The "One"

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It has been a week since "that" happened. I try not to cry myself to sleep. It's sad that a grown man cries over a beautiful, smart, intelligent, and over all amazing woman. 'Oh what am I talking about. She doesn't like me.' I said in my apartment building. Alone. By myself. I am forever going to be alone. NO! I won't let it happen. Not again. Never again. I cannot let it happen. Then I remembered Ashley. It was six years ago. Ashley was the most beautiful woman I ever met. We met over a making of one of my songs. She was the producer. I was more focused on her, rather than my song. I wish I could of stopped what happened next.

It was a miserable day for me. I wish I could of jumped off a building than what I did that morning. I went up to Ashley and I asked her out to coffee. She showed me a ring. My eyes watered. I fought them off. Then she took me into the back room. She pulled up her jeans leg. Then my jaw literally dropped. I couldn't stop it. My eyes are scarred from what she showed me.

Ashley's leg was covered in bruises. Then on top of the bruises, there were knife marks. I looked into her big ivory green eyes and she said, "It was him. My soon to be husband did this." I said, "Why are you marrying him?" She said, "I don't have a choice. He held a gun to my head." I was devastated. I looked t her and said, "I will get him killed. There is no if, and or buts about it."