For the first time in my life I met a guy I can't keep my eyes off of. Two years ago a guy I now know as john came to my home town. At first sight I lost myself. I couldn’t help but want him to talk to me. “Hi I'm john. I just moved here from San Francisco. What's your name?” he came to me! Out of all people me! “Uh….um….hi? i…uh…..I’m Angie. Welcome to Chicago” I say blushing. That was it that was the beginning of a whole new world and relationship. We became close friends through the years we were together. I was 15 and quite bold. My hair was a few inches past my shoulder, reddish brown, and layered. My eyes were hazel, light blue, and green all swirled together. I was “enchanting” as john used to call me. He was 18 and muscular but not fat. His skin was fair. His eyes were gray and soft. His lips were rosy red; he was the average height of a young man his age. “Angel” I called him. I was 18 and he 21 when he finally admitted his love to me. I accepted his proposal not knowing what was to become of my faith.
We got married like many other lovers in this world and then it began. Everyday he would treat me like a slave and beat me if I refused. At night he would torment me and leave me to bleed. One night I tried to fight back but only to find myself dead by morning.
I now sit here in the heavens above watching other women as foolish as me fall in love with my dear sweet john. Watching and waiting knowing that one day he too would join us. I too will get sweet revenge and God knows it too. “I love you angel” was the last words he heard as victory soon became mine.
No comments:
Post a Comment