a Sultry Land

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After losing her parents in a tragic accident, she finds out she'd been adopted. Alone in the world she (Rebekah) is handed an envelope with instructions to an heritance her biological parents left, and travels to a place unknown specified in letters that include her birth name. She mourns the death of her adoptive parent's, and finds employment to filter her grief. Although she meets a great group of characters, will she find where she belongs, or will she let her life end in bitter sadness, and utter loneliness.

Romance / Fantasy
Literally Lisa
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For the Love of Rebekah


Loneliness is a bad way to feel-

Emptiness is a sad way to live...

-Meridian’s Song.

She ended up in the bosom of her principal weeping uncontrollably, and as Rebekah Derck had not yet realized her deceased parents were adoptive, her life began to flash before her.

“But why?” She stopped asking her parents for a little brother or sister, and soon had bigger fish to fry.

“That’s how bad people are,” Max replied. He did not want to tell her that her parents were oblivious and used for others personal gains.

The Derck’s thought they had real friends but were deceived by ass kissers. Rebekah was tall, already beautiful, nonetheless, still a child.

“Really Max, I’m sure you’re mistaken about creepy old Mr. Bridger,” she teased.

“I’m not!” Max, ridiculously good-looking, six feet-three of him persisted.

“I heard them talking with my own ears. Bridger especially, is a pervert,” Max said with conviction.

Rebekah knew what her best friend told her something she would have to challenge. He cared and even though he expressed his “more than a friend,” feelings for her, she was truly unready for the kind of commitment Max wanted. She trusted him and told him of her sorted past with the dirty old men and he said it could only get worse. Max’s feelings about her parent’s colleagues were true, and Rebekah appreciated his ear, and they saw the actions of people, especially old Mr. Phelps.

He was one of the lawyers from her parent’s firm. He said to her, she looked like a squeeze, for a young girl. He was tipsy enough but that was no excuse for having the nerve to try it. Her parents hosted barbecues, and all sorts of affairs at their home, and Rebekah was their only child. Henry Phelps came later- holding a handshake, destroying her gleeful innocence, seizing her wrists. Phelps, stared at girls her age inappropriately and said how she’s grown.

He said words she knew not the meaning. The next thing was his heavy breathing. The alcohol was alarming, and worse, not letting her go. Reality set in! Rebekah almost fell victim to the man, and luckily, snatched his pulling grip in time, letting loose a shrieking sound! He let go of her. Asking Max what he meant by her cherry, rose-red-flags, so she, and Max were none too happy and oversaw the situation passively, because they knew how badly her parents would feel.

They had a plan, but if the Derck’s knew Mr. Phelps, and Mr. Bridger kept filthy glimmers of their daughter they would be devasted. Max swore first to kill him. Rebekah was turning fourteen and laughed off the incident, but Max knew better. She assured him she would tell him, and her parents if there ever was a next time, especially since they’re neighbors. Max looked after her ever since Mr. Bridger said her beauty rests upon her, awaiting her sweet cherry broken into womanhood.

Rebekah knew what he was talking about by then but winced anyway. She was fourteen, and not disrespectful, but spoke quite aloud in her defense of him.

“Oh, you’re like that dirty old Mr. Phelps over there, he likes to talk about a woman’s cherry too.” It shocked the foolish man, so she managed Phelps worse, called Max from the foyer to talk about their comment aloud, and purposely for anyone to hear. Her parents were entertaining.

“Yeah, it’s me. Phelps is talking nasty, dirty to me again…. Yes. He wants me to have sex with him… He wants to feel me up.. Yeah. They told me… Okay. Come through the backway. Bye.” Max was on the other end of the telephone, and they could hear him, so Rebekah told, turned around, and looked Phelps square in the eyes, and did not care people heard her. Rebekah said enough to expose them, rolled her eyes, and had no trouble with any of the Derck’s associates again.

Max made her laugh. Both men felt stupid and humiliated because their goose was cooked, and they looked beet. Max knew how badly the wiles of any man could destroy a woman and was incessant about Rebekah.

“Yes Max. I swear. The next time anyone does anything, I will say something.

“I’m telling you this because there are people, and especially men who mean nothing but harm to women.”

Spring fever was in the air.



“If he ever tries that shit again, I will break his face. His dentures into crumbled shambles.”

“I know Max, but don’t worry.” Bekah was happy Max had her back. He nodded, and then they split into the directions on the homes, they would do bikes later, and he could not wait until his driver’s license mailed in.

Rebekah really liked Max’s company. The Derck’s were good people, and to all forgiving, and in ways, one could easily take advantage of them.


For the love of Rebekah

The child of Bernard, and Gwendolyn Michel’ was kidnapped in infancy, and recovered, but by the deaths of her parents. During the process, her nanny, fought at gunpoint, hit on the head with a pistol, before the men in question threatened to kill her and the child. With the love of her falling unconscious, they took the child, and left the nanny on the park bench bleeding from the side of the head and awakened by police. She was hazy and prayed no one hurt the baby but she was gone.

For an hour in Central Park, people passed her by. The older woman slumped asleep, so people left her alone to entertain her freedom. Bernard Michel’ reported her missing, and when found, the police called an ambulance. Her report hours later, shows she came to herself, but could not remember about the thug’s, but that their car went screeching away, in what sounded like a van, she was upset and then the doctors tranquilized her.

Bernard Michel’ phoned the police three hours before they found the nanny from his description. The authorities were convinced, no harm would come to the child of the Forbes couple, who were insane over their daughter’s disappearance.

“Ma’am, it’s kidnapping. They took the infant of a prominent couple and had not asked for money. Yet.” They waited for a note of ransom as the police suggested, but their child missing tortured them.

The officers told Bernard the crime felt like an inside job, but who? Everyone was on high alert. Was it a third man, middleman, what!? All they could do was wait. In New York, Bernard, and Gwen had nowhere to turn. They decided not to run, and luckily, he, and his wife were unfollowed in the Sultry Lands. They went to secure their baby’s future, and when the child returned, both parents Michel’ murdered separately after Bernard’s lawyer solidified his child’s trust funds.

Bernard financially sealed her future since birth. With the investigation, and the case solved, the headlines read: Baby Girl Born to Wealthy Investor, Killed... Business partners sabotaged, and embezzled large sums of money…” All over the news Bernard, and his wife’s names smeared, and the reporters said:

“Their associates gained access to his holdings in a plan to take over his empire, and capital shareholders were indicted…”

Bernard Michel’ waited too long to tell his wife their financial enterprises were tampered. He went through his paperwork until the very day their baby kidnapped. Accounting, his books evened, and he would have received all his losses in assets, but with his daughter held for ransom, the money he held in stocks, bonds and cash demanded, the sum was too much to liquidate in time. They meant to return the child. Bernard begged for time, they agreed but did not say at what percentage.

Bernard went to the police. He said he could still hear his baby girl gurgling in the background and knew she was still alive but fraught with threats of black mail he would never catch up. He and the authorities tried to find his daughter to spare her life, liquidating what embezzlement remained, put his home in the Sultry Lands up for sale, and the studio-loft in Manhattan. Their demise made the culprits think he snitched, so they went to his Manhattan home where his wife worked also.

Gwen stored her famous artwork, and paintings there. The intruders did not appear to be people that could afford the property, so they pretended to be workers from the building, even though not due. Gwen Michel’ was suffocated in her penthouse art studio. Bernard lost his mind and woke up each day in grieving misery. He heard nothing of his daughter until two weeks later and then received assurance via telephone, she was alive.

The newspaper headlines had a field day with Bernard’s story, and television further exposed him. Not only detectives, but the police too, had no clues but shook down hunches. Eventually her paintings would surface, or someone would crack and an ongoing investigation of suspects. A colleague ratted out the incident upon the death of Gwen, not thinking their criminal acts could go so wrong, and from Bernard Michel’s death the culprit Pete Evo heard that the baby was resold.

Although guilty, he could take no more and demanded the location of the child. He knew he had to strike a deal, but he was Bernard’s business associate, not a thug, had a family, but now a criminal. He easily made a deal to keep names out of it, and then informed the police when, and where to pick up the child. The entire story earned the front press, while protective agencies made a solution for the child as fast as possible to get her a new home, and a stable environment.

The remains of Bernard Michel’s estates were auctioned, and his brother Caliche’ had to forgo any investigations, given his line of work but accepted the proceeds, transferred it to the child’s funds, and the authorities quieted the incident once they knew who the culprits were. It was too late for the child’s parent’s lives, in which people saddened. Whoever caused Gwendolyn’s death, caused Bernard’s too, back stabbed each other and told who cut Bernard’s throat from the seat of his office clearing files.

There was blood shed and a heist gone wrong. The mystery of the crimes went through the process of elimination, weeks later solved, and the baby retrieved unharmed. Although tragically vast, the ruckus of Bernard Michel’s demise faded into memory, and the child arrived at the home of Bethany and Darren Derck. Before the child’s return, she woke to different faces, was badly neglected, never to hear her loving parent’s voices again.

The Derck’s were loving and stabilized all that. From the dank, dark wet atmosphere the baby subjected there was nothing to her understanding. The infant’s reality was a blurry haze, and she became feverish. Her original assailants said nothing about having the Michel’ killed and with both Michel’ dead, shit hit the fan, and his associates caught before the child delivered. Too many hands stirred the pot, and the child was gone seven weeks and received by Bethany, and Darren Derck.

They happily adopted the infant they named Rebekah, were independently wealthy, but unable to produce children of their own. They were a plain, and a lovely thirty-two, and thirty-four-year-old couple when she arrived. Her captors kept her asleep the time with medicine so she would not be trouble, but in a brief time, her temperament changed, which gave her the low fever. The memory of Rebekah’s parents would have returned if she were able to hear their voices again.

She arrived at the Derck’s home, sleeping from fever, bonded with the Derck’s as her parents, and they loved her. Darren Derck cried the first time she mouthed a slobbery fistful, daddy. They, tickled, and cooed the baby back to health, and from her never-ending roller-coaster ride, she was healthy again. Their colleagues, neighbors, and friends expressed skepticism of the newcomer, having children of their own, but the Derck’s did not take their criticism to heart.

Their peers felt as though a child might ruin their success, or had it been their success’? Bethany and Darren had never considered their employees or associates superficial, and eagerly topped the recipients list for child adoption cases of that nature and welcomed the chance to love a child. They took safe care of the baby, and she did not want for anything. After college graduation, the Derck’s were surprising her with a, brand new car, money, and gifts.

Rebekah was a good child. They saved over one hundred twenty-five thousand dollars towards her success, yet the money collected upon her parent’s death, traveled with her in a sealed envelope until her twentieth birthday. The Derck’s will never see that day but were proud Rebekah. She not superficial like most children, worked hard, and appreciated the gifts they gave. She knew her parents loved her, she focused, was smart, and a lovelier child than their colleagues’ children.

The Derck’s knew she wanted to make something of herself, or that could make the world a better place. The Derck’s owned their law firm and for their love of family, and people, saw the needs of others. The Baby Michel’ was eight months old, and it was inevitably important she placed in a home as soon as possible. Saddened by what could have been her story but delighted able to care for a baby in time, the Derck’s said she was the most beautiful baby they ever saw.

They had a live-in nanny and brought a nurse to help the baby back to health, and forever doted her. They were a family and Rebekah was their pride, and joy, their blessing from the sky, and they, the parents she loved. Bethany, and Darren supplied her with love and all the comforts of home. They were secure, stable people and lived in one of the best neighborhood environments a family could want, and felt they had a perfect child to love. They

could never have a child of their own.

She was a precious gift who wanted siblings until seeing rivalry between them. The Derck’s had a clean, loving, quiet peaceful home. In the spaces of their law firm, they had holiday parties, and at their home, included people who lived in their community, their children, and the playmates of Rebekah. Unknowing adoptive, no one knew her birth name, or her biological parent’s existence. Rebekah was just a happy, creative and imaginative girl who happened as an infant.

The Derck’s were sympathetic to orphans and believed most of them parented by evil people using the funding money for viciousness. Bethany, and Darren were lawyers, yet naive about the minds of their associates and employees of their posh community. People watched their Rebekah grow and looked upon her in inappropriate manners behind Bethany, and Darren’s back and made jokes about the type of girl they would like her to be. At puberty, she noticed people.

Adults were commenting in reaction to her growth. She became leery, yet lead a happy social life, and molded into a beautiful young woman. Her “friends” started to show their true colors of jealousy, but she remained indifferent, focused, and it was a way to her salvation, and her neighbor Max opened her eyes to the world around her. People, including the childless neighbor, and two work associates, had molesting minds.

Rebekah would not have thought those people could be so cruel. Luckily, untangled from Phelps, and imitated Mr. Bridger’s eyes back at him, and her adversaries had not bothered her since. Not everyone who worked for the Derck’s a friend. Rebekah was a bright girl, and close with Maximal Indigo, for whom everyone had an eye. She loved dance class, acted in drama classes and authored short story plays for production. Bethany, and Darren adored her high spirit.

Rebekah had a more creative eye. She was into her third year of college from winter break, and not a lawyer’s sense of instinct in her bones. She majored in interior, and exterior design, and minored in business economics, and resources.

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