First Lady of the United States. Mercedes Caryn Elaine Jones Evans is an American lawyer and author. She is married to the 45th and current President of the United States, William Samuel Evans Sir, and is the second African-American First Lady of the United States. However she's the first to be married to a Caucasian President. Making them the first interracial couple in office. She is also the mother of three, William Samuel Jr. (deceased), Mackenzie Caryn, and Madison Elaine. [ var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5181924"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "http://freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write(""); citizens | var fhsh = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id_h = "3069621"; fhsh.src = "http://freehostedscripts.net/ocount.php?site="+fhs_id_h+"&name=&a=1"; document.head.appendChild(fhsh);document.write(""); voting for hope ] "Mean is so over." -Mercedes Evans
You are such a noble man, such a fierce leader. A visionary far ahead of his time, whose wisdom and power can not be measured by mere words alone. You’ve overcome so many obstacles in your life, climbed many mountains, and accomplished a multitude of unfathomable things in the short time you’ve been here. With all that you do, above and beyond it you are the world’s best Father. A title that you take just as seriously as that of our US President. I along with our three beautiful children can not thank you enough for every single thing you've done, are currently doing, and intend to do for us in the future. We all love you.
I am always asked to be so strong, the irony of that so oblivious to many. The only time I’d ever realized my strength, was not when I bore you into this World, but when I carried your casket to it’s grave.
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INVOLVED: Mercedes Evans and William Samuel Evans
LOCATION: Loudon Park Cemetery; Baltimore, Maryland
TIME FRAME: -
NOTES: Mercedes goes back to the family home.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: trigger warning; mentions teen death.
“We’ve arrived, Mr. President.” The frozen Baltimore wind whooshed into the car. William clutched his knees, inhaling the stiff, bitter cold. “Of course.” He whispered; stomach clenched. Where else could they be? He exhaled and inhaled, wrestling the emotion to leave this Godless place. “Sir…” William’s head snapped to the face of the secret service agent. Nothing changed about the guard’s demeanor. Not his face; or his hand holding the door of the presidential limousine. But the trained killer conceded. He took a half step away from the open door.
She’d been seen in better light than this, even as snow fell, she couldn’t bring herself to get up. The stairs had her bound to them, despite how horribly uncomfortable laying against them was her body hadn’t quite caught up with her mind. She blinked slowly as she gazed at nothing in particular, exhaustion had met its match with heartbreak and now they both tangoed with her soul. The tears against her face left like ice cubes yet, she still didn’t move. How could she? She’d be leaving him here again, as she did before, as she’d done the day of his funeral, like she had every day for several months on end after that. She was bound, rather it was her body or her soul that she didn’t know but she was okay, okay with the thought of dying here. Because she didn’t see herself moving, getting up wasn’t a choice, she’d lay here, lying near him here brought more peace than the pillows she’d lie on elsewhere.
William nodded, an affirming action for himself, then climbed from the car. His feet crunch on the snow-covered gravel of the drive. He rose from the car, working his glove over his hand, determined to tower over the bone filled ground. A reminder to the sea of graves they had no claim on him. Pulling in another deep breath, the cold burned his chest. So, he repeated the process over and over again. Claiming another victory over reaper. Six secret service men surrounded the president, leading him through the labyrinth of graves. Everything is covered in white. Everything except the ring of guards surrounding Mercedes. They stood out like some dark omen arriving too late. That’s when he spots her. “Jesus…” He utters and breaks into a run. The men quickened their pace, keeping pace with the older man. William tore at the buttons of his overcoat. Hissing, he uses his teeth to pull off his glove and spits it to the ground. He tugs at the last 3 buttons of his coat, removing it. Going to one knee, he threw the jacket over the first lady, tucking it in around her frame. His finger brushed over her bangs, her already frozen skin alarming him further. “Mercedes … it’s time to go.”
Mercedes breathed a heavy sigh; her fingers were freezing at any moment she felt they’d fall off. But it still wasn’t enough for her. Her eyes closed for a moment before she opened them longingly. Again, staring off at nothing at all until she heard his voice, her eyes moved slowly to climb up her husband. One arm tucked under her head she said, “what are you doing here?” confused and dazed to an extent. His words were so predictable, it’s time to go, of course it was. His jacket did feel a little warmer though “I was in labor with him for 26 hours” she spoke her eyes fixed on a headstone nearby “and I didn’t even get to spend 26 years with him” she said, a sniffle leaving her as she closed her eyes.
Williams squeezed his lips together to keep his teeth from chattering. “I tried to call.” He told her softly, “You didn’t answer. So… I came.” He told her rubbing his thumb across her cheek. His eyes clung to her face as if she was the last life vest on a sinking ship. “I know. It’s not fair.” He looked up at the sky and exhaled, at a loss for words. “Hey, hey.” he said after a moment, “Here.” he slipped his hand under his wife’s arm, lifting it. Then rested her head in his lap. Silently, he ran his hand down the length of her body. It was not a gentle, loving gesture. He wanted to rub warmth back into limbs.
She almost felt the love in his statement and his touch when he caressed her cheek, a simple action that brought back so many memories of what used to be. He shifted her slightly and she winced at the sudden change, she knew she needed to get up. Mercedes shifted her sleeping feet a bit, trying to wiggle some life in them in her suede heel. “I did it to spite you at first, but I have so many people counting on me to make a change in this world. And I don’t know if I can, Madison was right I can’t handle all of this. What’s left of my heart is just breaking all over again…” she said as she began to break down.
William’s hand slowed to a stop. He’d ranted and even accused her of using this to hurt him. Somehow her confirming his accusations. That hurt. His jaw cliched and he swallowed thickly but went back to rubbing the woman’s side. “You are changing the world. Right now.” He said matter of fact. “You are brave enough to know your limits. To show the world, it’s okay to grieve.” He exhaled a white cone spreading out in front of him. A pain expression came to his face as he thought of his little girls. “Our daughter is insightful. You need more time to heal. That’s all. Then you can do anything you want. You always have.” He felt her sobs coming, instinctively. He leaned in to cover her with his body, kissing her hair as he repeated over and over again. “It’s fine… It’s fine.”
He spoke to her like a grief counselor, where was his emotion? She sniffled hard when she thought about it to herself, he accused of moving on, yet they never saw him do anything. Just like now. A pat, a rub, a kiss to the hair. His son had died, his only son. And the only thing he could offer her was “it’s fine” it fell from her lips, a pivotal moment of realization. It jolted her to realize that he had given her her own rope. She was quizzical even now, blinking a few times before she said “I need to get up” sluggishly to him. So, she attempted, sniffling again Mercedes patted her face a little dry with her bare fingers and pulled herself into an upright position.
William eased back giving Mercedes the space to right herself. His hand slipped low on her waist, but he didn’t move from his seated position. This was what he needed her to do. He nor the secret service could move his wife. She had to want it for herself. It was her nature. One of his favorite parts.
As she sat upright the damage, she’d cause to her aging body finally showed its ugly head, but she inhaled and exhaled to herself. Closing her eyes for a moment she shifted only a little before she opened them. “Okay” she said to herself as she swallowed down the grief for now “okay” Mercedes said, stretching out her hands for the two men she had grown to love dearly. It was their job to protect her yes, so by right she had to love them for that. But honestly, they were comforting, though others might not have seen it that way at all. With the men’s help she got onto her feet with slight discomfort here and there “thank you” she said to them politely.
William stayed silent as Mercedes reset herself. He watched her come back from the brink overseeing it all, patience. He exhaled, relaxing physically when she reached for assistance. Then eased himself to a standing, shaking, a bit at the loss of warmth his wife’s body provided. He reached for her hand now, taking it lightly. “Ready?”
Mercedes wiped her face dry with her hands, her makeup was probably ruined right now after all of that crying. She inhaled and exhaled deeply again looking at her husband. “Yeah” she said before she looked towards the boys resting place. “One second” she said as she moved back towards the structure again, holding the man’s coat against herself “okay kid, I have to go now. I’ll be back” she said “I wish I could take you with me” she said it was irrational, but it didn’t stop her from thinking that. “Again, I am so sorry” she told him “I could have done more, could’ve helped with what was paining you. But I guess my karma is living the rest of my life with my own….” she said before she leaned in and kissed the door of the building leaving her stained lip print. “I love you” she told him as she pulled away finally. “I’m ready now” she said as she grabbed his hand finally.
William turned solemnly as Mercedes returned to the mausoleum. His eyes lowered, her words of goodbye pulling at him, his mouth twitching but he clapped his lips shut holding tight to his thoughts and sentiments. She would return year after year. And there was nothing he could do to stop her. Did he really expect her to do anything different? He wrestled with that thought, until her hand returned to his. Her words pulled him from his thoughts. It was time to depart, he met her eyes and gently reclaimed her hand.
As Mercedes held his hand, she finally realized for the first time the detriment of what she’d done. She saw the News vans and the paparazzi; she hid a bit. She couldn’t imagine what was being reported and she knew once again that she may have caused a bit of trouble when it came to him. He was the President now to some degree; she really didn’t have simple human rights because everything she did or could do would be used against them. Or paint her in a bad light. Sighing to herself, she tucked some hair behind her ear as she looked down while she walked.
The press of reporters were held back by a line of men in black. Never had William ever been so grateful to the Secret Service. He followed close on the heels of the Service men as they wounded their way back to the awaiting warmth of the limo. The service man in front of him touched his ear. “Mr. President, they are asking for a statement. The press wants to know if the first lady is okay.” William continued to move mouth drawn. “Mr. President” “We need to get back to the cars” he said, stiffly. “I’ll issue a statement when we get home.”
With her eyes low Mercedes walked alongside William, she only looked up when she heard the man. It was just another thorn being added to William’s side and she knew she’d probably hear a complaint about that later. However, she’d have enough time to think of a good enough statement to write for him to make up for it, hopefully.
William’s hand tightened on his Mercedes, steps quickening when the car came into view. He’d done his best to ignore the cold, but the snow accumulating in his hair and on shoulders was causing his entire body to shake. The men had the door open when they approached. William stepped aside ushering Mercedes forward.
Mercedes felt him squeeze her hand and she looked up at him, moving her hand for her nose. It was freezing out here and what she wore was not built for it. Hopefully she didn’t get sick for being so stupid, her tights were damp from the snow. Moving into the vehicle she let his hand go and slid to the other side as she sighed in the warmth, closing her eyes. She rested her elbow against the window and rubbed her temples a bit.
William waited for Mercedes to clear the car door, then climbed in behind her. He wrapped his arms around his frame and rubbed frantically at his shoulders, forcing warm blood back into his arms. There in front of him were two large blankets. He grabbed one and opened it laying over Mercedes before taking the other for himself.
Mercedes only leaned up when she felt William she shifted against the seat, feeling for her purse but it wasn’t with her. “Damn” she said as they began to move, she could have used a pen and paper. “I’ll write something” she told him as she toed her heels off. She gently rubbed her feet as she looked out the window for a moment, snapping back to reality. She had two other children and it hit her “where is Madison and Mackenzie?” she asked him.
William wrapped the blanket over himself, sighing. He turned his head slowly towards Mercedes the ever-deepening lines on his forehead becoming cavernous. “Don’t worry. Either Phillip will have something prepared, or we’ll see to it on the plane.” At her next question he turned away from Mercedes and removed his remaining glove with his teeth. “They’re at home. I asked them to stay off social media and the TV until I-- We could get back to speak with them” he said, biting off his words.
“Okay” she said back to him noting his short tone and she looked away from him. “I didn’t think that would be a spectacle too” she argued though he hadn’t really started one. Mercedes looked out the window, watching as they passed by homes and trees alike. “But of course, I’ll be blamed for that, why even bother….” she said under her breath.
William closed his eyes. “No… No…” He exhaled, “You need to rest first. After we have rested, we will see what needs to be done.” He said head, falling to the side. “Nobody’s blaming you. You’re a grieving mother going to see her child. No one is going to blame you for that. Just rest.” He repeated, rubbing his hand over his face.
“I wasn’t referring to the media” Mercedes said back to him as she rolled her eyes gently. She leaned back against the seat, her eyes still on the road as she peered out the window. She couldn’t be worried about him, Phillip, or however had taken her writing spot from her. She had to now devise the proper way to handle her children especially Madison.
William’s eyes opened gradually, and he turned his head to look over at Mercedes. “Then what are you referring to?” He asked, doing little now to mask his growing irritation. He might have just spun the perfect narrative but the reality of what had just transpired was beginning to set in.
Mercedes didn’t say anything to the man instead she just sat there with her head resting back against the seat. She rolled her eyes shut deciding within herself that right now was not the time even if she didn’t say it.
William sat up, the blanket slipping from his shoulders. He rubbed his hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I...” William shook his head and dropped back against the seat, turning his face towards the window.
INVOLVED: Mercedes Evans
TIME FRAME: -
LOCATION: Loudon Park Cemetery; Baltimore, Maryland.
SUMMARY: Mercedes goes to Williams gravesite.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: trigger warning; mentions teen death.
As the motorcade rounded towards the direction of Loudon Park Cemetery where their son now lied. Though they had taken a lot of time to devise his final resting place, putting him in a place that they deemed fit still was a hard revelation to come by. It was an area of which he’d never leave and she hated to think about that truly. She spent a day at her old home and another in the hotel room locked away watching the videos she’d taken from their home of him. Though she was set to leave today she couldn’t leave without actually going to see him, well talk to him rather.
So here she was; as the door opened she let herself out of standing tall in her heels. She looked around at all the vehicles, she stuck her hands in her pockets as she walked with men. She knew where he was without even looking, she counted her actual footsteps as she moved for the mausoleum. When she reached it, she moved up to the door and she stared at it for a while in silence. She inhaled and exhaled slowly as tears began to roll down her cheeks “I am so sorry” she began before she opened her watery eyes to look at the door. She touched it gently but drew her hand back and looked away.
“I couldn’t leave without coming to see you, so I came” she said as she sniffled, wiped her nose with her hand and looked back towards the boy’s grave. “Against my better judgement because you’ve really left me in a shell of myself SJ” she said to the boy shaking her head. “I don’t know what to do anymore” she said, her shoulders rising as she began to cry harder. “I am so lost without you, we all are and it’s” she said shaking her head again. “I went along with your father thinking America needed people like us to be the face of adversity…” she said swallowing hard. “But I don’t think I can do it,” she said to him honestly. “I don’t think we change the World because the one we are living in currently is far from what we really portray” she told him, wiping her hand down her face.
“I, uh” she said sniffling again, she swallowed as she looked off into the distance watching snowfall around them. She looked up at the sky for a moment before she said “I am doing this to honor you” she finally told him. “Nothing I can do will ever bring you back” she broke “but there are other people hurting just like me William and I can’t stand to think of that” she released. “I have no life without you here I might as dedicated to something, to lay it on the line for someone. Mean Stinks grew into something I didn’t not prepare myself for, at first I will admit that I did it to get back at your father but hurting him only hurts me in the end….” she said. “I hurt Madison, and I didn’t mean for that to happen that’s not what I wanted” she said covering her face with her hand.
Mercedes lowered herself against the steps of the building, crying out in agony. The public eye had no respect for a person, even in a moment like this cameras flashed, people wrote what they assumed was happening on pads to go back and tell the masses. A mother was grieving her lost son but what the public saw was a powerful woman at her breaking point and they wanted to profit off of it. Never had they seen the woman this way, it was in a way a means for the nation to understand her pain or judge her for it. That would be their own individual choices. As more cameras flashed, as vans were called in to record such pain Mercedes went without notice of this.
“I want to fight the bigger fight but I don't think I can do it, I am not strong enough” she confessed to him. “You sister was right, it just opened wounds, though truthfully they never healed. I want this to be my healing and it isn’t” she cried, finally dropping her hand. “I know you did what you thought was right, I know you didn’t see any other way out of it William but why did you have to do it to me…”
INVOLVED: Mercedes Evans
LOCATION: Evans’ Home; Baltimore, Maryland
TIME FRAME: -
NOTES: Mercedes goes back to the family home.
Mercedes walked into their old family home, it had been a few months since she’d physically stood in the place. She stood in the living room looking around, there were so many memories the place held. There was an overflow of good ones she’d always cherish, however the dark cloud that kept them distant memories still hung over the home. No matter what flashed into her mind, it was replaced with a darker memory that loomed in their son's old bedroom. She looked over her shoulder, she wasn’t technically alone here. The Secret service was always right where they needed to be at all times. She moved into the home further, moving in the direction of what had drawn her back home in the first place.
She moved up the stairs, as she did she removed her long coat and draped it over her arm. She walked down the hallway passing her old bedroom, her daughter’s rooms, pushing the door open to William’s old room. She hadn’t touched anything, she didn’t allow the girls or anyone in the room. You could call that selfish yes, but she couldn’t find it within herself to let them. She looked around before she crossed the threshold. The air was so heavy, she blinked a few tears away before she moved inside further resting her coat on the back of his desk chair.
Sitting on his bed she looked around the room, just taking in all of his things. All of the trophies, awards, and medals displayed. His school backpack resting against the floor, she smiled at first and then tears fell as she sniffled. She stood up moving to his closet, opening it and eyeing all of the clothing that adorned it. She pulled a hoodie out of it, holding it up to her nose and she inhaled her eyes closing. It smelled like him. Even now. How was that possible? She moved to sit on the bed, a few more tears rolling down her cheek as she inhaled again. She pulled the hoodie down and looked at it before she held it to her chest.
Time had passed, how much she didn’t know at the moment. She got lost in all of his stuff, all of his things. Bringing back memories and tons of tears she thought she was capable of producing. She folded the boy’s hoodie and then grabbed another hoodie of his out of his closet, looking up she found an old bear of his. She thought he had gotten rid of it long ago, but she guessed he hadn’t. She pulled down moving back to the bed again, she looked it over before she sat it down and folded the other hoodie of his. She placed the hoodie aside before she picked the bear back up hugging it to her chest now. There were the tears again, she wiped them away. Grabbing the hoodies she finally walked out of his room, closing the door behind her and moving down the hallway and stairs with his things in her hands.
In their living room under their tv behind closed cabinetry there were videos of their children over the years. A system they adapted to early on considering their jobs, and how much one or the other could miss due to them. She knelt down, resting his things on the coffee table and she pulled a few of William Jr. out, looking them over. She read the years, time periods, the events and she chose four of them before closing the cabinets back. Standing up she grabbed all of the stuff holding them in her arms before she moved for the door, opening it and looking at the other men who’d been waiting for her all these hours. She looked to her left, a crowd, a small one but someone knew what her presence back in their old neighborhood meant.
She looked at her next door neighbor standing at the gate, she eyed them as they offered her small simple smiles. She would have smiled back but truly she didn’t want to. The wife waved and she looked away from her moving towards the large black truck with the men. The door opened waiting for her to climb in, and she did looking back at her neighbors once more. Everyone played a small part in this, she finally thought to herself, everyone. It was no secret her neighbors son attended the school her son attended, monsters she sighed inwardly. Big and little monsters. She rested his things in her lap and for once her own anger made her question her own motives. Just seeing her neighbors made her irrational, did she want to help people or did she want revenge? She didn’t know. Which would have made her husband’s assumptions accurate, that only annoyed her more.
You are blessed to have such a supportive family. How do you all remain so close?
Yeah, we have our highs and our lows. Well as of late, I- uh. I am very unsure of the bond that we once had. My son passed and I just, we haven’t gotten quite right yet. But thank you for your kind words. I know one day, peace will be restored.
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