Exclusive Excerpt: Purple Tears by @KharaCampbell in stores Feb 3rd #PassionateSpot

purpletearsCan the truth really set you free?

Shocking news rips Purple to the core and sends on her a downward spiral. Everything she thought was true now is a lie. She’s lost. Her sister Gina steps in to be the voice of reason that Purple now needs. Logan, Purple’s boyfriend stays faithfully by her side, trying to help her heal. He so desperately wants her to be his wife – but now just isn’t the time and she keeps pushing the idea of marriage away because of her now complicated life. Purple throws her faith in God on the back burner. The need for sex, alcohol and her resentment toward God soothes her as she decides if she wants to find truth from the person that caused the downfall in her life.

Excerpt:

Prologue

June lay bedridden due to debilitating pain from breast cancer and guilt. She was helplessly on her bed in the hospital room. She just had the nurse call her two daughters to have them rush back to the hospital after she had just an hour ago forced Purple and Gina to leave so they could go home and rest. June almost always had to threaten to call security to get her two girls to leave her bedside. The guilt of never revealing a huge secret about her eldest daughter seemed like it was causing her more pain than the cancer that had overtaken her now frail body. June stared up at the fluorescent light on the ceiling, and then slowly closed her eyes as a wave of pain swept over her body. She didn’t want the nurses to administer anymore medicine to her yet, she wanted to be alert when her daughters got back so she endured the pain a while longer. She inhaled and exhaled deeply in hopes of that helping to relive some of the agony that radiated throughout her body. Tears slid from her eyes as she tried to mentally pray the pain away.

After they received the call from the nurse Purple and Gina rushed backed to the hospital in a panic. They burst into their mother’s hospital room expecting her to be taking her last breaths of life. They were relieved to see her sitting up with her eyes closed listening to inspirational Christian music. They both simultaneously blow a sigh of relief.

June’s eye’s slowly opened when she heard her daughters walk into her room and close the door softly behind them.

“Mom, are you okay.” Purple asked sounding concerned, while she walked toward her mother’s bed.

Gina walked to the other side of the bed so she could see June clearly too.

“I’m fine.” June answered weakly as she looked to the left and then to the right of her at both of her daughters.

“We thought you were in more pain or worse.” Gina said when she took a bedside seat.

Purple sat near the bed too, and then reached for her mother’s hand and held it firmly.

“I’m not in any more pain than before baby; I just need to talk to you both.” June shifted her hips a bit to get a little more comfortable, if that was even possible given her pain. “There’s something I need to tell you both, that I haven’t told anyone.”

June looked first at her eldest daughter Purple, and then Gina to gauge their disposition. Her heart quickened at the fear of revealing her deeply hidden secret. She struggled with whether she should tell the truth or not.

“Mom what is it, you’re starting to scare me?” Purple said as she leaned closer to her mother and examined her for clues of anything else detrimental other than the fact that her mother was dying of cancer. ‘What could the news be? Is today or tomorrow her last days with us’? She thought.

Gina just sat there silent, while tears streamed down her face. She couldn’t help but cry for months now, ever since she heard about the turn for the worse for her mother. She felt so helpless and couldn’t bear the thought of knowing life without her mother in it. Gina relied on the strength of her sister Purple. Purple was so strong, and she knew how to handle tough situations. In the beginning, when Gina couldn’t bear to see her mother weakened with pain and confined to a hospital bed, it was Purple that sat by their mother’s bedside night and day, not wanting to leave. Gina found the courage to be by her mother’s side because of Purple’s strength and dedication to face the tough truth of their mother’s failing health. Gina realized that even though it was hard for her to see her mother that way, it was even harder on their mother to know she will leave them that way as well.

“Baby please don’t cry. I hate that you both have to see me this way,” June said weakly so Gina quickly wiped the tears from her eyes.

“I’m sorry mommy,” Gina spoke up.

“It’s okay. I understand.” June closed her eyes as she tried to find the right words.

She couldn’t bear to leave this earth without finally telling the truth regarding her firstborn’s conception. She had buried the truth deep inside her for thirty-two years. She didn’t want to take the truth to her grave.

She opened her eyes, looked at Purple and then said, “Purple, I haven’t been honest with you about your father.”

“What?” Purple was confused.

“Your father isn’t dead, or at least I don’t know if he is.”

“Mommy, what are you talking about? Why are you bringing this up?” Purple asked, still not understanding what her mother was trying to say.

“Sweetheart, I haven’t been honest with you about how I got pregnant.  I…I… W…Was raped.” She finally blurted out.

Purple looked at her mother in shock. She saw the weakness in her mother’s light-brown eyes, and how much grayer her mother’s long, once thick, coarse, but now thin, hair had gotten since the cancer progressed. Gina’s hand hadn’t left her covered mouth since June said she was raped. Gina’s shock matched her sister’s.

Purple released her mother’s hand and stood up. She walked over to the opposite wall that faced her mother’s bed. She was stunned silent, and her mind raced with all kinds of thoughts as it tried it’s hardest to process what her mother had just said.

“As you know I got pregnant with you while I was in college. My girlfriends and I went on Spring break to The Bahamas and that’s where I met your dad – Malcolm.” June continued.

Purple and Gina were in complete disbelief. They both felt like they were having an out of body experience.

“My three girlfriends both had boyfriends with them on the trip and I didn’t, so they kept trying to set me up with random guys. Well I finally met Malcolm and we got along with each other right away. Two days after meeting him we went to a concert on the beach one night. We were all having fun; people were drinking and smoking weed, all that crazy stuff that goes on during spring break. Well after the concert, my friends went their separate ways with their boyfriends, so I asked Malcolm to walk me back to my room. When we got there, he assumed I would let him in, but I didn’t want to. I was a little tipsy from indulging in a beer. He had drunk a lot that night, and I was afraid of where things would lead. I was still a virgin at twenty-one and I had never gone past first base with a guy.” She paused to catch her breath.

June suddenly found enough strength to continue her confession. She was grateful for the girls not interrupting her while she told them her truth.

“Well, he convinced me to let him in. We started kissing and touching and when I realized things were going to go too far I told him to leave, but he didn’t. That’s when he forced himself on me.” June closed her eyes on the vision of the painful memory. “He hoisted up my skirt, and he ripped off my purple underwear as he said, ‘Stop fighting, you know you want it’…”

Gina spoke first, as she cried out, “Mommy, why didn’t you tell us this before?”

She looked at her mother, and then her sister who stood distraught by the wall in front of June’s bed. Purple, unable to handle the truth of her conception, slid to the floor in anguish. Gina didn’t know who to comfort first, her dying mother who was finally relieving herself of a thirty year old secret or her sister whose life as she had thought it to be was just shifted to the far left.  Gina got up and went to her sister’s side on the floor.

Purple felt like melting to the ground, and then she hoped to be absorbed by it. How could my mother have kept this a secret for so many years? It took Purple years to accept the fact that her daddy was dead, which her mother told her when she was six. Purple thought not having and knowing her father was bad, but now, she wished it was the truth rather than knowing her father raped her mother and he may be alive somewhere. ‘God what does that make me – a mistake, and the result of a vicious act? I’m the product of a rape’!?

June’s face was wet with tears from the relief of revealing her dark secret, and because of the additional pain she laid upon her daughters. As much as it hurt, June felt she couldn’t die without letting Purple know her truth. ‘She knows her father isn’t dead, or at least there’s a possibility he’s alive’. She never told anyone about what happened that night. When her parents begged her to tell them who the father was she wouldn’t, she was ashamed. For so many years June felt the rape was her fault. ‘Was it rape? Did I want to have sex with him that night?’ She shouldn’t have felt pressured by her friends to find a boyfriend. She shouldn’t have let Malcolm in her room. She shouldn’t have worn that mini-skirt to impress him. She should have screamed harder or bit him when he placed his hand over her mouth. June didn’t report the rape to the hotel. She was in a foreign country, and the reality of being raped and ripped of her virginity was too much for her to bear. She left on a flight back to Maryland the very next day.

After minutes of silent cries, Purple finally spoke. “Do you know anything else about him? Do you know where he lived?”

She couldn’t believe she was asking anything about the monster who was evidently her father, but that was all she could think to ask at the moment. Her head was throbbing from all the chaos that was happening in her mind and the different emotions that were surfacing.

“All I know is his name is Malcolm, he went to the University of Florida and he played football.”  June answered weakly, while wiping tears from her eyes.

Gina hugged her sister tight.  She could feel her shaking.  Gina had never seen her sister so broken before. She was always a pillar of strength, but news like this could break anyone, especially when it’s coming from your dying mother.

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