Downpour - sequel to Dark Storms

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E r i k a

Imagine you're drowning. And then you get a text from your boyfriend saying he knocked someone other than you up. And you read it and it drags you deeper. That's what I was going through right now. I was in the car when I got a text from Shawn.

"Look, I know this is a really bad time but when I left your house after our fight I got drunk. I then irresponsibly hooked up with someone and got her pregnant. I am so sorry Erika."

I was at home now. And hearing this made me so upset. I got up. Left my phone on my bed. And slid on some shoes. And ran. I ran all the way down the community pool. Which was closed. I hopped the fence, best I could in my exhausted, weak, crying, and depressed state. I sat in front of the water, crying. I reached down pulling the boot off, followed by the other.

When you get older you get a glimpse of what a typical life is. Then you see movie after movie where you think, there's no way that could happen to me. You live in innocence. And then everything else comes along. It's a contract. One where you get a glimpse you like what you're seeing. But you don't read anything else that may come along. All of what happened to me, being listened. So, life is a lot like a contract.

And I wanted out.

I pulled my sweatshirt, well Shawn's, and took off my leggings. I now sat in just a white tank, and white underwear. I sat staring at the water, memories slowly crawling back. The time I'd slipped into the water the first time. The second breath that I thought would be my last. I stood up shakily, looking down at the water. It was deeper than the Mendes' pool. I took a step forward and let my body weight and gravity take me down. I surfaced and then breathed out, slowly sinking. I opened my eyes and looked up at the surface as I felt the rest of my body make contact with the cement of the pool. I saw a red shirt before I started taking on water. I couldn't breath. My lungs felt like they were being ripped in two. I was breaking the contract.