I was sitting in the car with all my doors locked and my phone clutched in my hand. My wrist was stolen and my arms and legs were covered in small weeps. I checked for John one last time in my rear view mirror and also on the streets. I didn't need him to follow me home. I would have taken my license plate off if I didn't need it. I turned on the car and sped off. The horns in the background were relaxing to me as I raced myself home to safety. John didn't know where I lived and he had no idea the connections I had or what I was capable of.
Even after everything that happened I still had that butterfly feeling in the pit of my stomach. I didn't want him to hurt me, but I didn't know why I wanted to see him again. His face was permanently implanted in my brain. I could still picture his perfect smile and all his white teeth. My hands trembled and the rest of me was stinging as my sweat hit my cuts.
I was actually surprised nothing more happened; I was prepared for the worst. When he let me go I was relieved, but it also seemed too easy. There had to be more to come because it was possible that I would actually see him again. He never fails to show up in the most unexpected places. But why would I want him to show up? He assaulted me.
I pulled into the driveway and stared at the house to see if any lights were on. It appeared mostly dark, so I could only assume that my father was out. I needed him right now; not for protection. He was the only person I could talk to right now. My John wasn't up for a friendly conversation. I still had to find a way to convince him that meeting my dad was a futile mission.
And that was still on my mind after everything that happened. My John, the one I was in love with was still in my thoughts and I still worried that he would leave me.
I opened the door to the Hawaiian breeze infested house. The temperature was below freezing that meant my dad was stressed. When he stresses he sweats and so turns the temperature down. I left it the way it was. My room was also affected by the coldness and it affected my mood. I preferred to have it nice and warm; just like the sun hitting my face. The contrast of my father and I's personalities were the reason that I once considered moving out. I would get my our apartment and a job at the art gallery not far from the coffee shop and invite Rolfey over every night so that we could make love in peace. Well, when we finally got to that point in our relationship; he respected my wishes to wait, but sometimes I wanted him to be more assertive. Sometimes I felt like I dominated our relationship.
My wrist still throbbed; I started to look for something to wrap my wrist in. The only thing I saw was a white scarf covered in sequence. That wasn't going to be were papers were still scattered across the floor. When I tried to step over all of them I accidentally stepped on one. There were writings on the back. Most of them said, "Pocahontas Rolfe". I laughed a little and flipped it over. A black and white picture of me and Rolfey was on the other side. Our smiles were wide and were embraced each other like we were never going to let go. I wished it was like that again. I wish that we could be in love and embrace each other more often. Now the only thing he wants to do is fight. I hate to fight. I hate saying things that I will later regret to hurt him because he hurt me. That was most of our conversations and he knew that we were slipping. I should have ended our relationship a few hours ago.
I ripped up the picture of John and me; it wasn't us anymore. There was slim hope that I could fix everything between us without each one of us getting hurt.
"Pocahontas!" My father called. I ran to the stairs.
"Father?"
"Pocahontas, I have really good news. I talked to a few people and now we hosting an art fest in the park in a few weeks. I thought we can feature a few pieces from yours truly."
I raised my brow. My father was doing something for me that I actually wanted to do.
"Wow. I don't know what to say."
"I do things to make my favorite girl happy." My dad was smiling ear to ear. I flushed.
"Thank you, dad. Really, you don't know how much I need this."
