I quietly slid off the bed, retrieved my shirt and yoga pants from the floor. I tip toed to the door, but not before looking back at his sleeping figure, whispering a small good-bye.
I couldn't take it anymore. The hurt, the betrayal, all of it. I was officially done. I wasn't meant to have a good, amazing life. I was meant to have a miserable life. A man who I thought loved me, abused me in so many ways that led me to believe that I deserved everything bad that happened to me. Then an angel comes and saves me, but that angel betrayed me. Just like when Satan betrayed God. Now I'm pregnant, trying to waver down a near by taxi cab with a big garbage bag filled with clothes to the rim by my side. I was going back to Florida. I had ordered my ticket a week ago for this day, but I didn't know that I would have been leaving like this. I missed my family, plus not having anyone and nothing but this baby in me, I had no other choice but to leave. Which means no more pain and no more stress, which would be healthy for me and this beautiful baby growing inside me. I finally accepted the fact that I was pregnant, this baby will love me like no body else did. It will need me and favor me like no one else, and that's why I decided to keep it, and I already love him or her. I will finally be happy for once in my life when it arrives, and that brought a big smile to my face.
A yellow cab stopped right in front of me, I opened the door about to lift the bag until a hand stopped me.
"Let me get that for you." the soft but masculine voice said. I looked up, and noticed his beautiful, soft brown eyes. His skin the color of smooth, brown milk chocolate. He looked my way and smiled before stepping back.
"Come on, you have to get somewhere don't you?" He asked, but more so stated, with a beautiful smile. I must say he was soooo fiiiinne. I shyly smiled back before entering the car, he then shut it for me before retrieving to his spot in the driver's seat.
"So where are we headed?" He asked, looking at me through the rear view mirror. I was so mesmerised by his eyes, I almost didn't hear what he said.
"Uh-um," shit, here I go again being a nervous wreck "to the airport please." I mentally slapped my head, geez I'm so stupid.
"Alright."
He started driving, and I just couldn't keep my eyes away from his face. If I had a feeling that he would look up, I instantly turned my head the other way and 2 seconds later I would look right back up at the mirror.
"What's in the bag if you don't mind me asking?" He spoke
"Uh, clothes."
"You didn't have a suitcase or anything?" He looked up, capturing my hazel hues.
"um, ha, I was such in a hurry, I just got the bag and stuffed my clothes in, not that I didn't have a suitcase, even though I do, I just decided to just put them in there instead." I said rambling on. I wish you could have seen my face, I was sweating bullets. For why? I have no clue.
He chuckled, which meant I just embarrassed myself. If you knew how much I wanted to slap myself crazy right now, you would think I was related to "Crazy eyes", from Orange is the New Black.
"W-whats so funny?" I shyly stuttered out
"You." I felt my heart quicken
"What about me? I don't recall telling you a joke."
"The way you seem nervous, and the sweat forming on your forehead, that's what's making me laugh." I quickly wiped the sweat on my forehead, I was so embarrassed that I didn't even know what to say.
"What's your name?" He asked
"Why?" What I looked like giving him my name. His ass could have been anybody from a rapist to a serial killer driving a beat down, yellow almost mustard, dirty ass taxi cab. If I didn't know any better I would have thought that we wasn't even driving to the airport.
"What's your name?" I asked instead
"My name?" I nodded, I mean obviously I was talking to him. We were the only ones in the car.
"My name is Phillip."
"Phillip?" I repeated to get a taste of it. He did not look like a Phillip, I would have guessed at least a Marcus or a Devontè, or something, but a Phillip. Nah.
He shook his head
"Now can you tell me yours?" I looked out the window and noticed we were almost at the airport.
"Uh Marie." I said, quickly opening the door, struggling with the bag
"You need any he-,"
"No need, I got it, thank you so much." I took a 20 from my bra that I stole from Matt's pants pocket, before I left and handed him the money.
"Alright, uh, bye Marie, stay safe."
"Uh-yea, thanks, you too."
I started walking to the entrance, took out my passport and my flight ticket. I found a empty seat in a corner and waited until my flight was called.
About 10 minutes later they called out my flight for Miami, Florida. I got up and strolled with my bag. People were just staring at me strolling by like they asses never seen a person with a garbage bag filled with clothes. I gave the flight attendant my ticket, and headed on in. I took the seat I was assigned to, and put my bag in the cabinet above me, and sat down.
My life has been a roller coaster. From thinking that I would be happy for the rest of my life to hating every bit of my being. From thinking that someone actually cared and picked up the puzzle of pieces of me and fixed them back together to learning that no one will ever love me and no one can fix the puzzle pieces back together because they're ripped into shreds. Andre and Matthew. They were the same people just in different color and hurt me in different but similar ways. Both cheated and betrayed me, but one actually laid their hands on me.
I just can't wait to get to Florida. At least my life will be easier there. For me and my sweet baby.
No pain.
No stress.
No drama.
No love.
No men.
Just me and my baby.
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A New Way
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