Unintended

Chapter 1

I pressed the accelerator to my Toyota Camry down the busy streets of Manhattan increasing my speed to a hefty 60 miles per hour going on 70 as I escaped onto the freeway. I adjusted my designer sunglasses then pulling down the visor in the car to block the rays of the sun. I felt like a new woman. Better than I use to be and my closest friends and family began to notice. So my mother rewarded me with this new car, the best that she could afford and she did well, great on gas and the red color suited my liking. Though I preferred silver or black it still fit me well.
I enjoyed the smile that teased at the corners of her mouth as she first showed me the shiny red car with a great big red bow on top, rewarding me for my accomplishment on returning back to my um... Natural state.

She wiped a tear snaking out of her eye as I thanked her.
Mom: I know it isn't a Bentley or a Rolls Royce or any other fancy car you've always dreamed of having but it is a car and a new one at that.

Me: It is momma and I love it!
I hugged her, actually ecstatic about finally having my own car after 2 years. She nodded with a sniffle.

Mom: Look at my baby girl. Its like watching your eighteenth birthday all over again.

Me: Well no, ma. Its just now my 25th.
I beamed.

Mom: I know, I know. You've just grown so fast is all. I just wish I could rewind time just to witness it all over again.

I playfully scoffed.
Me: Now let's not do that momma. My life has just now started.

She turned to me, looking up at me and smiling.
Mom: Oh, just look at you. So beautiful, fresh and vibrant. Its just a miracle. Now this is the Samorah I knew.

Samorah: I'm back and I'm better, ma.
What more could I say?

Mom: Yes, you are sweetheart. Yes you are.

She sing-songed as she pulled me into her embrace. I loved my mother and all her melodrama. Imperfections and all.
Mom: God has blessed you with an amazing 25 years on this earth and will bless you with another 25 more and more yet to come as you grow and progress, sweetheart.

Samorah: He will mom. He will.

Mom: I'm just so proud of you.
I hear her voice in a muffled tone on my shoulder. She tried to suffice the sobs that slowly crept out onto my shoulder which only made me hold her more, patting a gentle hand on her back.

I smiled as I came back from the flashback speeding around the bend, letting the wind blow through my dark mid length hair. It felt good to be free. Good to be alive. Good to be set free from what imprisoned me for two years. I dare not speak of the past. So unsettling. For the most part, I couldn't even remember most of it. It was all just a blurred memory pushed in the back of my mind as if forced there by an unseen force. But I could remember some things. Good things. Like my friend Jada. The girl who brought the excitement. Nothing about her spelled the word boring. Spontaneous and rambunctious she was the life of the party.

Last time I saw her before I was emitted she was head over hills in love with a guy I barely knew existed, literally skipping through daisies at the thought of him. Then she eloped. I was proud of her but something just didn't sit right about this guy. He had her head in the clouds and his tongue was like silk but with a venomous edge, poisoning her with his lies. I told her I dissaproved but she would never listen, telling me that I was only jealous because she had him and not me.
I only pray that it goes well between them. I called up her number putting it on speaker.

" Hello?"

Samorah: Hello! Its me, Samorah.
I heard a gasp.

" Samorah !"
Her high pitched voiced filled the car, along with her bubbly personality. I grinned. If she could only see the excitement on my face. She was like my sister. The sister I've always wanted. Too bad I couldn't remember much about her. I only knew that we were best friends and had great times. Times that sort of faded into the background when I tried to see them in my mind's eye.