By: Shanda
After pulling a full 9 hours day of work, I finally reached my gate and I saw “her” car, a white Ford Escape. When I say “her” car; I am speaking of a woman by the name of Shantell . A woman whom I loved and had a prior intimate relationship with. Everyone I knew, knew her as a part of me.
She stepped out of her Ford Escape and stood in the driveway next to my opened car door. Her voice persisted as she demanded the answers to what had become of our demise.
Shantel and I had dated on and off for many years and at one point we lived together, but at this particular point…. It was already a relationship that I had tried to end for years.
Her voice got louder “Tell me…. well? What was it.. LISTEN to me!”
Still talking she followed me inside. Standing in the kitchen I recall saying “Just leave! I have nothing more to say.” I walked away. Seconds later, my hearing went out. Everything seemed slow and there was blood.
A lot of blood.
She stepped out of her Ford Escape and stood in the driveway next to my opened car door. Her voice persisted as she demanded the answers to what had become of our demise.
Shantel and I had dated on and off for many years and at one point we lived together, but at this particular point…. It was already a relationship that I had tried to end for years.
Her voice got louder “Tell me…. well? What was it.. LISTEN to me!”
Still talking she followed me inside. Standing in the kitchen I recall saying “Just leave! I have nothing more to say.” I walked away. Seconds later, my hearing went out. Everything seemed slow and there was blood.
A lot of blood.