Denzel and I go way back, and it's always been me who causes terrible things to happen; intentionally or not. In high school, Denzel dumped me, and I accused him of rape. I'll never be one to say that I was innocent, and no one will tell you I was either.

When he got engaged to Cherry, I was so happy for them both. They would wed the following march, and everyone knew that they were happy.

I had heard about one of Cherry's old friends being in the hospital, there had been some kind of accident. So I called and let her know that George was in the hospital. How should I know that he would kill her? He snapped her neck while I waited for her in the waiting room. I could hardly breath, much less focus on driving. I went to tell Denzel what had happened, He couldn't be alone when he found out about this. I tried to tell him she was dead. Denzel got violent, throwing things around, telling me it was lies and to leave. Of course I wasn't about to leave him alone, who knew what would happen! So he moved from throwing things around the room, to throwing them at me. I don't know what hit me, or even how many times I got hit, but I couldn't stay, he didn't need me, he needed his sister. I called Mercedes, and told her that she needed to come and help Denzel. I left there, a throbbing head, some blood running down my face, and torn apart inside by what had just happened to my friends; and drove to my bar, it wasn't time to open yet, and I could fix up my head there. I unlocked the door, and who's sitting on a stool but Breeze. How he got in I'll never know, but I can smell the liquor on his breath. I needed something to ease the pain in my head, and my heart. I could see the concern on his face, and I told him not to worry about it, I've done it before, I can take care of it now. He wanted to know what had happened, so I told him. I asked him why he was there, and he told me that he had just left his long time girl-friend. I fixed up my wounds while we talked. When I was done fixing up my head, I had a razor blade in my hand. I thought maybe I could cut his hair, didn't think he'd actually let me though!
He has such a beautiful face, skull shape. I hadn't intended the sexual tension shaving his hair off created between us; but when I was done, I was in front of him, standing over his lap, my arms around his neck. I dropped the razor on the floor, and we kissed. Next thing I know, we're on the bar, myself laying on top of him, and it's time to go.

Two years later, Denzel turned to me for comfort and healing after Cherry's death. Spending so much time together, something happens. You feel closer than you were, and feelings grow. We got married 3 hours after Mer and Clay.

Denzel wanted to be a dad, and I wasn't ready yet, so when Evangeline got pregnant, he took care of her. I didn't mind too much, really. But all the time he spent with other people's families, I had no idea what was going on, and I was busy with the bar as things had been picking up around there lately. Four years passed, and I was pregnant, ready and excited to be a mom. I told Denzel, and he seemed less than enthusiastic. Maybe it was just me, I thought he wanted kids, he spent all his free time with the children of other women, he should have been overjoyed at finally having one of his own. There must be a reason for it, maybe there was someone else, and it became clear to me throughout my pregnancy that he doubted I was pregnant with HIS child, whose he thought it was was beyond me, but it doesn't matter anymore.
2339 Our son, Denzel McGuire II was born, he was beautiful, looked exactly like his father. (To be continued)