“I see you got your whore clothes on tonight. A woman who flaunts what God has given her will surely lose her temple. Sam, don’t be like all the other women. I raised you better than that.”
Turning her attention back to the news, I head out the door. Every time, I try to go somewhere she always have a speech for me. I’m really getting sick of this.
Getting to the restaurant, I see Jermaine sitting at the bar waiting for me. Taking a deep breath, I head over to the bar.
“Hey beautiful!” he says, kissing me gently on the forehead.
Finding us a table, he pulls out my chair as I take a seat. Such a gentleman, I can’t see what’s next. Nice conversation, and an evening filled with enjoyment; I could do this all night long. Letting time pass us by, the waitress lets us know they are closing in five minutes. Coming up with our next game plan, we head out and enjoy the remainder of our evening. Taking a long stroll through the park, this man is just as amazing as he were last night. He makes me feel like a woman should, and I’m ready to see where our evening goes.
Having a night cap at his place, I don’t want to go home. Is this how love feels? Maybe he wants my delicate flower. Whatever the case may be, I’m ready to give this man all of me. For years we’ve been friends, but he’s never acted like he wanted to take our friendship to the next level. Now we are dancing with this thing called loved, and I’m ready to see where we will end. Making tonight special, it’s easy to give up my delicate flower. Giving him all of me, I keep hearing my mother preach to me. Knowing this is wrong, but damn it feels so good. Listening to our favorite slow jams, drinking on my favorite wine, and allowing him to taste the sweetness of my juices; I must be in heaven. Taking me to that place of ecstasy he gives me what I’ve been longing for. After passionate love making and stimulating conversation, who would’ve known we would be talking about building a life together. After being friends for years, I guess it’s time to see where this can go. It’s not like we don’t know each other. Ending the night in each other’s arms, I can’t wait to see what our future holds.
Moving in was the best moment of my life, so I thought. I was finally moving out of my mother’s house and into my own. Having a man who treats me like a Queen, I couldn’t ask for more. The next few months, I live the life I always dreamt of having. Somewhere along the way, things began to change. How could life be so grand at one moment, and the next a living hell? Jermaine started to change and so did I. Cheating with every girl he sees, and becoming abusive I don’t know where it began or where it was going to end. Tired of living this hectic life, I want to make him feel my wrath. Giving him a taste of his own medicine, things seemed to get worse. All the talk about marriage suddenly has flown out the window. Flirting and talking to other guys, Jermaine refuses to see it happen. Months of this back and forth abuse, something has to give. What would my mother say, if she seen me like this?
Taken away from my family and friends to a world that never ends, I can’t believe I’m even considering going back home. Contemplating my next move, I’m ready for this drastic life to end.
Sitting on the couch watching my favorite show, Jermaine comes in with something on his mind. Kissing me gently on the forehead he heads to take a shower. Relaxed and feeling much better, he takes a seat next to me. What happens next, I never saw coming. Flashes, slapping, and grabbing my throat I can’t believe this is happening. What did I do to deserve this? Fighting for my life, I finally get away. Crying, and wondering why I thank God for sparing my life. Driving miles away, busted lip, bloody nose, with a black eye; I can’t believe I escaped alive. Pulling over to a rest stop, I try to figure out where I will end up next. Calling Tasha, who I haven’t spoken to in months, I hope she’s so kind to take me in. Answering her phone in shock, it wasn’t what I thought it was going to be.
“Hey stranger! Now you want to call somebody?”
“I need your help,” crying hysterically.
“I would help you, but I have company right now. Call me tomorrow and we will talk about it.”
Hanging up the phone, I can’t believe my best friend has turned her back on me when I need her the most. I refuse to call my mother, just for her to rub it in my face. Driving along praying to God for a miracle my phone rings and it’s my brother. Glad to see his call, I straighten up and answer his call.