Tears in the Rain (Pt. III)

At least that’s how it use to be, so long ago, back when… Walter James Miles, a promising upcoming attorney that had made a real name for himself, the heir to a Supreme Court judge. The man was loaded and had connections out the ass; he could get whatever he wanted… Including me.

When we met back in high school, Walter was the star of every girl’s wet dreams, including mines, the nerdy valedictorian who had never even kissed a boy let alone fucked one. He was prom royalty while I was the typical bookworm, I was a ghost to him. It wasn’t long after high school that we would cross paths again in college. We shared the same psych class.

From there it was all she wrote. Walter and I spent a year together in bliss or so everyone would believe. Somewhere, somehow in the height of our relationship, it took a turn into a shit storm.

If someone had asked a year ago which of my friends or family members was most likely be involved in an abusive relationship, the last person that would have come to mind would have been me! Walter had a power complex, it was his way or fuck it, and his anger didn’t make it any better… I guess this was my fault, as always if he tells it. Late-night trips to the ER, two bruised eyes, and multiple cracked ribs later, I was engaged to this man and foolish enough to think a ring would change anything.

It was a toxic, venomous situation; where did the good-looking, goal-driven young man I met years ago fade off to? Walter was the perfect man, a hundred times better than what was out there, at least that’s what I was crazy enough to believe.

Montana, my sorority sister, and best friend would always say that I was moving too fast with Walt; that I needed to slow down. Montana always questioned me on how well I knew him. Damn, I miss that girl so much! She always had a sixth sense when it came to ain’t shit niggas. Walter told me countless times that Montana was just trying to get what she couldn’t have. They used to date and she couldn’t handle a real man. “She wants the Queen’s life.”  Walter was right, so many girls wanted him and his legacy; to be honest, they could have it.

I barely recognized the woman reflected in the mirror. Masked under the tears and makeup, was pain and regret…. This woman was not the one I dreamed of when I was a little girl playing doctor with Serenity. Serenity… now that was a real friend, one to the very end. Serenity and I did everything together, that girl followed me just about everywhere. Mama said we were inseparable. That following year when she took ill, I learned the concept of loss at an innocent age, and it wouldn’t be my last. From that day forth, I knew I wanted to help as many animals as possible so that no child would experience that feeling if I could help it.

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