joyce's posts with tag: short story
 Walking down the detergent aisle of the grocery store, I saw her.
A
blast from the past. My old friend, Jackie. Now...these are some
memories. We used to be the 3 Musketeers in grade school. Jackie,
Debra, and myself. We did everything together. Born 5 months apart, all
of us grew up in the same neighborhood. Jackie went on to live in New
York, and Debra traveled the world, and settled in Maryland, being a
research scientist at the Naval Hospital. I am the only one who stayed
local.
"Well, do my eyes deceive me, or is this one of the three
Musketeers? Jackieeeeeeeeeee! How the hell are you?" She recognized me
almost immediately, and came over to hug me. She hadn't changed much.
Same little shortie, and same sense of humor.
'What's it been, at least 10 years since I have seen you. How have you been doing? You got married yet? How old is your son?"
'"
been doing alright. Nope, not married. I don't think I'm old enough
yet. Oh he is almost 20 now. Taller than I am. And, how is your son,
and your hubby?"
'Child, my son is 13 going on 25. Think he
grown. He doing good. Hubby--NO. Me don't have that problem anymore.
After two unsuccessful marriages, I think I'm done. Now, it's all about
the fun. FUN. FUN. Fun. So, what you doing with this evening? I was
just getting me something to clean the carpet at my mother's house.
My
son spilled grape soda on my mom's carpet, and if I can't get it out, I
will have to buy her another one, because I refuse to hear her mouth
for the next ten years about my child ruining her carpet. I'm staying
at the Courtyard for the rest of the week. We're having a dinner for
her birthday, and I'm leaving afterwards. Why don't you come over to
the room later tonight. I will be alone, since Jarred is staying with
his cousins tonight.'
"I don't have anything to do. I think I
will. it will be good to catch up on things. I spent some time with
Debbie about a month ago. She brought her family down, and we really
enjoyed each other. It was good to remember that friendship connection
we made all those years ago....and to see it's still alive. Nothing
like old friends..."
'It's Room 445. We leave the light on for you. lol'
"LOL. Alright. What time?"
'Anytime after 7. Maybe we can catch a movie, or something.'
I
got to Room 445 at about 6:55; I was early so I sat in the car for a
few. I was nervous about meeting her again. As it turned out, two of
the Musketeers ended up in alternative lifestyles. What are the odds
that the third one has conformed, also.... I can remember so many times
in our childhood, we did things with other little girls that seemed so
innocent back then, but today-would be looked upon as totally curious.
She didn't know anything but boys. She was the more promiscuous one of
us. She was having sex in junior high school. It was the crowd she hang
around.
'Hey You! What are you doing out there in the car? Come on in. Don't be scared.
She
must have saw me drive up. Either way, I knew it would be a good
evening. She seemed to be in a good mood..as she always was. I got out
of the car, and went to the door. Knocked, and let myself in. She
walked over to greet me with a hug.
"Mmmmmm. It is sooo good to
see you again. You looking the same. Fine as ever." I think age has
done you well. Look at you. You used to be so shy. We had to almost
make you talk. And, now you all cool and shyt. We had some good times.
'Sit
down, make yourself comfortable. Would you like a drink? What do you
wanna do tonight? Any movie you wanna see? My treat. I'm just gonna
take a quick shower, and you can decide while I dress. Okay?'
"Okay.
But, I'm game for anything. I don't really know what's at the movies; I
usually get cd's from my friends. You tell me what you're in a mood
for."
I grab the remote, turn the TV on, and sit down at the
bottom of her bed. Flipping through the channels, I can't seem to find
anything, so I choose a video channel. Over on the dresser is a bowl of
mini 3 Musketeers. I laugh. (She would have to have mini candies
symbolizing our long lasting friendship) My mind started thinking
again, to those old days when life was so sweet, and simple. We laughed
so hard, and played even harder. Friendship was real, and it took more
than a little argument to get rid of a real friend. We kept in touch
over the years, through our families, and mainly because we just loved
each other.
As I sat, watching TV, she walked out of the
bathroom in her panties and bra. I tried not to notice her. Something
in me shuddered, and I tried not to let her notice. She sat down on the
side of the bed, and began to put lotion on her legs. I tried to
pretend I was so into the video that I didn't notice. I reached over to
the candy dish for a piece of candy, opened it, and stuck it in my
mouth.
'You smacking on that candy like it's good. Have you decided what we gonna do tonight? Have you eaten? What's up?'
I
never turned my head from watching the TV. "Whatever you wanna do. You
name it" I never acknowledged her remark about the candy. I was not
falling for the okie doke. Not me.
'Did you hear me? I said
lemme taste your candy. That's my favorite snack. And you know why I
like them, don't you? It makes me think about us. The three musketeers.
I know you remember.'
"Yeah, I do. How could I forget?" I
reached over into the candy dish, and grabbed two pieces, and tossed
them over to her side of the bed, never looking at her. I could hear
her laughing. I never turned to her, or I would give away my
anxiousness about being there in a hotel room with her, and she is half
naked. But, I think she was trying to make me nervous, and I wasn't
gonna make it easy for her.
'I said I wanna taste your candy. See if it's sweeter in your mouth.'
I
almost choked. I almost swallowed the piece i had left. Did she say
what I thought she just said? Oh boy. What the hell do I do now? I
know. I just laughed. And sat there. While butterflies gathered in my
stomach...my heart beat like I had a hit of caffeine. Needless to say,
I am speechless. What next, I thought.
"Girl, you still crazy as
ever. LOL. You better eat that candy right there." I was hoping that
was enough to extinguish this line of conversation. I could hear her
peeling a piece of candy from it's wrapper, and putting it in her
mouth. She was making sounds like it was sooo good.
I was trying
to find something else on the TV, when all of a sudden, she pulled my
shoulders back towards her on the bed, leaned over my face and put her
mouth on mine. She started kissing me with candy in her mouth.
Electricity shot through my whole body. Everything in me wa sexually
excited. I didn't fight it. I was kissing her back. Did not take time
to think about what I was doing. I went with the moment. Her mouth was
as hot as her body was, laying across mine. Her skin was so soft. I
could smell her fresh perfumed lotion against my face. She kissed me
all over my neck. My ears. Sticky kisses that lasted much longer than
they should have.
'I asked you three times, what you wanna do. What do you wanna do?'
Whewwwwwwwwwwwww......I would never look at 3 Musketeers the same way again
 The weekend rolled
around too fast. The week was filled with deadlines, and work, work,
work. I had little time to think of the weekend past, and of the newest
interest in my life. I meet people all the time, but they never get
past my initial "looking over" or what I feel from the first
conversation. I think I have come to like being single. No, I'm not.
Who am I kidding? I don't like sleeping alone, or going places with
couples alone. I like being the other half of things happening, year in
and year out. The only time I love being single is when I see couples
not getting along, or breaking up over something silly.
My
regular partner called this morning, and said she wouldn't be able to
play tonight. She has a date. Ughhh. But, I know there will always be
stragglers hanging around waiting to get a game in. Who knows--
Kelly might be playing with me tonight. (Smiling to myself)
I
get there, and the house is full. The games have started. People are in
the living room, watching some dvd, with Samuel Jackson. I speak as I
make my way through the crowd. In the kitchen, I see roasting pans of
chicken, ribs, and steaks. People sitting around the table, eating,
drinking, and talking trash. Laughter all around me. I walk to the door
where they're playing, stick my head in, and speak. Everyone greets me.
I take a quick glance around the room, to see if I see her. I'm looking
for her, but I don't want it to look that obvious. I see her. Standing
in the corner, talking to someone I don't know. Hhmmmm. Maybe she
brought a partner. maybe she found someone more interesting. Oh well. I
walk back into the kitchen, and start a conversation with one of my
buddies. I try to put that vision of Kelly out of my mind. I open the
fridge, and grab a beer, pop the top, and take a good long sip.
AAAhhhhh. Yes, this is what I've been waiting all day for.
I had
taken the bottle down from my mouth, and I looked up, and Kelly was
looking me right in my face. I was stunned. For an uninterrupted
moment, we shared a glance.....a connective energy. I won't try to
explain it. I couldn't anyway.
"Hello, Stranger. How was your week?"
It was busy. And yours?
"Full
of thoughts of you. What did you slip in my drink last weekend?
Something about you, I couldn't shake. Do you mind enlightening me... "
LOL.
What do you mean? I wouldn't spike your drink. Not to get your
attention. If I wanted your attention, I would do something like
slipping you a note, with my number, or showing you special attention
in a crowd. I might wink, or hug you a lil tighter. Or, I would sit
over in a corner, staring at you all night. Nahhh. I wouldn't spike
your drink, dear.
"Well, it seems like we got a long wait to play. That is if you still wanna play with me."
I
laughed out loud. ' Of course I wanna play with you' She was flirting.
With me. I flirted back. So, am I wrong about that person she was
talking to...
" You think you could trust me enough to walk out
to the car with me; I have to find some real music for this place. And,
you can tell me what kind of music you like, what kind of person you're
looking for, and any old thing you want to share. What you say? You
trust me to keep my hands to myself?"
Nooooo. But, I can handle
myself. You know I know Kung Fu, and Judo, and Ninja. If you try
something, I will have to hurt you. So think. Think safety first. LOL.
She laughed. She has the prettiest teeth. Her brown eyes glow when she laughs. So warm.
"
I'm at your mercy. I won't try anything that could get me hurt. I don't
like pain. let's go." I followed closely behind her, as she and I
walked through the crowded rooms, past everyone. I noticed several eyes
following us to the door. Her aroma filled my nose. My level of
excitement was rising by the second.
She walked around to my
side of the car, unlocked the door, and I got in to sit down. I
unlocked her side. She got in, and turned on the ignition, and music
enveloped the car. MAZE. Happy Feelings. Now that's a plus. I just love
Maze. Something is telling me this person is going to be more than just
a Spades partner. I watched her, attentively. She was a beautiful brown
skin angel, to me. From the first moment I saw her...she moved me. I
know she knows I'm watching her. Can she feel me "feeling her"?
"I
think these are enough for how long I'm going to be here. What you
think? What are you thinking right now? You look like you're lost in
thought over there. Something I can help you with?"
Just thinking. I like your music. That's one of my favorite songs. Says alot about you.
"What does it say to you?"
That, ummm, you're compassionate, soulful, and you love good music.
"Is that right?"
Yeah.
The
air got silent, and thick...all at the same time. It's like emotions
clouded up the small space between us, enveloping us in it's magic. It
was exciting, and yet uneasy.....
She leaned over and kissed me.
That
sent firecrackers, shotguns, and bubbles off in my head. Something in
me popped. That kiss started at my lips, went all over my head, rang
out through my ears, vibrated down to my nipples, and took a nose dive
deep, deep into my feminine essence. Damn. Her lips were so soft, and
her cottony smooth tongue attacked every inhibition I had. Had I been
standing, I would have fell. Right on the floor.
Notwithstanding, I think I fell, anyway.........
....the park was more crowded than usual today. It was the first weekend in November. Leaves were in full bloom. Piles of fallen summer were everywhere. Kids playing all around me. Dogs barking. Sirens blaring streets over. Teens could be seen, playing flag football in the barren field, to my left. Even though I came out here, every day to be alone, I never was. Some kid would always come over, to say something to me. I wish I had their energy. I used to. I remember when I used to run, and play. Without a care. Mad, when I had to come inside, as the street lights came on, all too soon.
'Excuse me, Ma'am. Could you throw my frisbee back to me?' this little girl asked me. She couldn't have been no more than eight, or nine years old. She just looked at me, afraid to come any closer. I guess I did look scary to her. I always dressed in several layers of clothes. It made me feel safe, guarded from the world. I picked the frisbee up, and tossed it back to the little girl. Something in me, in that instant, felt like a kid again. "I wish I had a bicycle," I said to myself. I wished I could ride a bike. I never learned to, when I was growing up. My mother never could afford it. I got used to my dreams. The ones that never came true. The story of my life. But, I am so grateful for being here. He must have His own reasons for keeping me here.
I would come to that same place, almost every day. Just to catch a glimpse of my childhood gone. This day, my life would change, forever. Sitting there, kinda not feeling so well. Not even sure what's wrong, but I don't think I will be out here long. Going back home early.
'Hello. My name is Arianna. What's yours?' She looked at me, with bright eyes, like she was waiting for an answer. I smiled. "Aranna, you say. My name is Anne; pleased to meet you." 'Ar-ri-an-naaa. That's how you say it. That's my name. Can you say that?' "Chile, Yo name is what I call you. At my age, you lucky if I can talk at all. Now, gone back out there, and play with the rest of the kids. Gone, now, and leave this old lady be." I watched, as she ran back to play with the rest of the kids. They played on up til it started getting dark, and one by one, they started scurrying home. Never saw her leave. I walked home, in the near darkness. Police cars passing me by, slowing down....looking. Stopped by the store to get some milk for my cereal in the morning. Then headed home.
Next day, Almost the same time as yesterday, You could find me, headed towards the same park, the same bench. Five thirty. The same kids. Same games. Nothing much changed around here. I liked it, because too much change scares me. I like predictable. Everyday, I expect not to be shaken out of my sublime existence. The only thing I have ever wanted, that I haven't gotten, is a bicycle. Just don't make sense to buy one at my age. Guess I will leave that for these kiddies. Like Aranna. By the way, where is she? She makes it a point to come by to speak to me each day. I think she is tickled by the way I say her name. Oh, I know how to say it. I just like being different. I wonder where she lives, and what kind of parents she has. She looks decent enough. Good manners. Pretty smile. Reminds me of my sister. I miss her so much.
I'd return to the park each day for weeks. Just to be closer to the memories of my family that has gone on. To feel alive. My steps have gotten a little slower. Friends don't come around to check on me. The good Lord keep my health and strength--I'm gonna make it. I raise my hands to Heaven, and smile. Cause my help cometh from the Lord.
It's been two, or three days, since I saw Aranna. I'm starting to worry. Hoping everything is alright with her. I pray it is. At the end of the day, I walked back home, like I normally do. Taking my time. Something felt different. I couldn't put my finger on it. I walked home singing a song, with joy in my heart.
I got to my steps, and sat down, like I normally do. To rest. Then, I went inside. Sitting in the middle of the floor...was a brand new bicycle. Not the fancy kind, but, like a mountain bike. With a basket on the front, a horn, and a note. I walked over to it, snatched the note off the handle bars. I sat down at the table, and opened it.
"FROM ARANNA, WITH LOVE"
Tears welled up in my eyes. I never told anyone that I wanted a bike. No one. We never even spoke more than a hello to each other. I never saw her again. How did she know......
REBIRTH
Awakened...by noises outside. Looking around like everything is so unfamiliar, yet I'm in my own apartment. Voices. In the other room. The smell of smoke in the air. My clothes wrinkled. Dried sleep in my eyes. Licking my lips; they cracked, and dry. My stomach is growling. When was the last time I ate? My first thought--just one more hit. I need it. Who can I get money from? Just one more, and I'm through. I swear. Lord, if you help me get out of this, I will serve you forever. A tear escapes my left eye...trailing down my nose, and I wipe it with the back of my hand. Ummmm....what was I gonna do. Oh, I gotta pee. Licking my lips, again. Running my tongue over them. I'm so hungry.
I sit up....look out the window, squinting my eyes. I know I can do better. I just lost my job, and gave up. I had it going on, too. Paying my own bills. My kids were doing good in school. Had a lil money in my pocket. Didn't have much, but it was mine. Ole boy felt like he could do better than me, after I took his ass in, right out of jail. He didn't have a pot to piss in. I took care of him, bought his clothes, and chose him over my kids too many times. He didn't even appreciate it. He beat me because he was locked up for 12 years. I was the one trying to help him, and he stole from me, he got a car, and I didn't see his ass, until he needed sex, or more money. Always said he was 'with the boys'. That's messed up. I couldn't work for him coming to my job, arguing, wanting money I didn't have. The people at work began to complain, and they gave me a warning. I told him. Did he care? He still came by, and called me all day, so they let me go. My family wouldn't help, because they told me not to take him right out of jail. They said, let him make his own way first. But, nawww, I had to learn the hard way. That's okay.
So here I am, no job, no kids, and no man. And, next month if I don't come up with the rent, I'm out on the street. It don't take but one thing to break your spirit. And, I had three. That's okay, I'm gonna make it. The Lord won't let me down. I'm really hungry.... Stretching. I get up, yawn, and stumble to the bathroom. In the kids room, is these people. My friend Regina. She down on her luck, too. Needed a place to crash, til the first. She promised me half on the rent. She laid up with Buck. Makes me think of my man. Damn, I miss him sexxing me. Might need to call him. What you think? Yawning out loud. Whew, I can smell my own breath..smell like funky smoke. Thinking, I gotta clean up this place. get my life back in order. Woooo, I gotta pee bad. Get into the bathroom, sit down on the stool, and peeing. I can smell my own self. I know I gotta bathe.
Lord, Help me. This don't make no sense. Reach for the toilet paper and the roll is empty. Again. They must eat it. Damn. I take my pants off, and toss them into the pile of clothes in the corner. I need a hit. Just one more, Lord. I promise. That's it.
I'm sitting there, and tears begin to run freely down my face. I drop my head in my hands, crying to the top of my voice....
"Come unto me, all ye that are burdened, and heavy laden; and I will give you rest"
I looked up. No one was there. Who's there? Who said that? My stomach is in knots. I'm afraid...I can't speak.
"If my people who are called by my name, will humble themselves, seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways, I will heal their land..."
Lord! Is that you? A silence, but a warm feeling came over me. This can't be real. Why would you come to me?
"You called upon my name, in your distress..and I am here. I always been here.... I love you."
How can you still love me? I'm an addict. I steal, I lost my kids my job, I was sleeping with a married man, who left me when I gave him everything. I'm broken. How did I get here so fast? One day, I'm functioning, and the next, I'm here. This drug has consumed me. This is all that's left of me.
"All have sinned, and come short of my glory.."
But, Lord, I have been in rehab a hundred times, I been in mental wards just to get clean, so I could manipulate my family out of more money to get high. I stole from my sisters, and even slept with my half brother for money for a fix. This crack has broke my body down. I used to be two something, and now, I'm a buck twenty five, if that. Look at me. I might have HIV, Hepatitis, or Cancer, who knows. I'm afraid to to get checked. I've lost the respect of my family, they don't trust me. I don't trust me.
"Cast all your cares on me, for I care for you..."
You mean you want me? I'm unclean. My body hurts. I'm so ashamed to be around real people. I hang out with other addicts. We protect each other, like it's something to be proud of. I sleep with anyone who will give me money. I have taken $4 just for sexual favors.
"Behold, I stand at the door, and knock...."
In that instant, I felt a surge of heat flowing through my body. I was pouring out my heart to Him. And, I felt Him receive my soul. He forgave me for all my sins, He replaced fear with faith. Despair with hope. And, for the first time in years, I felt loved, wanted, just for me. I cried, uncontrollably. I could feel His arms around me, cleansing me, comforting me, healing all those places which hurt so bad. I took a deep breath. And another. I wiped tears from my eyes, and the room was aglow. Not just light by the daytime, but I felt I was in the presence of Him. My life was again my own.
I prayed, "Father, I love you. I have always loved you. I forgive myself, and I accept your love for me back into my life. I am your child. I will not look back to those things behind me. They have no more rule over me. Today, I am reborn! Thank you! Let me walk with you, holding your hand. I am so weak, and I don't know where to start, so, here I am, Lord....what will you have me to do?
I got up, looked in the mirror, and I saw a new person, beyond my circumstances. I saw hope...in HIM. For the first time in my life...
Why do you persist in following me across the web? I have told you there is no way I would have a relationship online. I don't care how much you see me comment on sites, or how much you send me these crazy ass messages. I have reported you for abuse, several times, and it's only a matter of time before they catch up with you. So, why don't you give it up. I am happily involved. Can't you get that through your head?..." This was the last message I sent to her. She stopped writing. I didn't see her comments anymore. Nothing. I thought it was over with. I breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe her ISP had been disabled, and she was reprimanded, legally. Either way, I got so tired of my friends asking me who was that asking about me, and asking them questions about me. I could only tell them, my 'stalker'
She went out of her way to go to my friends page, add them, and open a dialogue with them, and slowly introduce her relationship with me. Like she was my wife, or something. Yeah, she gave them details, like where I lived, where I went to college, my jobs. She even knew the car I drove, and my siblings names, and where they lived. So, my friends thought it was on the up and up. Thought I was just a player, because I hid her from them. She gained their pity, and a thorn in my side. Every page I went to, she would visit, coming back to tell me, that that woman I'm flirting with, is not available, and she would expose me as her woman if I didn't cease communications with her, immediately. She was bossy about it, too. Leaving messages on my side comments, like, "wasssup baby, talk to you when I get home", or, "remembering last night, and I still got chills". I erased them as soon as I saw them, but who knows who else saw them... She would write love poems on her page, and invite my established friends to her page, and 'tell them' she was writing for me. And, she hoped I loved it. SMH. She told me she would have me, and no bytch online could give me the love I was looking for, better than her. She always promised that she knew exactly what I needed. She sent me a file , which was a clip of her masturbating, while she was talking to me. Telling me what I had to look forward to.
I won't say it didn't turn me on, though. She talked that rough shyt like I like when I'm in the mix; telling me that once I got her--I wouldn't need anyone else. I watched her play with her nipples, pinching them so hard, it looked like it hurt. She used a vibrator, and a dildo when penetrating herself. And she'd gradually increase the speed of the vibrator while screaming my name, louder, and louder. She knew it fukked me up in the head. When she came, she would lick the dicks off like someone was licking a cake mix bowl, after mixing a cake. I could hear the slurping sounds too clear. I was mesmerized as she massaged her body, kinda like a kitten does when it's washing itself...and I had to turn away. She'd finish with, 'I love you baby, and one day, I'm gonna prove it'. Freaked me the Hell out.
Almost one month to the last time I heard from her, I got up early, before work, to sign on. I stumbled to the pc, with coffee in tow. Sat down to log on...jakuper20032000, *&^%$$##@....I am connected. I open my mail first. 300 new messages--WTH! This must be an error. How could I get that many messages, overnight? I didn't even think about that crazy fukka at all..until I opened the first one...an invitation to a party....
WHAT: AN ENGAGEMENT PARTY
WHEN: OCTOBER 12, 2006
WHERE: 1642 SKYLARK DRIVE
TIME: 7:30 PM
*bring only yourself, and an open mind. I've invited all your friends from every site, even your family
I wish this crazy ass bitch would just leave me alone. I opened up another message. An invitation. Another...and another. I opened 10 messages, and they were all invitations. I snapped. This has gone too far. She has already made my friends think I'm the worst liar, now she involving my family, and telling them we are getting engaged. When Hell freezes over. I copy one message, and report it as abuse, and tell them that I have 299 more in my in box. Then I am so mad, I just sign off. This will end tonight. I refuse to live my life in the shadows of someone who has no life, but to latch on, like a hermit, destroying another's life. I been warned about internet stalkers, but I never thought it would happen to me.
The phone rings as I'm getting in the shower, and I let the answering machine get it. After drying off, I check the message. It's my sister. "Hi girl. I didn't know things were that serious with TJ. So you really gonna do it this time, huh. Look forward to seeing you tonight. Me, and Rita gonna get you for not letting us in on the secret before now. I thought sisters are supposed to share everything. Check Ya, Girl. Can we bring our own drink" GRRRRRRR. This will never happen! I dress, and at 9am when the pawn shop opens, I will be there. I never shot anyone in my life, but if I I'm gonna have any peace, I have to do what I gotta do.
"Good Morning, Ma'am, what can I help you with today. We have some nice DVD players that just came in. Nice price, too." I'm looking for a small, powerful gun. I have been having break-in's in my apartment complex, and I need to be protected. I live alone. What do you have, that's clean , and reasonable? "This here is the Luger. A beauty for a fine female like yourself. It is a locked breech, magazine fed, semi-automatic pistol that when fired, stops your victim in their tracks. Let me sell it to you today. Only $150. A steal, just for you." I'll take it, and I'm gonna need some ammo; I'm hoping I won't have to use it, but, if it comes between me, and my life....BAM. You outta here. I finish my purchase, filling out papers, and leave.
I run a few more errands, have lunch by myself, thinking about tonight. I can't even eat. I pay my check, and leave. I drive around for a while, thinking, praying, hoping I don't have to kill this bytch; hoping it's all a silly game. But, I refuse to knuckle down to a psycho. I turn down Vine Street and just happen to look in my mirror, and who is this following me... I take another left on Southern, and they're still there. I try to speed up, making two more rights, and in my rear view mirror, they right there. Looks like a dude with a cap on. I won't take any chances. At the next light, I load my gun, just like the guy showed me. And, place it under my seat. I keep driving, and checking my mirror. Now, I know I'm not crazy.
I wink at him. They wink back. I lower my head, like I'm flirting, by nodding yes, it's okay to flirt with me. Still following me. I mean, about 15 blocks, no cops in sight. I'm getting worried now. I don't see anyone I know. My stomach starts to churn. I know this is a situation I got here. I just feel like this fool has found out where I live, and is following me. That would explain how they know what I got in my house, where I shop, the perfume I wear. Even where I pay my cell phone bill at. Okay, so what am I gonna do? I'm not gonna run anymore. Tired of going around and around, afraid to go back to my own house. Why wasn't I afraid before now? Why wasn't I more aware of what was going on around me? I will be more careful with giving out personal information online, to anyone from now on. Even though I think I trust these people, there could be some freak on my page, like this one, waiting to make me risk all I have for some sick ideas he has. No more personal information on my pages, I promise.
My heart is beating faster. I know something is about to happen.
I pull over to an empty General Dollar parking lot. They must open at 10, since no one is here. I wait. The car pulls in behind me, a few spaces back. I'm looking at them in my rear view mirror, smiling. They get out. I can tell by the walk, that it's a woman. She has stonewashed jeans on, a Braves baseball cap , and a white tee. With my name on it.. WHAT THE FUKK? It's her. She walks towards my car, smiling. I get my gun ready. She seems like she walking in slow motion, with that smirk on her face. I'm so frightened, I can feel my knees shaking. She leans over in the car, and whispers in my ear,"Let's go home, Baby. I'm gonna fuck you, like you never been fucked. You will be mine tonight. What she say that for? I lost all reasoning.
I didn't say a word. It was like everything happened in slow motion. She was laughing at me. You know how they make a laugh in slow motion in a movie. I could hear her eerie laughter so loud in my ear. I could see myself, reaching for my gun, pointing it at her face. And firing. Unloading the gun. All I could hear were shots firing, in my head. I placed the gun down beside me, and covered my ears. Her bloody body was laying on the ground. I saw people gathering around me, with frightened looks on their faces..afraid to speak. In the distance, I could hear sirens.
I fainted.......
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