SUBMIT✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK TWO) WATTYS2020

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     Have you ever wished that some things in your life never happened? That you can erase certain memories, forget the pain people caused you and see only the happiness they once provided or the happiness you once provided them?

Well I do, I crave that ability.

I lay every night in my bed, trying to forget the past, but each time it comes back to haunt me.

His electric blue eyes that brightens as he stares at me, the smile that tugs on his lips when I say something funny and his gentle touches. The way he ruffles his brown locks and that scar that tugs upward as he smiles. I remember his features vividly. Those gentle features that I figure soon changed after my disappearance. His eyes would darken with hurt and pain and a grimace would grace his lips as he looks at me, whether by picture or in real life.

Those reactions will remind me of the painful grip I have on his heart. The sorrow I feel for that man – who once made me feel whole– grew as I smashed his heart into pieces, all in one night because of the wickedness of others.

That one haunting night.

"Miss?" I look up from the tiled floor as the cashier calls to get my attention. "Are you okay?"

I smile and nod. "I'm fine, is my order ready?"

She nods handing me my coffee, I thank her and exit the café stepping onto the street.

The hot summer breeze blows through my now blonde –Marilyn Monroe styled – hair and my grey cardigan as I walk nursing the chocolate mocha in my hands.

After my escape from Jamaica, I went through a full transformation. I had bleached my hair, I dyed it blonde and had it cut into a replica of the famous actress's hairstyle with short shoulder length curls. A change to my brown luscious curls that once rained over my shoulders. I'm outfitted in a white tank top, blue jeans and white flats. No more suits or heels for me, I start to dress casually so I don't draw attention to myself.

I pull my black shades over my eyes as I walk down the street away from the café. I have an appointment to go to.

The summer is hot and the teens are just enjoying the rays. Men and women parade in swimwear on the streets as make their way to the beach. A place I barely go because each time I look at the sea I remember the fun we had in there.

Convertibles roll pass me hoarding teens with sun kissed skin as they rock out to the latest songs. Their radios are turned up to the max, voices of Eminem, Juicy J, Nicki Minaj and many more play loud from each vehicle.

I look at a young man as he whistles at me.

"What you say momma, want to ride with me?" He asks cheekily.

I flip him off and walk down the street swinging my hips.

"Momma's got attitude and ass. Damn! Hope we meet again sweet cheeks."

He drives off and I sigh. Childish teens.

That's what you'll expect from summer time in LA.

Sweet cheeks... I shake my head in annoyance, not the time to think about him.

I make my way out of the hot sun into a Victorian looking building, climb the steps and walk through the glass panel door.

The smiling receptionist smiles at me as I greet her and she gestures for me to enter the office. Thanking her I open the door that reads Dr. Monroe and enter the room.

Minutes later I find myself on a beige couch in the middle of a honeycomb coloured room. Bookshelves, walls with diplomas, a messy desk with paperwork and a man sitting in a antique looking mahogany chair meet my eyes as I look around trying to avoid a question that is thrown to me.