leg. Shoving, clutching and turning our bodies in simultaneous rotations. We landed in my living room that was painted an Egyptian blue wi
•PRESENTLY• "You aren't saying anything, did something happen to you?""Everything happened.""Are you okay?""Do I look okay?""Alright– how about we take it smoothly? What brings you here?""To talk to someone, isn’t that why people come here?""To seek help also, but that too could work.""Whatever.""But, do you want to talk to someone?""I guess." "Okay let's start with how you feel. How do you feel?""I feel anger, I'm so angry at myself but mostly at him. I feel bitter and so vulnerable.""Who's him? Pause."Okay let's skip that. Why are you angry at him?""Because he caused this. He took away every little sanity that was left in me. He made me like this."