"I don't know mom... I just haven't been feeling like myself lately."
"And what do you mean by that?"
I sighed. "It's like how do I know I'm doing the right thing?"
There was a long silence. I had just gotten home from the hospital yesterday. Alex my ex was going to trial tomorrow. Everything just seemed messed up.
"Gina that man hurt you." She said holding back her tears. "He put you in the hospital. Almost took you away from me."
"Ma.."
"You are going to testify against him! Or you can leave." She said getting up from the kitchen table.
"Fuck" I whispered to myself. Here I am 23 still chasing and defending the same nigga that always lets me down. I would love to be able to say Alex wasn't always like this. But he has always been a piece of shit. And I am the tissue he uses to wipe his ass. I deserve it tho.
Getting up I walk to my mamas room.
"I was thinking I'll probably go stay with Auntie after tomorrow. It could be a good change."
"Ha. Good change? What are you gonna do?"
"Finally use my degree. She said there is an opening at a school."
She sighed. "Ma I can't stay here. If I do I'll only be going backwards."
She will never understand. Every time something goes on with Alex I try to leave and she keeps me here. Now look where we are.
"Auntie says Georgia will be different. Maybe the open air and wide space will be good for me."
"Atlanta is a city ain't no fresh air."
"Ma please I just wanna get tomorrow over with and leave so you can either help me pack or leave my room."
"Who you talking to? Don't think cause you grow that you gonna speak to me anyway in my house!" She yelled pointing her finger in my face.
"That's why I'm leaving. And nothing you say is gonna stop me."
She backed up a little. "And what are you gonna do out there huh?"
"Be great. I can't stay here and be great cause I'm gonna always run back to the past."

YOU ARE READING
Go Gina
Genel KurguGina! Stop! This isn't your life anymore Gina St. James finally escapes her past and has a chance to start over. But as we all know bad habits die hard.