I Don’t Sing Anymore
by April Williams
April Williams was born in Bainbridge, Georgia in August of 1974. The fourth child born to her mother, a fieldworker and a father, a brick mason. When she was just a toddler, her mother relocated the family to Florida and settled in the All-American city of South Miami. April attended all the local schools including Miami-Dade Community College.
April was an active volunteer in her community. For years working on programs including the Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Annual Celebrations, and many South Miami Community Outreach Gospel Programs. Along with her writing, singing she has always been a passion. She was one of the founding members for the Miracle Voice Ensemble.
Many years ago, her pen was her way of escaping some of the hard times she has faced. She discovered that she could live victoriously and help others by writing about her experiences, triumphs and pains. April’s writing brings concrete reality to the issues within the 21st Century world. She exhorts and motivates her readers to remain constant and dedicated to their passions.
Publsiher: Self-Published at CreateSpace
Release Date: July 29, 2012
Josie Gibbs is a young woman who works in the cotton fields of Fowlstown, Georgia. She has had three failed relationships all producing offspring. She only now wants to concentrate on finding a better life for her young family. But her circumstances quickly change when Keith Anderson, May’s father, result to terrifying acts of violence. She is now forced to leave and find a new life in the big city of Miami, Florida.
Keith Anderson is a war veteran who vows to be with Josie at all cost. But the demons of war he has in his mind continue to haunt him. He hasn’t had a peaceful night of sleep in spite of his addiction. His life spirals out of control when his dreams manifest to reality and will cost him everything.
May Gibbs is their daughter who will struggle with the effects of physical and sexual abuse. The path she walks is full of pain and leads her to live a joyless life. What can be done to save this creature that seemed to be doomed from the day she was born?
I Don’t Sing Anymore is a story of a family who battle through all of life’s circumstances. We don’t always know our path in life but we do have a say in how we get to live it. A heartbreaking tale drenched with every kind of emotion you can imagine.
Excerpt: Chapter Eleven
Josie was so excited that John was going to be stopping by before he headed back up to the base. She chose to put on a white sundress that draped so beautifully below her shoulders. She had her hair up in a ponytail that made her look younger. The children were outback playing with Peeps. Josie was excited when she heard the knock on the door. She opened the door to find John standing there in his uniform. The first thing John did was to pick her up in a strong bear hug and plant a nice big kiss on her lips. John was excited just to hold her again. Josie moved away from John as Mrs. Freda appeared in the living room. “Mom, this is Mr. John Flenn. Mrs. Freda did not hesitate to shake his hand. She walked over to her rocking chair and picked up the snuff can. She used to spit out her tobacco. Mrs. Freda sat quiet for a moment before she decided to ask John some questions.
“So, Mr. Flenn where are your people from?” she asked.
Well, we are originally from Attapulgus, but my father lived in Tennessee for a while.
“What does he do now?” she asked
“He is a retired Lieutenant from the Air Force.” He said.
“Are most of the men in your family military?” she asked
“Yes, we can trace our history back to the Civil War” he said.
“Well, I think that is just fine.” Mrs. Freda said,
“Thank you, my father was part of the Tuskegee Airmen.,” he said.
“Is that right?” she said.
Josie gave John a great big smile. She did not know he had a long line of military men in his family. John picked up her hand to hold in his hand. He wanted to hold her so much, right now.
“Mr. Flenn would you like some sweet tea?” Mrs. Freda asked.
“That would be just great Mrs. Gibbs.,” he said.
As soon as she got up out of rocking chair a loud knock on the door. Josie got up to open the door. She was shocked to see the man standing there in a Sunday morning suit.
“Hello, Josie.” Keith said.
Josie just did not know what to do. She did not know whether to slam the door or just say come in. Mrs. Freda recognized the voice right away. Keith stepped inside the door without an invite. Josie nervously closed the door behind him. John stood up to shake Keith’s hand. The smirk Keith had on his face faded quickly as he shook John’s hand. Josie made the introductions.
“Keith, this is my friend Private John Flenn.,” she said as her voice cracked.
“Afternoon” Keith said.
Mrs. Freda returned from the kitchen with the glass of ice tea. She could feel the mood of the room shift, quickly.
“John this is Keith, he is May’s father,” she said.
Josie rushed from the room to wake May so that Keith would be able to hold her. Mrs. Freda’s eyes became fixated on him. She could see the vein popping out of his neck. It was obvious to her that he was furious to see Josie there with another man.
“Keith would you like some sweet tea?” she asked him.
“No, thank you.” he said with a great deal of restraint.
Josie appeared from the back and placed May in Keith’s arm. He had not seen her since the night she was born. She was big baby now. May started crying soon as Josie put her in his arms. This only infuriated Keith even more. Keith could not take it anymore. And before anyone knew it, he jumped with the baby in his arms and headed for the door.
“Where are you going with my baby?” Josie asked
“Move out of my way you whore!” he screamed.
John jumped to his feet to protect Josie and the baby.
“You are not leaving with the child.” He said.
John was careful as he grabbed Keith’s free arm.
“You better get your damn hands off me.” Keith said.
Mrs. Freda moved towards Keith and said give me the baby. You don’t want that kind of trouble.
Keith stared at the baby for a second and handed her to Mrs. Freda. John followed him out of the door.
“You ain’t nobody.” Keith shouted at John.
Josie stood at the side of her man. She was wishing that he just get in his truck and drive away. Keith did not intend to leave quietly.
“You ain’t nothing but a punk!” he continued to shout.
John did not utter a word because he did not want another confrontation. But that quickly changed when he began to curse Josie.
“Witch” he said.
John had left Josie’s side before she could call his name. Even if she had it was too late. The two men were now in a fistfight. Both men matched blow_ for_ blow. Keith being a marine had more skill. Josie could see the fight turning in favor of Keith. She was almost frozen and not knowing what to do. Mrs. Freda appeared with her shotgun and fired off one around. The two men stopped in their tracks. The children came screaming and hollering from the back. Now Mrs. Freda had her sight on Keith.
“You had better get off my property,” she said.
Keith straightened himself up and walked over to his truck. He spit on the ground just before leaving. Josie rushed to John’s side. She could see how upset he was.
“John are you O.K.?” she asked.
I’m fine!” he snapped.
Mrs. Freda did not like the way he said this.
“Young man, I think you better be leaving now, because Keith is crazy enough to comeback,” she said.
ohn walked over to his car and Josie followed with her head down. She was so embarrassed by the entire incident. John turned around to look at her in the eyes. He lifted her chin. “Haven’t I told you not to hide your beautiful eyes from me.” he said. Josie managed to give his a slight smile.
“Don’t worry it is not your fault.” he said.
He leaned forward and kissed her good-bye. Josie stood on the porch alone, retreating inside.
John was listening to music as he drove down highway 309. He was trying to calm down while listening to music. Then he noticed a truck driving up fast and close to his bumper. John began to speed up to try to get away from the truck. He kept checking his rearview mirror and finally realized that it was Keith. John felt it as Keith rammed the back of his car with the truck. John slid off the road into a ditch. He was a little bit dazed but he soon saw Keith running towards his car. Keith had lit a bottle of vodka that he had in his truck. John saw the flames gushing from the white rag. He knew he had to move quickly. John managed to get out the passenger seat window. Just as he did, he heard the bottle crash against the car. Keith realized that John had escaped the car. He ran back towards his truck to get his rifle. By the time he returned he could no longer see John in the rows of cotton that never seemed to end.
Keith spit on the ground as John’s car went up in flames. He was so proud of the fact that he had taken something from him. John stopped running somewhere in the middle of the field. He had a watchful eye as he headed back towards the road. He took off his military jacket and started walking back towards Josie’s house. He was only about six miles away and it would not take him that long. John walked at a rapid pace as he continued to look over his shoulder.
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