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Sunday, June 28, 2020
Romantic Story 4 You Today/Solomon's Bride
I really loved writing this story about hurt, love, and forgiveness. I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!
Solomon’s Bride
Solomon Davis hugged his manager for the last
time. He had made a promise to his wife right
before she passed away that tonight would be his
last fight whether he won or lost. But God had
been good to him and he won with a knockout in
the third round. He wiped a tear away, that
rolled down his cheek. He now had enough
stashed away to never have to box again. His
wife was sure he would win even though he
wasn’t that sure himself. He never should have
listened to her when she told him to go and fight,
and that she would be waiting for him when it
was over. Then she passed away that same night
while he was in the ring. He probably could
continue to box for another ten years, since he
was in perfect shape, and healthy. But he’d
made Flo a promise, and he intended to keep it.
And besides, there was their daughter Lizzy to
think about. He was all she had now. God had
blessed him to meet Bernice at a local function.
He never thought he would love again, but he did
love her. And Lizzy would adjust to her
eventually, he told himself. Lizzy was a child
hard to win over. But she needed a mother, and
Bernice he thought would be a good one. He
slowly walked to his car thinking about the
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changes in his life as the result of Flo’s death.
His mind was so wrapped up in his thoughts, that
he almost didn’t see the clumped figure ahead,
laying in the alley. He immediately knew it was
a body. But, was it dead, or alive, he wasn’t
sure. He quickly shoved his gym bag in the
backseat of his jaguar and walk swiftly towards
the figure. Removing the wet box covering
away, resulting from the rain earlier that
evening, his eyes widen, it was a woman. She
didn’t look more than twenty eight or so, he was
never good in judging a woman’s age. Her long
brown wet hair was over her face. As he brushed
it back, he could see her beauty. He quickly felt
for a pulse. It was faint, but there. She was still
alive. Quickly he gathered her up into his arms,
suddenly realizing she was nearly naked,
wearing only a man's shirt which was completely
soaked through. As he rushed to his car, with her
in his arms, he wondered if he gotten to her in
time. There was a hospital a few blocks away, he
would take her there...only time would tell.
Solomon wasn’t sure how long he waited in the
emergency room but it had to be over an hour.
Every time he tried to stop a nurse or doctor for
information on the woman, they simply shook
their heads, and rushed by him. Finally taking a
seat he flipped open his cell and called Bernice.
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She would be waiting at home with Lizzy. He
glanced at his watch. He was over two hours
late for dinner. Bernice said she had some
important news to tell him about her job at the
school. He frowned. He hoped Lizzy wasn’t
acting up and, causing Bernice any trouble. He
couldn’t understand why Lizzy didn’t take to her.
He fumbled in his pocket. The small box was
still there containing the ring he wanted to give
to Bernice tonight, and ask her to be his wife.
They had been dating a year now. But Lizzy still
remained the biggest gap between them. Lizzy
was only six, and always was friendly to
everyone. Bernice thought she needed a switch
sometimes, but he and his first wife never
whipped her and he wasn’t about to start now.
He had family in Detroit and Bernice suggested
he send her there to live. But that in his mind
wasn’t an option either, and never would be.
She was his child and she belonged with him.
He’d always been able to talk to Lizzy. He’d
take her aside tonight after Bernice said “Yes”
and explain things about Bernice being her new
mother.
“Bernice, he said happily hearing her voice on
the other end. He slowly explained the events of
the evening, and about the woman he’d found in
the alley.
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“Oh Solomon, when will you stop being a do
gooder, that girl is not your responsibility now.
You got her to the hospital, now leave it at that
and come home”
He lowered the phone from his ear, then lifted it
up to it again.
“I couldn’t just leave her there could I Bernice?”
“Yes you could, came the quick reply. Why do
you do things like that...you could get hurt. She
rambled on. You don’t know what that girl is
involved in. Might be a gangster girl, or even
worst.”
Solomon shook his head. At times it was hard to
believe she was a church going woman.
“I’ll be home soon. Tell Lizzy, okay?”
He waited for a reply but there wasn’t any. he
glanced at his phone. The connection had
ended….Bernice was gone.
“Are you the person who brought the
woman into emergency?”
Solomon looked up into the face of a young
doctor.
“Yes, he said quickly standing up. Is she going
to be okay?”
“Yes, but she’s going to be sore for a while.
Some broken ribs, cuts and bruises, a black eye,
and a cut lip. If she’d out there to much longer
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she … well, enough said. He patted Solomon's
shoulder. You got her here just in time. We’d
like to keep her over night, just for observation.
You can pick her up tomorrow. I’ll prescribe
meds for the pain.”
“Can I see her?”
“Sure, the doctor replied, room twelve straight
ahead. She’s sleeping...but you can look in, but
no talking, okay?”
Solomon nodded as he watched him walk away.
He knew all about feeling sore, and bruised from
boxing, and he sympathized, but getting hurt was
a part of a boxers world, but as he stood peering
in the room at the beautiful brown haired woman
laying in the bed with a swollen lip, black eye,
and bandages, he knew no woman deserved a
beating like that, ever.
Solomon rushed home. Bernice was
standing in the door when he drove up. He could
tell by the expression on her face that things had
not gone well with Lizzy.
“Daddy,” Lizzy rushed to him with her eyes
filled with tears.
“What’s wrong honey? He picked her up in his
arms, brushing her tears away.
Bernice quickly pulled her out of his arms.
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“There’s nothing wrong with this child, she
blurted anger. She’s just a manipulator that's all.
When ever she can’t get her way she goes crying
to daddy.” She ushered Lizzy into the house with
a push.
Solomon closed the door behind him, then stood
looking at Bernice. She was beautiful,
fashionable, a good cook, a church goer, and he
did love her. But Lizzy was his child, and no one
was going to treat her like Bernice just did. If
this was an example of how life would be for
Lizzy, he wasn’t going to have it. His hand
brushed against his pocket, and he remembered
the engagement ring he had there. He felt the
anger fill up inside of him as their eyes met.
Bernice saw it too.
“Oh Solomon, forgive me, I was just so worried
about you. You could of gotten hurt tonight. She
wiped a tear from her eye that had fallen. If I
lost you, I don’t know what I’d do. I love you
Solomon. She quickly threw her arms around his
neck, and started kissing him. Then she rushed
to Lizzy, giving her a hug.
I’m sorry Lizzy, so sorry, please forgive me. She
looked into Lizzy’s eyes that still held tears.
You’re my family.”
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Solomon watched waiting for Lizzy’s response.
She hugged Bernice.
“I forgive you, she said sincerely, then hugged
Bernice back.
Solomon smiled too, knowing that being quick to
forgive was something his mother had always
taught him, and what he and Flo, his first wife
had taught Lizzy. But, tonight would not be a
night for an engagement dinner or ring, he
would hold on to the ring until later.
The rest of the evening went off well. Even Lizzy
seemed to be getting along with Bernice, which
brought a comfort to Solomon’s mind. If they
were going to be a family, it was crucial that
Lizzy would accept Bernice as her step mother.
It was good to lay down and think about a future
with Bernice. He had finally gotten Lizzy to
sleep, after reading a bedtime story. Now it was
his turn. He had gotten use to sleeping alone,
but soon he wouldn’t have to. Bernice would be
sleeping next to him as his wife. He smiled at the
thought. He welcome the thought of that. It had
been a while since he’d loved a woman, but
Lizzy’s needs came first before his own desires.
He couldn’t just think of himself now, he’d seen
to many who had done that, and the end results
were unhappy, and rebellious children, and in the
end a broken marriage. No, Lizzy first, me
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second, he thought, as sleep filled his eyes.
That’s the way it should be...the way it had to be.
It seemed like only moments since he’d closed
his eyes, but it was now morning and Lizzy, his
personal alarm clock was pulling gently at his
eye.
“Are you awake daddy, she said looking down at
him smiling. Can we have happy pancakes
today. Happy pancakes daddy she said jumping
up and down. Please daddy?”
Solomon eased up slowly in the bed, and opened
his arms to her, giving her a big hug.
“Okay, happy pancakes it is.”
He watched his daughter leave the room skipping
with joy, fully dressed in a sweatshirt and jeans.
She was growing up so fast. He didn’t have to
dress her anymore, just lay out her clothes the
night before and Lizzy did the rest. As he
headed to the shower., he remembered the way
his life use to before everything changed, and Flo
died. He had forced himself to go on, It wasn’t
all about him anymore. It was all about Lizzy.
He smiled. Happy pancakes were her favorite. It
was something her mother often made on the
weekends. Pancakes with chocolate chip eyes, a
nose, and chocolate chips for the mouth, that
always resembled a smile. As he showered, he
wondered about the woman in the hospital. She
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would be released today. He had to go see her, he
just had to, even if Bernice didn’t like it.
There was a benefit of being the boss of your
own business, you could take off whenever you
desired to. Today he desired to. Solomon’s Gym
was doing well and offered aspiring fighters a
great atmosphere to train. And he had managers
and staff that worked with him faithfully. He
now had ten gyms that brought in a good profit
in the Dallas Texas area, and was about to open
two more in Austin. Boxing had been his dream
as a young man, and God had blessed him richly,
now he wanted to foster the dreams of other
young boxers, and offer the best training
possible for them to reach their goals.
He didn’t have to work anymore, but he still did.
He had invested well, so that Lizzy would have
funds when she grew to collage age, of whatever
she decided to do after her high school
graduation. He had a nice home, car, a
housekeeper, attended church regularly.
Lizzy also had a nanny, who took her to
school and picked her up at the end of the day,
and fixed her meals during the week. But
weekends were his special times with his
daughter. He based his office in Dallas, and
often travel for business reasons, but always,
made sure he was home, when Lizzy came from
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school everyday. Yes, he smiled to himself. God
had definitely been good to him, and he wanted
to give back, by helping foster other boxers
dreams, by opening his gyms to train those who
really wanted to advance it the sport.
He never turned anyone away for lack of funds.
He enjoyed watching the young boys train. He
had boxed for over ten years, and had the
championship belts to proven it. He retired as
heavy weight champion in his division.. But now,
that was in the pass. Bernice, and Lizzy were
his future now.
Bernice, he looked down at Lizzy smiling as she
walked along with him towards the hospital
entrance. He intended to leave Lizzy with her,
but Bernice had some sort of a social function
today, so he could do nothing else, but take Lizzy
with him, to the hospital, since her nanny didn’t
work weekends. She was growing so fast. She
was six now, in school, and he had to secure her
future.
“Daddy,”
Lizzy’s voice broke his train of thought’
“Yes honey,” he smiled down at her.
“Can I see the lady too?” She looked up at him
with questioning eyes. Solomon knew she had
probably heard his conversation on the phone,
when he called from the emergency room, to
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explain to Bernice why he would be late for
dinner.
“Yes, we’re both going to see the lady.” he
squeezed her hand affectionately, as they walked
through the automatic doors. Lizzy laughed as
the doors opened, calling it magic. Solomon
laughed too, as he swept her up into his arms,
and they walked down the hall to the elevators,
that would take them to the emergency
department. He would definitely have to have a
talk with Bernice later, about being so vocal
around small listening ears.
It was a relief when he was told that
children weren’t allowed in emergency. He had
struggled as to how to explain the cuts, and
bruises, she was about to see on the woman.
Lizzy looked sad, but then her face turned into a
smile, when the nurse said their was a room
especially made for children where she could
play with toys, color, listen to a story, and play
with other kids. With a wave of her hand, she
happily followed the nurse away.
The woman was sitting up when he walked
into the room. He could see the swelling that
was now appearing on her face, eyes, and lips.
There was a breakfast tray pushed away from her
bed. That was a god sign, he thought as he
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approached. She was eating. She definitely
needed nourishment now.
She looked up at him, and smiled slightly. It had
to hurt, oh how he remembered trying to smile
and kiss his wife after a fight when his lips and
eyes were so swollen.
“Hello Solomon.”
Her voice was a bit timid, but she was a beauty
still, even with all the bandages.
Solomon studied her closely. How did she know
his name. She was out cold when he brought her
to the hospital.
“You don’t remember me, do you?” She eased
up slightly in the bed, her long brown hair falling
around her shoulders.
Solomon walked closer.
“No, I’m afraid I don’t.”
He pulled up a chair beside her bed, and sat
down.
She smiled again, then frowned.
“I’d suggest you don’t try to smile for awhile,”
he said sympathetically. She nodded.
“So, where have we met,? he eyed her closely.
“I use to pester you all the time for a ride in you
wagon, when I was eight years old, and always
say, one day I was going to marry you when I
grew up. Remember?” She looked up into is
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eyes, and couldn’t help but smile again,
regardless of the pain. Solomon stood up quickly.
“Marissa, he walked closer. Marissa Hill. Is it
really you?”
She nodded, tears running down her cheeks.
“Its been a long time Solomon.”
He gently leaned down, placing a tender kiss on
her cheek, as they just looked at each other.
“Girl, last time I saw you was the day your folks
moved away and you came over and kissed me
dead on the lips.”
Marissa nodded.
“Do you remember what happened next
Solomon, she asked.”
“Sure do. He sat down again.
“I told you to stop kissing me, and to take that
remark back, then I was about to hit you when
your dad grabbed me by the back of my pants,
and gave me a licking. Back then a community
helped raise kids, not just their parents. He told
me that a boy never hits a girl, ever. Solomon
shook his head. I never forgot those words.
He looked intently at her.
“Gosh girl you’re beautiful. A long way from
pigtails and glasses.
Marissa smiled again, followed by a deep sigh of
pain.
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“You look great too, more handsome,” she
managed to mutter.
“Hey, sorry, didn’t intend to make you do that
again.
“How is you dad anyway. Your folks still In
Detroit?”
Solomon noticed a sadness fill her eyes.
“Folks still there, but haven’t seen them for
awhile. Sometimes things happen. She fumbled
with her hands, then looked away. Different
views, opinions.” She turned her eyes back to
Solomon.
“Sorry about your wife’s passing.”
Solomon hung his head down slightly, before
answering.
“Me too. Then he looked up at her. Flo was a
good woman.
“I followed your life Solomon, your marriage,
your boxing career. She smiled warmly. You’ve
made a great life for yourself and your daughter.
Her name’s Lizzy, if I remember correctly.”
Solomon smiled happily.
“You really have done your homework on me
haven’t you Marissa.”
He suddenly saw what seemed to be a look of
fear cross her face. As if she’d done something
wrong.
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“Hey, I’m happy you did. I’m not upset at all. It
will give me a chance to catch up with you, and
for you to meet my daughter Lizzy.
They had talked about everything, but avoided
what he really wanted to talk about.
“Okay, he said finally. Looking directly at her.
I’ve enjoyed our walk down memory lane, but
now I want some answers. What happened, who
beat you up?”
He waited, but she didn’t answer. She moved her
eyes away from his direct gaze to the hall
outside, then started to cry heavily. She was
staring at something, or someone, and shaking
like a leaf. He turned. There was activity going
on with someone, and he could see security
guards grabbing at a fellow who was trying to
enter a room. It was her room.
“Marissa, the guy yelled at the top of his
voice.....you’d better get yourself out here now,
or you’ll know what I’ll do to you later.”
Solomon stood up quickly to see a tall, lanky guy
dressed in an army jacket, tee shirt, and jeans,
flinging his arms over his head struggling to get
loose from the guards who were trying to restrain
him. \
“Is that the guy?” He turned, asking Marissa,
feeling the heat of anger rise inside him. Is he
the one who beat you Marissa, he asked again”
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Solomon's waited but got no answer then he
headed towards the door.
“Please don't hurt Rick, Solomon, I love him,
please don't hurt him. He didn’t mean it, it’s all
my fault, I say things that upset him, it’s all my
fault.” She collapsed back onto the bed.
He stopped, turned, and walked swiftly back to
her.
“Okay, he said, just relax, take it easy on those
ribs. I won’t say anything to him for now.”
He sat down beside her again, as he watched
three security guards lead the guy away.
He’d let it go for now. She was to weak for
anymore excitement. But, there would be a time
to deal with Rick, and he would deal with him,
for sure. Solomon looked down at her. Was this
for real. Had he actually watched her try to go
to him. A man who had beat her, and left her for
dead. He had no understanding of that at all.
He had heard that “love was blind,” but this was
ridiculous. But, as he looked into her tear filled
eyes he knew it was real, at least for her.
Somehow, this guy had convinced her, that all
that was wrong in their relationship was her
doing, thus keeping her feeling guilty, and tied to
him. Making her believe that no one could love
her, but him. Well, he swallowed hard, that was
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all about to change. He was there now, and
would be, for as long as she needed him.
Lizzy was overjoyed when he helped Marissa
into the car. Solomon had never seen Lizzy look
at anyone like that, since her mother died. She
leaned over the front seat, looking at her. Her
little eyes wide with surprise, and a face full of
questions about the strange lady. Questions he
knew he would have to answer later for her, as
well as for Bernice.
“Lizzy, this is Marissa, he said softly, in a
whisper, seeing Marissa was almost sleep. She’s
a good friend of mine. She’ll be staying with us
for awhile.”
“She’s pretty,” Lizzy said leaning over the seat.
“Yes, she is,” Solomon he replied., as he
motioned for Lizzy to turn around, sit down, and
fasten her seat belt. As they headed home, he
glanced up into the mirror, he could see that she
was definitely asleep now stretched out on the
back seat, with the blankets he’d placed under
her head. The hospital gift shop was a God
sent. The clothes weren't her exact size, but fit
well enough to go out in public. Rest was what
she needed now to heal, and he would see to it
that she got it. He would pick up some of her
things later from her apartment himself, once she
gave him her address. He figured Rick would
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probably be there waiting for her. And that’s
exactly where he wanted him to be.
By the time they reached home, Solomon
had explained to Lizzy, but didn’t go into the real
details as to why she was in the hospital. He
didn’t want to lie to her. Just saying that she was
his friend, who was hurt, and that God wanted
him to help her. Lizzy seemed to accept that
explanation, since he and Flo had always taught
her to help people. As he reached the house, he
knew that Bernice wasn’t going to be as easy as
Lizzy. He loved her, but at times he just didn’t
understand her. They went to the same church,
listened to the same sermons that taught about
Gods love and mercy, yet at times, she could be
so cold to people when they needed help.
He shook his head as they pulled up. He
could see a note taped on the door. Helping
Marissa from the car, and up the front steps, with
Lizzy close beside him he reached for it. He
would read it later. He recognized Bernice's
hand writing, and just shoved it in his pocket.
He had enough to handle at the moment, Bernice
would have to wait. Tonight would be their night.
He would take her to a nice elegant restaurant,
then later a carriage ride through Dallas, get
down on one knee, and ask her to be his wife.
Once she accepted, he hoped she would
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understand why he had to help his friend
Marissa, by bringing her home with him.
Bernice definitely was beautiful, he watched
her walked to his car in a slender red form fitting
dress, matching heels, with her long black hair
falling loosely on her shoulders. He felt his
heart race at the sight of her, and knowing she
would be his wife soon, made him happy. Sex
before marriage had been an obstacle they had
disagreed on numerous times. Bernice had been
involved sexually with a man before him. So she
naturally expected it to be the same with him.
Oh, he wanted her, but in his heart he knew he
had been raised to be a christian man of honor.
He wanted to be a good father, and example for
his daughter. Having Bernice in his bed, and not
be his wife wasn’t something he wanted Lizzy to
see. Bernice smiled as she got in next to him,
leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek,
then rested her head on his shoulder as he drove
off. She looked happy, happier than he ever seen
her. It was almost as if she knew that tonight
was going to be a special night for the both of
them, and dressed for the occasion.
The Grill On The Alley was a great place to
dine in Dallas. He had often taken business
partners there for lunch. Great food,
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atmosphere, and a perfect place to pop the
question, in a private room just for themselves.
“How long have we been seeing each other
Bernice, he asked, looking across the table at her
as the moonlight reflected even more of her
beauty.
“Why Solomon, she smiled. You know it’s been a
year,, but it feels like just yesterday that I looked
across the table at the church potluck and saw
you staring at me.” She giggled, then looked at
him, with questioning eyes, continuing to eat her
lobster salad.
Solomon slowly got up, then walked by her chair,
getting down on one knee, as he reached into his
pocket pulling out the box that was there.
He held it out to her. He could see the happiness
on her face, and in her eyes.
“Will you marry me Bernice, he said as he
opened the tiny box, showing her what was
inside.
Bernice jumped up from the table. There was
fire in her eyes.
“Is this a joke Solomon Davis, she asked.
Bringing me an empty box.?”
Solomon quickly looked inside. Bernice was
right, there was no ring, where was it? He had it
earlier that morning on the table by his bed.
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Everyone was beginning to look into the room
where they were, as he tried to give some
explanation, but Bernice wasn’t listening.
When he tried to grab her hand, to keep her from
leaving, as he tried to explain that he had
probably left it on the dresser that morning,
when he was looking at it. She twirled around
slapping him hard across the face. Solomon
could hear all the oh’s and awe’s of the
onlookers, just like he heard them when he was
in the ring boxing, and received a hard blow.
“I don’t know why I expected anything more,
Bernice shouted at him, as she threw her napkin,
and a glass of red wine in his face.
“You are just a waste of my time Solomon,
an easy mark, you have to help everyone.”
Solomon stood frozen. What had just happened.
He watched her rush out of the room, through the
restaurant, and to a waiting taxi on the curb.
Everyone was still looking, but their faces
showed sadness for what had just happened to
him.
He sat silent, alone at the table. Slowly he
tried to understand it all. The missing ring,
Bernice’s reaction, and her saying he was just a
waste of her time, a do gooder, who had to help
everyone. Exactly what did she mean by that, he
questioned. Paying the bill he walked out of the
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restaurant, his suit stained with red wine, and
knowing everyone’s conversation tonight, would
be about him, and headed home.
It wasn’t just the ring she was upset about, it was
everything in his life. She’d held it all in until
now. Now he knew her true feeling about his
mission in life, and she liked none of it, including
his daughter Lizzy. It it was up to her, she’d send
Lizzy away, and change him to be what she
wanted him to be. Bernice wasn’t the woman he
thought she was, and she definitely wasn’t the
woman for him. He loved her, but he’d get over
it. He’d been alone before, and it wasn’t so bad,
as long as he had his daughter. Her happiness
came before his.
The lights in his house were off when he
drove into the driveway. It was still hard for him
to believe what had happened with Bernice. He
was glad Lizzy was asleep, and assumed Marissa
was too. He didn’t want to answer any
questions, just be alone, and turn it all over
again in his mind, and find that ring. The
jeweler had said if the lady wasn’t pleased, he
could return it for another style. He didn’t need
another style, just needed that ten thousand
dollars taken off his credit card. Putting his key
in the lock, he opened the door quietly, tipped in
and walked to the sofa and sat down.
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Suddenly, his senses, still sharp as ever, told him
that he was not alone. He looked up. There stood
Marissa holding a cup of hot chocolate in her
hands. And, he saw something else that totally
shocked him completely. On her third finger, left
hand was the ring he had bought for Bernice.
“Marissa, he said surprised, what are you doing
out of bed, and where did you get that ring?”
He reached over lifting her hand to his shocked
eyes. She backed away quickly. He could see
that his tone was a bit scary to her. After all she
had been through, he completely understood.
“He calmed himself down and walked closer to
her.
“I didn’t mean to sound harsh, but where did you
get it, he asked again, his eyes looking into hers.
“Lizzy gave it to me tonight, she replied in a
shaky voice, Lizzy said it was a toy ring, and
maybe it would make me smile, and not cry so
much. What did I do wrong Solomon, I’m
always doing, or saying something wrong...Rick
is right...I do nothing but mess up other peoples
lives.”
She started to cry, then collapsed down onto the
sofa. Solomon rushed to her and sat down
beside her.
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“You didn’t do anything wrong Marissa, he said
taking her hand in his. He started to laugh softly.
The whole situation was beginning to seem funny
to him now in retrospect.
Marissa looked at him. “Why are you laughing,
she questioned, looking confused.
Tonight, I asked Bernice to marry me.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful Solomon, Marissa began
to smile. So you two are getting married,
when?” She searched his face, waiting for an
answer.
Solomon shook his head.
“Not exactly. He leaned back against the sofa
cushion. Took her to a great restaurant, The
Grill On The Alley, ordered a gourmet lobster
dinner, red wine, then got down on one knee and
asked her to be my wife. I opened the box for
her to see the beautiful ten thousand dollar
diamond inside, but the box was empty.
Bernice kicked a stink in the restaurant, and to
just cut to the chase, she walked out, but not
before she threw red wine on me, and slapped me
hard in front of everyone, then preceded to
telling me how she really felt about me.”
Marissa looked surprised.
“But, Where, what happened to the ring?”
Solomon sat up, reached over lifting her hand
up, as he pointed to the ring on her finger.
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He could see the look of horror on Marissa’s
face’
“Oh, she gulped, no, looking at the ring on her
finger. I didn’t know Solomon, here.” She made
an attempt to pull it off, but it didn’t budge. The
more she twisted it, the tighter it felt on her
finger.
“Stop, stop, he said, gently grabbing her hand.
Your fingers are swollen, once the selling goes
down it’ll come off easily. At least I know where
it is now” he laughed softly
“I’ve made such a mess of everything, I’m so
sorry.” She looked up into his eyes.
Solomon smiled warmly. Marissa was definitely
beautiful on the eyes, but more so she had a good
heart, and his daughter had bonded with her.
“Nothing that has happened is your fault
Marissa.” He patted the sofa cushion for her to
move closer to him.
“Can you talk to her, maybe....”
Solomon shook his head again, as he pulled her
close. She wants me to send Lizzy away. Can’t,
and won’t do that.”
Marissa frowned.
“Lizzy’s a wonderful child, who wouldn’t love
her. You’ll find the right woman one day
Solomon, she said snuggling closer to him, and
she’ll become your bride. She voice became soft,
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as she began to drift off to sleep. Solomon’s
Bride, she mumbled, that sounds nice.”
Yes, it did sound nice he thought, as he looked
down at the woman now in his arms, and felt the
warmth of her body against his. The woman who
wanted to marry him when she was eight years
old. They both had some obstacles to get
through, still, but Bernice was behind him now.
God had kept him from a big mistake, and God
would keep Marissa from making a big mistake
too, with Rick. He knew beyond any doubt, that
Marissa was who he wanted in his, and Lizzy’s
life. Marissa would come to realize that in time,
just by him being there for her. They were meant
to be together. And one day he would get down
on one knee, and ask her that all important
question.... to be Solomon’s Bride.
The End
This song says it well. We all bleed, hurt, and think the hurt will never pass, but like the song says "It all gets better with time"
https://youtu.be/qSxyffSB7wA
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