Purple Pennies E-Book

Tatiana Whigham

• Herausgeber: Revival Waves of Glory Books & Publishing
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

Sometimes, things are not what they seem, and the things that we carve the most are not always what we need. This story is centered around the life of a young lady named Trish who from the looks of things has it all: a great job, an ideal marriage, nice house, and other luxuries of life. But it's not until she fights her way to the top that she actually realizes how lonely being at the top can be.

As life would have it, it's through a weird twists of events that she gets the chance to see her marriage, her career, and her life for what it really is, a sham of happiness coated with a tint of perfection.

In just 48 hours, she gets the opportunity to have a second chance at life, happiness, and love.

Leseprobe

Purple Pennies

Tatiana Whigham

Copyright © 2016. All rights reserved.

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Published in the United States of America

Paperback: 978-1-68411-175-6

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

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Chapter One

Trish

Geesh, it’s almost half past six and Brian’s still not here. We only have thirty minutes to get to the church, and traffic is going to be a mess. Peeking out of the window yet again, there's still no sign of him. 

Taking a deep breath, I try my best to ease the situation by saying, “It’s okay Trish. Just relax; he’ll be here.” Talking more to myself than anything, I mumble, “Uhhhh, the nerve of some men!” Of all of the nights, he had to pick tonight. He knows that tonight is our annual leadership conference. I’ve finally been promoted to Lead Evangelist of the Outreach ministries and I’m beyond excited. There were three candidates up for the job and the committee chose me; the only female in the bunch! Tell me that women aren’t meant to lead. In all honesty, I had to sacrifice a lot to get this position. With all of the long hours, working on weekends, and all out constant devotion to the cause, I know that I’ve really put my marriage in a rut, but I mean, Brian should understand. Women sacrifice their dreams and goals for men all of the time. And with me being the breadwinner of the relationship, he’s got to understand that I’ve been doing all this for us. I knew that he had a deep passion for automotive and mechanics when I married him three years ago, but let’s face it, there’s no way that we can live off of a $1,200 a month salary. With three fresh model cars, totaling up to $2,200 in car payments and car insurance along with this brand new mortgage (roughly totaling to about $1,800 a month), it’s clear that I’ve been the one pulling the weight financially. But again, I knew that my job would have to carry the household. But lately Brian's been killing me with this I’m the head of the house crap. If you want to be the head of the house, then you first have to lead by example. I mean, I can’t help the fact that I make over $200,000 a year as the District Manager for Barker's Reality. I started my path at the bottom of the ranks with no college degree and in as little as ten years, I’ve soared to the top in both the church and my career. If anything, he should be nothing but proud of me. 

Checking the driveway again, still nothing. Jesus, how long does it take to go downtown and back? Glancing at the clock again, it's ten minutes ‘til. “Why Brian, why?” as I crash on the nearest sofa. Maybe it’s my fault. I probably should’ve told him about the job. But I know Brian; he’ll only try to talk me out of it. I can hear him now ramping and raging, ‘What about me? Where am I going to work?’ Please, he’s a mechanic, it’s not like it’s some hard trade. He can find work anywhere. This job has everything. I’d be a fool to turn it down. Not only is it more pay, but it’s also the freedom to travel and evangelize all over the world for a whole year.  My first assignment is to construct and carry out a two week tour of 'God's Path To Redemption' (which we do every year might I add) which spans across 12 cities and 6 states.  And as an added bonus, I get the privilege to rebuild both a church and a community in Zimbabwe. Is that cool or what?

Looking at the clock again, it's now five minutes ‘til.  I might as well go ahead and call this fool for like the fifth time already. Hearing the dial tone on the end only  irritates me even more. Just as I’m about to leave yet another hot voice message, I hear a key turn in the door way.  It’s about time.

“Brian!” I call out as I stroll down the hallway. “Brian, I know that you heard—"

Just as I reach the door way, I see it. Three men, one of which appears to be Brian. The other two look every bit of common hoodlums, one of which is holding a gun to Brian’s head. Two seconds of this and it’s clear to me that this is no game.

“Get on the ground lady. Now!” yells the shorter one of the two from what I can gather, but stunned and shocked, my feet refuse to move. At this point the horror calls my tears to focus, and at this point, my mind’s no help.  I can’t tell A from Z right now.

“I said get down!” he snaps knocking me to the ground with one deadly blow to the head. 

Cradling myself in pain, I feel my head as it throbs, only to see my hand return to me in trails of my own blood. Looking up in horror, I watch as the men push Brian down as well.  One man locks the door, while the other drags us both (which even now, I don’t see how) to the living room just a few feet away. 

“Yo Kid, handle this while I do a quick walk through.” yells the shorter one yet again. You know, if I was as spaciously challenged as he is, I would think twice about ordering somebody else around that’s three times my height, but the other guy seems to follow just the same.

As I sneak a look at Brian, trying to find some sort of explanation for this mayhem, I find none.  His eyes appear to be just as worried and confused as I am. That figures, when you need him to step up as a man, he’s useless. So that leaves me looking around the room for something; anything to help us but all I see is the extension cord dangling from behind the couch. Well, that’s going to have to do tonight.

“Hey, take this.” says the shorter guy as he hands over a gun to the taller one.

“And don’t let them out of your sight.” Taking a second to let his words sink in, he continues, “I mean it man, don’t do anything stupid.”

“Alright.”

“You got it.”

“Dang man, I said alright. You just worry about you and hurry up.  I don’t want to be in this joint a minute longer than I have to.”

Cracking a smile, the shorter one replies, “Yeah, alright.” And with that, he heads up the staircase doing God knows what. With him out of the picture, it’s clear that it’s only me and the tall guy. Brian shouldn’t even be counted; he’s over here crying and squealing worse than I am.  Using the face to face training that I've been learning in my leadership class, I know that the first step to knocking down the barrier of influence is to ‘bring the battlefield to common ground.’ You know, to talk on a level where the opposing person can both understand and reason with you.  So putting my training into action, here I go.