In His Arms

I'm Kent George, 23 years old, and this is my story, wait, no, her story and mine.

She's so pretty. She's great person with a good attitude, respectful.

She's smart, an ace at everything actually. She is good at everything. When you tell her to do something for the first time, she does it perfectly.

But apparently, she's not that perfect after I met her. She had problems, just like everybody.

Her story was the least I expected. She and her mom were abused by her dad, but the thing is, her dad never drinks, he just had issues. The other problem was her mom. Although they both were always abused, she was an alcoholic. She spent all of her wages by buying alcoholic drinks, mostly the most expensive ones, not caring about the price since she had enough money to buy it.

Her family is quite messed up. She did have an older brother, he would always stick up for her and her mother against her dad, or so I thought.

They were a perfect family, once. After having bad luck after bad luck, their family business got bankrupt.

The next thing shattered their whole family's heart, they knew that her brother had an unknown terrible disease. Their whole family used up all of what was left from their business and savings, trying to save him, but unfortunately, he didn't make it, leading all of them to be miserable in the state I just told you.

You may wonder, why do I know all of these, well, actually, we were friends, best friends actually.

For 15 years, we studied on the same school, a university, we started off when we first met when we were 5 years old. I remember what she wore on the day we first met each other, it was the first day of school.

She was that really cute chubby girl, I can never forget that. She wore those cute ribbons for her two pigtails on her hair. She was wearing a beautiful dress, a floral one, and she was really confident with her doll shoes that had the same color with the ribbons on her hair.

Well, being the child I once was, I always teased her since her hair reminded me of pasta, her hair is unbelievably curly, well, the ones that had the perfect curls. Straight on the top part and curly-wavy at the end.

After many years, I grew to like her. Of course, I couldn't really tell her, she got really close to me when she had her first boyfriend. I was quite jealous, knowing I wouldn't become her first boyfriend. We were at our first year of college, she and I had the same course, we both wanted to become surgeons, she wanted to go for cardiology and I wanted to go for neurology.

I never understood why she wanted to be a cardiologist, well, anyways, going back, her boyfriend was really supportive of her, she drifted away from me, but on our second year, she suddenly went back to me and said, "we broke up."

I knew I couldn't do anything about it with violence, she hated violence, well, based on how I've observed from her family's state.

I got quite angry with the fact that he had to break up with her to leave her for another girl, it turned out that he used her so that his ex would be jealous and would want to get back to him, well, apparently, the girl did go back to him.

We got closer and closer. She had this thing about her, she was really clingy, well, I didn't mind. She loved getting hugs, and mostly because I was way taller than her, she told me this story about her ideal type, well, I kind of passed her little test, but she said that she didn't to date me since she thought of me as her big brother, after her biological one died.

Well, remembering, her ideal type was practically me, but not me. She loved tall guys, the ones with green eyes, brunette hair, definitely a straight man, had a defined body but not too muscular or very built like body builders.