My One And Only

I closed the door of the mini book store and walked away with shoulders held low.

It was already past six in the evening and I could not land myself a job even the smallest of them and neither did I could find myself a place where I could stay the night.

I continued walking down the road, cars passing by, people moving alongside me, all returning to their humble home after their day’s work.

My mind kept telling me to drop all these independence acts and return to home to Aana Maria, not caring about Madison but I just could not let myself be a bother to others anymore.

Who could have thought, Tinsley Rutherford, daughter of a business tycoon, one day would be roaming around the street, jobless and homeless??

Life could be so funny and cruel at the same time. I was mentally and physically at my lowest. I did not know what to do and what not to do.

As I found my way back to my old home, now locked for no one else to visit.

I needed a place to crash for the night and I did not know why I got here but that was the only place, I knew.

But thinking about it now, this place was never my home. It was a prison that stopped me from growing and learning more.

So I turned my back and officially bid it goodbye as I continued walking forward, tears pouring out of my eyes nonstop.

I kept reminding myself that I should never ever forget this day of my life. Even though it was not some happy fantastic day but it would always help me know what my priority should be.

I was so alone, having no one just myself. I felt so broken and lost. The world was too big for me to explore all alone.

My tired feet took me to the park where I thought to rest for the night even though it was not safe to remain in open. But I had no choice, nowhere to go.

I laid down in fetal position on the bench as I eyed the sky, the moon shining bright. The clothes were warm enough for me to pass the night out here.

My right hand slipped inside the pocket of the pants to get the last croissant and found that there was none.

Either I had dropped it by mistake somewhere or I only took one from there. Regardless, I would have to spend the night empty stomach.

“Look where the princess of once upon a time is sleeping??”

I raised myself up to see Josh. I had no idea what he was doing here or how did he find me?

Maybe he changed his mind?? He might have realized how wrong it was for him to drop me to be with some bimbo?

“I was looking out for you.”

“And why is that?”

I asked, trying very hard to not live my composure and show him my vulnerability.

“You are in no position to question me. You never were. ”

He said, moving closer to me and I stepped back, looking down.

“You know you never deserved any of those things your father gave you. You are rightfully standing where you belong.”

He continued and I had nothing to say to him. Maybe he was right. I never deserved anything that was handed to me freely.

“A slut like you deserve this, Tinsley. Looking at what you are wearing, I feel like you are already whoring around.”

He spat in my face and strangely whatever he said, did not matter to me anymore.

Earlier it used to, only because he was going to be my husband and that made him important to me even though I never was important to him.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“If you are done… leave me alone.”

I wanted to scream it out at his face but it only came out as a mere whisper, my eyes were still glued to the ground. I just could not bring myself to look up at him.

Soon enough his hand was holding my jaw in a tight grasp, forcing my face up to look into his eyes.

“What did you just say??”

He asked very coldly as if he did not just hear to what I said. And at that moment, I did not know where did I got the courage to shout at him.

It could be because he was nothing to me anymore or maybe I had more than enough for the day.

“Leave me alone, Josh.”

And then a tight slap landed on my right cheek, making me lose my balance and fall down flat on the ground.

“How many times did I tell you not to raise your voice at me, you dumb slut??”

He yelled and only then I knew that this man was drunk. He would not hit me if he was not.

I was too pathetic to stick by his side even when this had happened many more times.

I could not feel anymore happier to finally be able to part my way from his. I did not deserve him neither did I owe anything to my dead parents.

The next instant, he was holding me up, pulling on my hairs as he dragged me towards his car and I found myself slapping on his shoulders, trying to get out of his hold.

I did not want to go with him. I rather die here out in the street but then go back to him.

I called out for help but then he landed a hard punch on my abdomen shutting me up for good. My body felt too weak to fight him.

He thrashed my almost lifeless body inside the back seat of his Audi. And later after he got in, he ordered the driver to drive.

My eyes watered as I started to miss the open sky and the moon already, being dragged to somewhere I did not want to go.