Heaven or Hell? Part 1

Well, for those of you who read my short story “No More Tears”, which appeared in my short story anthology “Love, Lies, and Heartbreak volume 1”, you will recall that Regina Richards, after years of mental and physical abuse at the hands of her husband Calvin, finally took matters into her own hands. She did what she felt was best to relieve her of the pain she suffered at the hands of her husband. It was not the right way to go about it, but she did what she thought was best. Regina murdered Calvin by poisoning him to death. Well, now that Calvin is no longer terrorizing his wife, it’s time for him to answer for his actions. What will his sentence be? Heaven or hell?

Calvin Richards slowly pulled himself up to a seated position and looked around in wide-eyed wonder. Everywhere he looked, all he saw was white. He felt as if he was trapped in the clouds. He rubbed his hands over his eyes, hoping to clear his vision, but when he withdrew his hands, the same vision greeted him. His head swiveled from left to right, but all he saw was white. It wasn’t as if everything in a room was white. He wasn’t in a room. There weren’t any objects in the area at all. The whole scene was just blanketed in white. There were no corners distinguishing walls and floors. It was just a white space.

He slowly stood up to his feet, jutting out his arm to help him along his way. He cautiously slid one foot in front of the other as he crept along. His arm swayed back and forth, trying to guide his path, but the whiteness didn’t dissipate. Calvin’s brows furrowed in confusion. What was this place? Why was he here? How did he get here? What in the world was going on? The last thing he remembered was lying on the kitchen floor, pleading for his wife, Regina to help him. His last vision he could recall was her angry face staring down at him as he took his last breath.

Just then, a light of recognition shone across his face. It finally dawned on him where he was. Since he knew he had died, then that meant that he was in heaven. Regina had killed him, and he was now in heaven. Calvin’s heart began to drum in an unsteady rhythm as this conclusion settled itself in his mind. He wasn’t sure what to expect. He had never imagined dying so young, so he had no idea how heaven worked. He looked around as he continued to creep along, but it seemed as though he was alone.

If he was in heaven, shouldn’t there be people milling about? What about the innocent babies and children who died way too young? Where were they? Grandmothers, fathers, teachers, students, doctors? Where was everyone? His mother? He knew she was in heaven, so where was she? If he was in heaven, then he was sure he wouldn’t be the only one there. Calvin’s confusion continued to plague him as he crept along. The more he walked, the more everything stayed the same. The whiteness didn’t look as if it was going to end any time soon. Calvin walked and walked, swinging his hand back and forth, but nothing changed. The path before and behind him was still white. He even turned to look back where he had come from previously, and everything was just as it was before. White.

Just as he was taking another step, he froze in his tracks at the sudden sound of a loud, booming voice. He snapped his head in the direction of the voice, but he saw no one. Fear slowly began to creep down his spine as he searched in vain for the source of the voice. Who was that? Where were they? How come he couldn’t see them? Calvin had no idea what was going on and where he was, but he felt that things were not supposed to be like this. A sinking, uneasy feeling tugged at his insides. He swallowed a huge lump that had suddenly lodged itself in his throat as his eyes scanned his surroundings for the person speaking.

Calvin slid his right foot in front of his left one just a fraction before he was halted in place by the bodiless voice again.

“Stop right there. Don’t go any further.” the voice ordered.

Calvin froze where he stood. His body quaked in fear as he waited for the voice to speak again. Right before his eyes, Calvin watched in stunned horror as a small beam of golden light appeared out of nowhere. The light seemed to get brighter the larger it became. Calvin threw his hands over his face to shield his eyes from the bright light. It was extremely too bright for him to look directly into it. Just the little moment he had looked into it, he had felt his eyes beginning to burn.

“Drop your hands!” the voice demanded.

Calvin quickly dropped his hands, but he squeezed his eyes as tight as he could get them. Although his eyes were closed, he could still see the golden light streaming through his eyelids. His stomach began to do flips as he waited with baited breath to see what would happen next. He felt on the verge of hurling up his insides, but he tried with all his might to contain his stomach contents.

“Do you know why you’re here?” the voice asked in its deep baritone.

The voice echoed throughout the place. It seemed to echo on and on.

“No,” Calvin said in a small, frightened voice.

“Do you know where you are?” the voice asked.

“No,” Calvin replied.

“Well, let me inform you Calvin Emanuel Richards.”

Calvin shivered at the sound of his full name emanating from the beam of light. It sent an eerie sensation throughout his entire body. How could someone who didn’t have a physical body know his name? As soon as his mind processed that thought, he mentally smacked himself across the forehead. Of course. If he was in heaven, then God would know his name. He just never expected things to be like this in heaven. He thought all people who died would be walking around merrily as if they were still on earth. He didn’t expect things to be so quiet. Eerily quiet. If this was heaven, then it was nothing how he had imagined it to be.

Out of nowhere, a television screen slowly appeared in front of Calvin. He looked around in utter shock as the television turned on by itself. The screen was filled with white static, and the loudness of the volume made Calvin jump back in surprise.

“If you haven’t already guessed. You are in heaven. Well, not exactly. You are in the holding station. You are automatically transported here when you die to be processed. Everyone who dies comes here. I’m sure you’re wondering where all the people who have been admitted to heaven are. They are indeed in heaven where they belong. Just think of things this way. You are on an elevator. There are three floors. Currently, you are stuck on the middle floor. The next floor up is heaven, and the floor beneath you is hell.”

“Holding station?” Calvin asked confused.

“Yes,” the voice boomed. “You didn’t think that you would automatically be granted entrance into my kingdom did you?”

“Um . . . No,” Calvin muttered, looking down at his feet.

“It’s your day of judgment, and I will decide if you are worthy of entering my pearly gates, or if you are destined to spend the rest of your days roasting in the underworld. I am God, and today is the day you answer for your life choices.”

“But how come I can’t see you?” Calvin asked nervously.

“No one can see me until they have been granted access to heaven. If you are not fortunate enough to make it to my holy kingdom, then you will never know what I look like. That is only a perk that my faithful servants are granted. No one who has ever lived has ever seen my face. The only way that is possible is after death, and if you make it to my paradise.”

“Oh . . . “ said Calvin.

He nervously rubbed his hands against his pants. The entire ordeal with making him uncomfortable. A fine sheen of perspiration had begun to form on his forehead and on the top of his lip. His heart rate felt as if he was running laps around a fifty-mile track. Worry lines creased his forehead as he mentally tried to prepare himself for what was to come next. He had no idea what his fate would be. He felt that he had been a pretty decent man on earth, but what he deemed decent may not be the same way that God saw things.

While he had been among the living, Calvin didn’t consider himself a Godly man. He had stopped believing in God a long time ago. He felt that if God really existed, then he would’ve helped his mother out of the abusive relationship that she found herself in, which had eventually claimed her life. He had spent many nights as a child praying to God to help his mother leave his father, but to him, God never answered his prayers. He had hardened his heart to God, and went on with his life without ever acknowledging God’s presence again.

Now that he was faced with the presence of God, guilt slowly began to plague him. He wanted to take back the harsh words he had spewed at God in his times of anger and bitterness, but what was done was done. He never lived his life with regrets, but now that he was faced with an uncertain future, he was regretting his life’s choices. He didn’t see the error of his ways when he was doing wrong, but now he wanted to make amends with the people he hurt. God was real, and Calvin was wishing that he had never turned his back on him. The only problem was, it was too late. He wouldn’t have another opportunity to right his wrongs. Judgment day was upon him, and he had to answer for his actions.

To be continued . . .

Valarie’s side of the Story

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Welcome everyone. Today I have the pleasure of interviewing Mrs. Valarie Williams. She appeared in the story “You’re Not the Father”, and I wanted to give some insight into why she did what she did. At the end of the story, it was found that Marcus also was not Devin’s father. I hope Valarie will finally reveal who little Devin’s father is. If you would like to read the story, it can be found in my short story anthology entitled “Love, Lies and Heartbreak volume 1”. You can purchase your copy from Kindle, IBooks, Barnes & Noble, and any other EBook retailer out there.

 

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Hello Valarie. It’s nice of you to join me today. I didn’t think you were going to accept my invitation.

 

Thanks for having me Blaque Diamond. Well, at first I wasn’t going to come, but I changed my mind at the last minute.

 

Well, I’m glad you decided to come. My reason for contacting you today is because my readers wanted to know why you cheated on your husband and had another man’s baby.

 

Um . . . Well, I’m sure they have speculated and come up with their own versions of what happened based on Davon’s side of the story. I never got to say anything on the subject. I know I was made to look like the bad guy, but I’m not a bad person.

 

I don’t believe you are a bad person. You just made some bad decisions, but we all have at one time in our lives. Would you like to tell your side of the story?

 

Yes, I would. I want people to know that I just didn’t go cheating on Davon for no reason. I’m not excusing my actions, but he has blame in this as well. He pushed me to do what I did. I’m sure he didn’t tell you guys that.

 

No, he didn’t. By the way, how is Devin doing?

 

He’s doing quite well. He came out of his coma a few weeks ago. He’s still in the hospital, but he is recovering nicely.

 

Did you guys get him the blood he needed?

 

Yes, we did. We ended up having to get it from the blood bank.

 

Oh, ok that’s good. I send my prayers up for a speedy recovery for him.

 

Thank you so much. It is greatly appreciated.

 

So, according to the story, Davon was found not to be Devin’s father, right?

 

Yes, that is correct.

 

Did you know that he wasn’t Devin’s father?

 

No, I didn’t. I was just as shocked as everyone else when the results came back.

 

You said that you had an affair with Marcus because Davon and you were having some problems. What kind of issues were you guys having that led you to stray from your marriage?

 

I felt that Davon worked too much. He was hardly ever at home. I got tired of always being in the house by myself.

 

Don’t you work as well?

 

Yes, I do, but I don’t work nearly as much as Davon does. Sometimes it felt as if he worked all those long hours just so he didn’t have to be at home with me.

 

What made you think that?

 

It was just a feeling I had.

 

Did you tell Davon how his long hours made you feel?

 

Yes, I did, but he always brushed aside my feelings. He told me if I was feeling lonely, then maybe I needed to work more hours, or get a hobby.

 

Hmm . . . So, you complained to your husband about his long work days, and he told you to get a hobby, or work longer hours?

 

Yes, it was as if he didn’t care how I felt. I work as a receptionist, so my hours are fixed. There is no overtime at my job.

 

Ok. So, how long after this conversation did you seek company from another man?

 

It was about six-months or so. I kept trying to get Davon to see where I was coming from, but he wouldn’t budge. He said if I wanted a man to be up under me all day, then he wasn’t the one. He had to work to pay the bills, so I would have to find something else to occupy my time until he got home.

 

Interesting. Based on Davon’s story, I couldn’t picture him acting like that. I guess the saying is true. There’s always three sides to a story. Your side, his side, and the truth.

 

Yes, that’s true.

 

What were you wanting from Davon?

 

I just wanted my husband to spend time with me. Whenever he got home from work, he would jump in the shower and plop down in front of the TV. It was like we were living two different lives.

 

Do you think he was having an affair?

 

Oh, no. I know he wasn’t cheating. All he ever did was work and come home. It’s just when he was home, he never seemed like he wanted to be around me. I tried to figure out what I had done wrong to make him behave that way towards me, but I couldn’t figure it out.

 

So, Marcus, the guy you ended up having an affair with, how did that happen?

 

Well, at first it just started with a little flirting back and forth. I thought it was harmless since we had known each other for so long. Besides, I was happy to be getting some attention from someone for once. Marcus would always compliment me on my looks and my cooking.

 

Oh really?

 

Yes.

 

So, you enjoyed the attention that you were receiving from Marcus?

 

Yes, since I was practically being ignored by my husband, I reveled in the attention I got from Marcus.

 

When did the harmless flirting turn sexual?

 

Like I said before, it started about six-months later.

 

Who initiated the affair? You or Marcus?

 

It was mutual. We both saw an opportunity, and we took it.

 

Did you feel guilty for sleeping with your husband’s best friend?

 

Yes, I did. Every time we got together I felt bad afterwards.

 

And that didn’t make you stop?

 

No.

 

How many times did you and Marcus sleep together, and how did you do it without your husband being none the wiser?

 

We hooked up about six or seven times all together. I was able to do it because Davon ignored me. He never asked me where I went when I left the house. It was as if I was invisible to him.

 

So, let’s fast-forward to the pregnancy. How did Davon feel when he found out that you were pregnant?

 

He was ecstatic. His whole demeanor changed. He became more attentive, and he showed me the attention he wasn’t showing me before.

 

How did that make you feel?

 

I was happy. This was what I had wanted all along.

 

So, it didn’t make you feel some type of way that the only reason why Davon was being so attentive to you was because you were pregnant?

 

No, it didn’t. All I wanted was my husband’s attention.

 

Once Davon started giving you the attention that you sought, did you and Marcus continue to see each other?

 

No. Once the state of my marriage changed for the better, I cut all ties with Marcus.

 

So, in the back of your mind, you didn’t for once think that there was a possibility that Marcus could be the father of your child?

 

For a little while I did, but even though Davon and I were having problems, we still were being intimate on occasions.

 

So, you were sleeping with your husband and his friend at the same time?

 

Unfortunately, yes. I never slept with them on the same day though, but I did sleep with both of them around the same time I got pregnant.

 

Weren’t you afraid that Devin would come out looking like Marcus and Davon would find out?

 

At times I did, but once Devin was born, my fear was put to the side. Devin looked like me, so I didn’t think a matter of paternity would ever be an issue.

 

Marcus knew that Devin was born, but he never questioned paternity?

 

No, he didn’t think that Devin was his child. I didn’t either, so I didn’t think that there was a reason to say anything if it wasn’t necessary.

 

Ok. So, the truth comes out when Devin is injured and needs a blood transfusion.

 

Yes.

 

How did you feel when the nurse revealed that Davon was not Devin’s father?

 

My heart literally dropped in my stomach. I couldn’t believe what she had said. I thought the tests were wrong, but when she said that they had done the tests several times and he wasn’t the father, I had no choice but to believe what she was saying.

 

We all saw how Davon reacted. Were you scared he was going to hurt you?

 

To be honest, I thought he was going to kill me right there in that bathroom. I was frightened out of my mind. I had never seen him so angry before.

 

Wouldn’t you be if you found yourself in that situation?

 

Yes.

 

So, you had to call Marcus to do a blood test as well.

 

Yes, I did. That was one phone call I hoped I never had to make. After we stopped our affair, I never really conversed with Marcus much after that. We thought it was best to stay away from each other as not to draw any suspicions.

 

And how did he react when you called him?

 

He was confused, of course. He asked me if I was sure, and I said yes. He was afraid of what Davon would do once he found out, but I didn’t care about that anymore. My son needed blood, and Marcus had what he needed to get well.

 

Well, it turned out that Marcus wasn’t the father either. How do you explain that?

 

Uh . . . Well . . . There was another guy. It was a one night thing.

 

So, let me get this straight. You cheated on your husband with Marcus and another man?

 

Yes. I know it sounds bad, but I was vulnerable. I was weak, and I wasn’t thinking clearly.

 

So, who is this other man?

 

Do I really have to say?

 

Yes, you do. You said you wanted to get your side of the story out there, so here’s your chance. You have to be honest.

 

I really don’t want to talk about this anymore.

 

Valarie, it’s time for you to be honest with Davon, Devin, and this other man. Do you know what you are doing to your son?

 

I know. I don’t want Devin to hate me.

 

Well, keeping the truth about his father isn’t going to make him not hate you. He is the innocent one in this situation.

 

Davon and I decided that we would wait until he was older to tell him the truth.

 

You can still do that, but Davon and this other man needs to know the truth, don’t you think?

 

Can we go on to another question?

 

No, we cannot. Avoiding the question isn’t going to make it go away Valarie. You need to be honest and say who Devin’s father is. You owe everyone that bit of truth.

 

Ok. Ok. Ok. I’ll tell you, but you can’t tell Davon. I want to be the one to tell him.

 

That’s understandable, but if he reads this first and finds out, it isn’t my fault. You should’ve told him the truth from the beginning.

 

Well . . . It’s Darious.

 

And who is Darius?

 

He’s uh . . . He’s Davon’s older brother.

 

Huh? Did I hear you correctly? Did you just say Darious is Davon’s brother?

 

Yes.

 

Well . . . I don’t quite know what to say. Wow! You just really blew my mind with that one. I definitely didn’t expect you to say your husband’s brother.

 

It was just a one-night stand. It didn’t mean anything. We were both a little drunk and things just happened.

 

Does he know he’s Devin’s father?

 

No, but he’ll find out in due time.

 

Whew! I think the temperature just turned up a few notches in here. I’m sure you know that Davon will not be happy when he hears about this, right?

 

Yes, I know. It was a mistake that I wish I could take back.

 

But sadly, you can’t. First you slept with your husband’s best friend, who is like a brother to him, then you actually did sleep with his brother. Man oh man. The drama you have gotten yourself into. So, Devin’s father is his uncle Darious?

 

Yes.

 

Did you think of how this would affect your son at all?

 

Honestly, at the time I wasn’t. Once things were all said and done, I started to regret my choices. I never meant to hurt my son.

 

Well, all I can say is I will keep you and your family in my prayers. I will especially pray for little Devin who is in the middle of all of this. I hope you can sort out your issues and provide a stable home environment for him. He’s going to need all the support he can get.

 

So, I’m sure you think low of me as well.

 

It’s not about what I think about you. You have to answer to your actions. I’m not one to judge. I just pray that everything works out for you.

 

I hope so too.

 

I think this will conclude our interview. Thanks so much for stopping by to speak with me. I really appreciate you giving me this opportunity.

 

You’re welcome. And thanks for getting my side of the story out there.

 

Is there anything else you would like the readers to know?

 

I’m not as bad as people may think I am. I made some mistakes in my marriage, but I don’t regret my son. He means everything to me, and I hate that I have caused him so much pain. I hope that he will one day find it in his heart to forgive me and love me despite my faults.

 

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Well, there you have it. This was Valarie’s side of the story. I hope you enjoyed getting to know the back-story of how “You’re Not the Father” came about. Be sure to let me know your thoughts below. I would love to hear what you think.