I was speechless, I couldn't believe it for one second. I ran across so many mugshots & records.
Tim had a very deceitful past that had never showed throughout his life but it was about to show now, the minute I found him I wanted his stuff out of my house.
I picked the file folder up and rushed out the warehouse. Tears streamed down my face, it didn't effect me until now.
I was devastated, the whole ride in the taxi was filled with loud cries & awkward silences. I didn't even pay the taxi driver I just got out and rushed upstairs.
When I reached my bedroom I plopped on my bed, and cried & cried. It was unbearable to believe that Tim was a murderer.
I thought about this a lot, maybe this was new & improved Tim that wanted to leave his past behind or maybe this Tim hid everything & didn't want me to know anything about this.
When minutes turned to hours, I fell asleep. My heart was broken & so was spirit. When Tim left he took my hope for life & love. There wasn't anything I had to leave for I wanted to end this life it was over. I didn't want to live this life I always questioned why god gave me this life, but now I knew, he needed to take it back.
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A Living Fancy
AcciónMany stories matter. Stories have been used to dispossess and to malign. But stories can also be used to empower, and to humanize. Stories can break the dignity of humanity. But stories can also repair that broken dignity of being A Living Fancy.