Trust and Believe by Richard C. Loban

Charlene Riley is a typical hard working single mom, who’s striving for a better life for her and her young son Robert. But it seems like every time she takes one step forward, she falls two steps behind. She’s constantly navigating in and out of difficult situations, problems, and relationships, and she drags Robert along with her for the ride. Even though she tries her best to keep him protected, the ill effects of her behavior start to rub off on him, and soon trouble comes knocking at their door. A jealous boyfriend, a rape, and a murder, pushes them both over the edge. It’s dysfunction to the highest level; drawn out in this riveting fast paced story of love, desperation, and violence.
She opened the rear door of the car and we both got in the back. Milford was sitting up front by himself. Before he pulled off he glanced up and looked through his rear view mirror at us and said, 
“Am I you guy’s chauffeur now?”
“Please don’t start Milford, we just wanna go home,” my mom said.
He shook his head and started to drive. During the ride my mom held my hand and caressed my head. Milford kept sucking his teeth and taking deep breaths. I don’t know what was aggravating him so much, but something was bothering him. Bothering him so bad that he turned around and said,
“See Charlene that’s the problem right there. You baby him too much. He doesn’t need you to hold his hand. He be out here running in these streets thinking he’s tough, he should expect things like this to happen. Karma just caught up with him.”
“Milford, didn’t I say that I didn’t wanna talk about this right now? What’s your problem?”
“That nigga right there is the problem,” he replied, as his eyes zoomed in on me through the rear view mirror.
“You act like you’re jealous of my son Milford. Are you jealous?”
That’s when I interjected;
“Yeah Milford, are you jealous of me fat boy?”
He quickly swerved over to the side of the road and yelled, “That’s it, that’s it!” He then threw the car into park and got out.
He stormed around to the back of the vehicle and opened the door, grabbed me by my shirt, and pulled me out.
“You’re ass is walking home!”
My mom jumped out and ran around the back of the car to the side where we were, and pushed Milford. 
“Are you crazy? Don’t you put your hands on my son!” she yelled.
At first I thought he was gonna turn away like he normally does, but this time was different. He reacted. He pushed my mom back real hard. So hard that she flew off her feet and landed on her ass. I tried to jump in, but the meds had me moving so slow that Milford was able to catch me with an overhand right, straight to my forehead. He hit me so hard I saw a flash of light and immediately dropped to the ground. –

Richard C. Loban was born and raised in Hempstead, New York. He is married and lives with his wife in New Jersey. When he’s not writing suspense thrillers, he likes to spend time traveling, and restoring old vehicles.

Get to Know:
How do you deal with writer’s block?
I overcome writers block by taking a short break from writing. I’ll watch a movie or a T.V. show to help spark ideas.
Where did you get the idea for your book?
The story is loosely based on a late friend of mines life.
What’s the best thing about being a writer?
For me, being a writer is a release. You are able to spill all your thoughts and emotions onto paper.
What are you currently working on?
I’m currently working on a story about a dirty cop (detective), who’s torn between his wife and gay lover… Stay tuned.
What’s your advice for aspiring writers?
My advice to all aspiring writers is; if you have a story to tell, tell it. Don’t procrastinate!
Are your stories primarily based around the urban/street community?
I mostly write about what I know, or about situations that I have some experience in. It’s not all urban based.
What are your goals for the future?
My main goal is to entertain, and hopefully attract an array of readers, with my stories. 
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