His Punishment for Loving me

"There's Nothing Wrong with me!"

Have you ever had to say that to someone before? If so, keep reading my story!

Everyone knows that the human brain is an outstanding organ! But what we may not know, unfortunately, is that our brain can become a runaway train without you even realizing it. At some point in my life, I found myself asking these questions. How do you know when you've crossed the line from sanity to insanity? How can you tell when you are out of touch with reality?

I’m about to reveal the answers to these questions in my quest for acceptance, revenge, and love. So I invite you to take this train ride, a tour of my beautiful mind but not so-beautiful life, as they say at the train station. All aboard! I can’t wait to tell you about it! But, of course, I’ll leave out the mundane things and share only the juicy stuff with you.

You see, early on in my life, so many things were happening to me that I knew I didn’t deserve. But as I got older, I guess I exploded. I just did things on the fly. It all happened so spontaneously. I never thought of my actions as me taking revenge on anybody. That’s probably because I felt guilty about it afterward. But truth be told, that’s what it was, revenge. It left such a bad taste in my mouth, and I don’t think I know anyone who likes a bitter aftertaste. I know I don’t. So, after a few explosive and unsavory acts of revenge, I began to recognize I needed to acquire some skills.

I don’t want you to think that everything I’m about to share with you, about me and revenge, was of my own originality. No, I had assistance from a very seasoned, intelligent, and poised woman. My aunt Tiffany, you’ll hear more about this fantastic lady later.

But she helped me think about some well-thought-out choices, decisions, and revenge plots. Ahh, these took me on an exciting journey. I called, in the beginning, providing punishment with pleasure.

I learned that revenge doesn’t always have to be evil and bitter. Instead, it can be sweet, titillating, and tantalizing, leaving the palate pleasantly satisfied and sometimes wanting more. So, what can take the bitterness out of revenge and make it sweet?

Knowledge is indeed power! Knowing your subject is critical. Then you must acquire the skills to make your subject want or desire something or someone unobtainable. Once you have this power, you need to know the right amount of pain to inflict. After having this information, you get to sit back and experience pleasure watching them grovel, plead and beg.

But heads up! Don’t get caught up in the moment of this pleasure.

There’s a warning, a lesson I had to learn the hard way. Whenever attempting to take sweet revenge on your adversary, always be careful to keep your mind and heart alert to the mission. There is a fine line between love and hate: agony and ecstasy. And the lines can become easily blurred if you’re not very careful.

So, ladies, in particular, pay close attention to my journey. Once I put my sweet revenge mission into action, there will be three provoking questions will be considered. Questions that I did not have the answer to at that time. First, when did I hop on this train of sweet revenge? Second, will I be able to get off this fascinating train? Thirdly, did I cross the fine but dangerous line between love and hate, unknowingly transferring onto a freight train of madness?

But before I get you all invested, let me state before you even ask. “There is nothing wrong with me.” And the only way you will find out is to read this book until the end.

Now that I’ve cleared that up in your mind, let me introduce myself. My name is Taylor King. I’m a very relatable young lady, and I know you will connect with my story on some level, and if you can’t relate to me at all, it’s okay. You will still enjoy every drop! And those who click with me on every level. Then like me, you will soon learn that there’s nothing wrong with you either.

In my story, I will introduce you to the three men in my life and their effect on me boarding this symbolic train that appears so natural. You see, this train analogy is quite similar to the human brain. But, like a train with many parts and compartments, our amazing brain is also composed of many factors. And compartmentalizing is a skill I had to learn and perfect.

So, where do I start? Yes, Donald King, the man that was supposed to provide and protect me. The one person I expected to love me unconditionally. But what I received from him was far from protection and love. Instead, he made me question things I assumed were natural, like blood. Is it thicker than water? Hmm, we shall see, at least in my case.

Then there was the other male Eden that came into my life. Almost like a superhero! He was tall, good-looking, wealthy, and very much spoken for at the time of our meeting.

Of course, his already committed status friend-zoned me immediately. But he was there and cared for me when I had no one else. For sure, I thought he was sent from heaven or something. He gave me a listening ear, that broad shoulder to cry on when I needed it.

Then, sometime later in my life, before my friend Eden ruined our friendship. Yes, he ended up disappointing me greatly at some point too. But before he did that, he introduced me to one of the most gorgeous men I had ever seen.

Eden’s handsome friend's name was Samson Knight. How can I describe this guy? He was charismatic, instinctively keen on females. I found myself instantly attracted to him. But soon after meeting him, I learned what I thought was his true nature. I happened to overhear his cold, harsh words. Admittedly, I was already on the edge, a fragile and broken soul. But hearing his words that night pushed me over the edge, to the threshold of becoming dangerous.

Before I knew it, I had boarded the train of sweet revenge and was on my way to well-thought plots and schemes. I had made a sound decision to make these three men pay! Not for only what they had done to me. But what they had been doing to women in general. My beautiful mother is a prime example. Bless her heart. She died way too early from a broken heart. The Doctor’s said she died from natural causes, but there’s nothing natural about having your heart ripped in two! No, she died because of one of the three men mentioned earlier.

That man motivated me, along with my other two enemies. I was determined to stop their careless and heartless behavior toward females so no other woman could end up like my mother.

But it was right around the time I was in the process of my mission of punishing all three of these men. One of my sworn adversaries brought me back to reality. I’ll let you figure out which one of the men it could have been. He gave me something I had never expected or experienced.

But was it too late for any of them to redeem themselves? Or had my runaway train no longer had any brakes?

~~~~~~ One Night I won't forget.

So here I was at one of the most excellent restaurants in the city. I'm sitting here looking into the dark dreamy eyes of Samson Knight. He had taken me out to have a divine candlelight dinner. I’m sitting here cozy next to him with my fingers entwined with his. We'd drawn a crowd of stares on the dance floor later that evening. While we were grooving together, all pressed up tight against each other. Samson’s sexy voice filled the air with laughter. He wrapped me in his arms, fitting my hips into his, matching his tempo to mine.

Samson Knight was not a man I'd ever thought I would stand a chance with or even be attracted to. Indeed, I didn’t think we would have anything in common, but to my surprise, we connected on many levels. We liked the same music and loved dance, art, books, and traveling. He certainly has changed my impression of him. Before this, I viewed Samson as having an air, a heartless man because of who he was and his status in life. But when he opened up to me, I found out he hadn't grown up privileged or felt that way.

Later that evening, he dropped me off at my home and walked me to my door like a gentleman. We shared what seemed like a never-ending kiss, with him whispering in my ear.

"You are so beautiful."

I don't think we've ever experienced a kiss or a moment quite like that. That kiss told me everything, and I could tell from it that it was only a matter of time before we entered into an even more committed relationship.

Now I’m standing in my bedroom, floating on cloud nine as I prepare for bed. After washing my face, I looked in the mirror and felt this heavy weight of immense guilt wash over me. I tried to ignore this unwarranted feeling as I climbed into bed. It was almost midnight, and for some strange reason, I couldn't sleep. I felt agitated and found myself tossing and turning. I have to call Samson. It's not in my nature to do this or be this way. I can't keep living with this guilt.

Samson immediately responded to my phone call. I told him, "I need to see you. Can you come over? I’ll leave the door unlocked for you. Just come in."

Samson told me he would be at my place in thirty minutes. It didn't leave me with much time to go over in my head what or how I would do this, but I figured it was best to be honest and as raw with him as possible.

When he entered, I could hear his footsteps anxiously pacing back and forth across my living room floor. I know he was wondering what I wanted to share with him. He must be going insane trying to figure out what was so urgent that it couldn't wait or be shared with him over the phone. I wished it was that simple, but it was something I thought he should see with his own eyes. It was of necessity that I do this tonight, or I might never be able to do it.

I've struggled with this for some time, and I know I must be brave and do the right thing for him because now I know he doesn't deserve a girl like me.

It was almost 1 in the morning. I knew Samson was waiting for me, and I had to face him.

The time has come. I can no longer keep putting it off. Oh my God! What will happen when I do?