Just a simple girl in love with how writing one word can lead to a whole new adventure.
Damn, another late night. She thinks to herself as she checks her phone. This week has been a nightmare and it's the third day in a row she has worked past closing time. Pushing her arms into the air, she stretches big and tall. Then she stands and gathers her things. Everyone else typically leaves right at 5:00 o'clock, so it isn't surprising when she walks through the dark office and sees no one. At least I won't have to endure an awkward elevator ride.
Theory of Three Loves - Part 1
I met him in sixth grade. Our elementary schools were in neighboring cities and once you moved to sixth grade they merged into the same school. His childhood friend became my best friend and she introduced me to him. I was interested right away, but had always been shy. He was a little shy also, so we remained friends for all of sixth grade.
Theory of Three Loves - Part 3
There's was a certain amount of excitement amongst all of us the night I met him. I mean, after you spend all your Friday and Saturday nights with the same people for months, you feel eager when there is talk of a newcomer. For the guys, this mean initiation drinks, someone else to drive the trails or play in the pit with, etc. For me, it was another person to take care of and maybe flirt with some.
Theory of Three Loves - Part 2
He came into my life very soon after I was raped. In my mind, a relationship was out of the question. My brain was still trying to process the trauma that I was quickly burying away. Self confidence had been tossed out the window and I hated my body. There were just so many reasons why I should not date, but he made them all disappear.
A Stick of Gum
It all started because of a stick of gum. Something so small, so simple, and my life was forever changed. My older sister had been working for a temp agency for a few years and they had been struggling to find workers. I was in my senior year of high school and wanted to start saving money for when I was away at college in the fall. She heard about a 3rd shift opening with a factory. The schedule was determined by the employee. All we had to do was call them at the beginning of the week and tell them when we could work. It was a dream job. Little did I know, it would slowly turn into a nightmare.
They were supposed to be cleaning, figuring out what they needed to trash and what would remain a part of their home. The chair sat in a corner, looking rough. Fake leather peeled off the arms and there were scratch marks from cats sharpening their claws. He fell into it with ease and looked at her with those ice blue eyes.
The loud crack of thunder jolts me awake. I peer into darkness, a bit disoriented. Taking a moment to center myself, I take in my surroundings and realize I am back at home, in my makeshift basement apartment. It is pitch black, meaning we must be without power. No power also explains me being freezing cold. Shivering, I gather my warmest blanket around my shoulders and walk towards the stairwell with one arm ahead of me.