“What did you want to talk to me about?” I say to my father a long silence. He hasn’t said anything to me since I walked into the living room he’s sitting on his chair staring at the window. He might be comfortable with the silence, I’m not. It freaks me out; I don’t know what to do with myself. My mind keeps raising coming up with different reasons why he called me here. And most of them end with me dead in a ditch. That’s how deep my trust issues run.
Even when I was a child I didn’t feel safe with my parents. I was filled with anxiety and fear every time I had to go somewhere with him. And unfortunately my mother wasn’t any different. My saving grace was getting older. Growing up gave me choices; I could decide where I wanted to go. I only went places with my father when it was necessary, other than that I stayed home.
Think about it now, it’s a little sad. How can a child not feel safe with her fathe
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Simon asks me for the 100th time. I turn from my side to my back on my bed and look at him. I’m so exhausted , I don’t think I’ve ever cried like I did tonight. I walked out of my parent’s house and just lost it. I couldn’t hold in all that fear, anger and shame. I had to cry it out and I’m so happy he was there with me. It felt good to have someone there for me.The conversation I had with my father forced me to release the hurt and I was holding on to all these years. It was scary for Simon because he didn’t know what was going on. I just started crying without warning. He held me for about ten minutes listening to me cry my heart out.He didn’t rush me with questions or push me to tell him what was wrong. He just held me and let me cry it out. I can only imagine the types of thoughts that were running through his mind when I was crying. He probably thought
“I’m sorry.” Adira says walking through the door. I breathe a sigh of relief seeing her back home. I was so worried she wasn’t going to come back. I don’t know why but I had this feeling of dread when she walked out of here with her sister. I had half the mind to go after them; I had to talk myself down and let her do what she needs to do. She didn’t need me to come to her rescue this time; I understand she needed to do this herself. She needed to make her sister respect her and she doesn’t need me holding her hand to do that. Tonight was the death of the old Adira; new Adira took control of the situation and didn’t falter. It was hard to stand back and watch her hurting but I’m glad I held back. They both needed to go through that to make sure it never happens again. “Don’t apologize you didn’t do anything wrong.” I say and she closes the door. She takes off her shoes but she doesn’t walk in any closer to me. She feels guilty about what Chloe did to me so she’
“Good morning.” Simon says walking into our bedroom. I turn over and look at his beautiful man. I can’t believe he’s all mine, I catch myself staring at him in awe sometimes. I just can’t believe that I bagged such a loyal, loving and talented human being. He’s incredible and he’s mine. “I was hoping you were up. I got tire of waiting for you to wake up.” he says getting on the bed. He smiles coming closer to me for a kiss.“Morning.” I say kissing him back. He smiles staring at me for long time. I bet he’s been up for hours. Living with him showed me that he doesn’t sleep that much. I’ve changed, I enjoy sleeping these days. I look forward to bedtime and I wake up early when I have to. I don’t get out of bed before 10 am if I don’t have to. Gone are the days of insomnia and early mornings, I love my beauty sleep.
Two years later“Hey, there is a lady here so see you.” My assistant says walking into my office. I look up at her and smile. I told her not to disturb me for the next hour but she just had to walk in here. I don’t need this today.“Have Faith do her hair, I have so much paper work to go through. I can’t take on a client right now.” I say a little annoyed. I don’t have patience to deal with clients insist I do their hair today. On a normal day I would go out and talk them down. Convince them that my staff is capable of doing the job. But today is not a normal day; I have a lot of things to get through. I have other duties besides doing hair; I have to run the business as well.I have to make sure the schedule makes sense, the suggestions box is filled to the brim and I have to figure out where to find new staff. That means I have to get an ad out, hold interviews and I have to make sure whoever I h
Enter: My childhood home bedroom. This is the year I turned fifteen and this is the same year my life changed forever.I’m sitting at the foot of my bed playing with my doll. Chloe my little sister is sitting in front of me, her doll lying next to her.“I want to play with it. I want to play with it.” Chloe says pointing to the doll in my hand, screaming of the top of her lungs. I turn my back to her facing the foot of the bed and play with my doll. She screams over and over. The louder she gets the more I shut her out.This is what happens every day of my life. I wake up and I have to deal with my thirteen year old sister screaming her lungs off about something. I’ve learned how to block her screams out.I brush my doll’s hair with my brush ignoring her continued screaming. She stops screaming for a moment, I listen to her movements behind me. I know she won’t give up that easily. Whe
“You sister needs a dress and you have the money. Just give it to her so she can go get it.” My mother says standing at my door and I look at her in disbelief, I can’t believe she’s doing this to me right now. I’m too tired to be having this conversation with her.“Okay, don’t give it to her. Lend it to me; I’ll pay you back the money when I have it.” She says knowing that she doesn’t have the money to pay me back and if I give her the money I will never get it back.She slowly walks into my room and closes the door. I didn’t invite her in but I guess this is her house. Never mind my privacy and needs. I sit up on my bed because any thoughts of taking a nap are down the drain. I know she won’t leave me alone until she gets what she wants.“Why does she have to have such an expensive dress? She can get a nice dress at a cheaper price.” I say and my mother sighs irritat
One year later I feel my heart and head settle as soon as I open my apartment door. I smile when I see my beautiful home and my yellow sofa, brings me joy every time I see it. It is a symbol of all my hard work, all the long hours standing doing people’s hair. All m y dedication gave me the ability to buy that cute but overpriced sofa. All of it gave me the ability to have a place I call home.I worked very hard to get to this point.I close the door and place my work kit in front of door. I need to clean and sanitize everything in there before I put it away. But first I need to set the mood in this apartment.I need to be in a good head space when I walk into my house. I know that’s me being extra but, I take my apartment as my place of peace. I always make sure to set good intentions before I walk in I want my home t a place of calm and settled emotions. My whole childhood was a mixture of pai
“Thank you so much for coming to do my hair at such short notice. I know I should have made an appointment and I promise this won’t happen again. I ‘m just so grateful you squeezed me in.” I hear Freddie’s mother say to someone in the other room. I half listen to her as I wait for Freddie to come back from the kitchen with a glass of water for me and a beer for him.He invited me over to his house to watch a game. I don’t even watch soccer like that but I was happy to receive his invitation. I needed to get out and breathe. I haven’t had a full conversation with another human being in over a week. I moved here a month ago and I don’t know anyone apart from him. I was losing my mind staring at the walls in my apartment.I tried going out and exploring the city but it didn’t work out. I couldn’t find anything that caught my attention for more than two seconds.The idea of moving to a new town, where I did