Ten years ago, I purchased a beautiful gold antique pocket watch with the engraved initials
"E.R.A. "
Also, I was able to score an old Tiffany & Co. Return to Tiffany Tag Necklace and Bracelet in Silver and a pair of ladies Sperry Navy sneakers in a size nine and half. I was so happy with this haul especially since I only paid $50 altogether.
Little did I know that my little weekly thrift store and antiquing outing for my online vintage store called Poor Little Rich Girl would end up allowing me to become a time traveler.
I thought I had scored big by just discovering a pocket watch that had my initials on it. I have always been a huge history buff.
My name is Evelyn Rosalyn Amiss.
I have been traveling for so long through different time periods. I almost forgot what era I am really from until I heard two Englishmen in 1830 at a pub called "Illusions" say the phrase "Unfortunately Samuel couldn't save him! By the time, he finally arrived back he was too deep in thug life!"
Instantly, I thought about the first time I heard 2Pac song "Thug Life" playing on my dear departed mother's Mercedes Benz car radio while driving home from high school with her. I was sixteen years old and living in Queens, New York with my maternal family. It was Friday, September 28, 1994, on my grandmother's birthday. We were excitedly discussing our plans for her big party that night.
This is really a bittersweet memory for me.
That was the last birthday I ever shared with them. They were all killed in a drunk driver fatal car accident a month later. My mother, grandmother, grandfather, aunt and cousin were traveling back from a sushi restaurant when the accident occurred three blocks from our home. I hate sushi so I didn't go with them. I was able to treat myself to a Philly cheesesteak sub, instead while hanging outside with my friends. To this day, I hate the sight of sushi.
I was already a big fan of 2Pac. The song started playing on repeat in my head as I listened to the two Englishmen tell their tale of another doomed from the beginning interracial love affair.
Kill, kill, kill
Kill, kill, kill
[Verse 1]
Raised by thugs schooled by killers
I learned mathematics from big-time dealers
So how the fuck these love to see a nigga fallin'
Pop the Glock, suckas plottin' on a playa 'cause he's ballin'
Up early in the mornin' four deep
Creepin' in my Jeep, nigga real thugs don't sleep
You'll never kill a real g, feel me
Suddenly, I missed the 21st century, I realized I was finally ready to go home and face the music. I have avoided handling my business long enough. These two Englishmen don't know how much their tale of family drama unfolding in Bombay, India speaks to my past open wounds.
The British East India Company arrived in India in the early 1600s, struggling and nearly begging for the right to trade and do business. Within 150 years the thriving firm of British merchants, backed by its own powerful private army, was essentially ruling India.
In the 1800s English power expanded in India, as it would until the mutinies of 1857-58. After those very violent spasms things would change, yet Britain was still in control. And India was very much an outpost for the mighty British Empire.
They speak of their uncle Duke Charles Manning being sent to the Seven Islands of Bombay, India by order of the royal crown to assist with reshaping the city with large-scale civil engineering projects aimed at merging all seven islands into a single amalgamated mass in 1782.
He took his whole family due to the fact it was believed to be a long-standing post.
I had traveled to all Seven Islands of Bombay during the Portuguese Rule from 1534-1661. I had a lot of mischievous fun.
Seems his eldest son Samuel quickly fell in love with native woman named Aalia and impregnated her. He fought to marry her to legitimatize his son but was unfortunately unable to do so in that "Anglo-Indian" society. He was forced back to England to manage their affairs at home with the promise that he could eventually return once his younger brother Matthew completed his schooling. Then, other issues kept popping up that held him in England courtesy of his dear father. So, he was forced to be content with only writing his beloved and sending money for many years due to the fear of being disinherited.
After forty-eight years and the death of his father making him the head of his family, he was able to return. Unfortunately, in his absence his son started running in a bad crowd.
The absence of a strong parental figure can lead many boys to look for father figures in the streets of many large cities around the world as well as in any decade I have discovered.
An in 1830 India, gangsters suppressed by British Rule in the early 19 century, were called thugs and/or Hindi swindlers or thief meaning "he covers or conceals" in Sanskrit.
By the time he arrived his son had stolen and assaulted too many individuals and was hanged. Now, Samuel and his beloved Aalia have their grandchildren Aavya and Henry to look after since their mother died in childbirth.
Speaking of my past open wounds, let's start with parentage. My mother Darlene Adina Amiss was a light- skinned African- American woman and my father Victor Diego Rodriguez was a Mexican man.
I was raised to belief up in till I was sixteen and had lost my maternal family a lot of untrue facts.
That is where she met and fell in love with my father who was an illegal immigrant in this country. They were together for a total of five years before he was forcibly sent back to Mexico and killed sneaking back across the border to be with us. I was five years old at the time, I don't really remember him. The rest of his family was in Mexico so with no family support she returned to New York.
I still remember all the events of that terrible evening just like it was yesterday. Some of the corner boys who I went to school with came running to inform me that my people were hurt badly in a car accident up the block. I raced up the block to discover my family dead on the scene.
Police were everywhere, and I lost it. I was hospitalized for a panic attack. Then they sent me to a group home until they could locate any family for me.
They were able to find my paternal grandmother Maria Rodriguez living in Brownsville, Texas two weeks later.
Brownsville is a city in the U.S. state of Texas and the seat of Cameron County, located on the western Gulf Coast in South Texas adjacent to the border with Matamoros, Tamaulipas, Mexico.
I was able to return to my maternal family rental apartment long enough to pack up a seven-piece luggage set. Before taking my first plane ride that I remember to Texas. You will never know how hard it was to pack up my whole life in two hours in only a very worn-beat-up seven-piece luggage set.
During that period in the group home, I discovered that my birth certificate had me listed as a White Hispanic. I never knew this information; my mother raised me to write down African- American. I do remember her telling me that she was asleep when my father completed all the hospital paperwork concerning me. They had already agreed upon a name for me.
So, I assumed it was my father's handiwork at the time.
However, I don't look Caucasian at all. I am a light skinned black woman mixed with Hispanic, period. I look more like the actresses Stacey Dash or Reagan Gomez.
Once arriving in Brownsville, I soon found out not only was my father not dead. He was in fact a very wealthy man with a new family.
I lived with my grandmother Maria in her two-bedroom house in the suburbs of Combes, Texas. She was wonderful to me. My dad gave her child support for me until I turned eighteen.
While my father Victor and his new family that didn't want any part of me lived in South Padre Island, Texas. They called me every black racist slur you can think of to hurt my feelings.
I quickly discovered my father was abusive to my mother and she fled. However, my mother and grandmother had stayed in touch secretly over the years. My grandmother had helped her escape him.
After my mom left with me it motivated my father to get his life together. Now, he has a chain of hardware stores all throughout Texas. I have two younger siblings, Carlos and Lucinda.
I was able to graduate with honors. I was able to obtain a full scholarship to Texas A & M University. I was able to get a dual degree in Community Health and Business Administration.
I was the class valedictorian of both my high school and university graduating classes. My grandmother and uncle Ricky along with his family attended to support me. My plan was to open my own high-end consignment shop and nursing home.
My dad didn't want to make waves with his new wife and family. So, he rarely came around. He would just send money or gifts in the mail.
I was a sore spot for his new wife. Due to the fact, he made the mistake of telling her before I ever returned into his life how much he had loved my mother. I happened to look just like my mom. So, I am a reminder of his first love. That had dared to run away from him, and he had never quite got over.
I even heard through the family grapevine that my sperm donor had even made the painful mistake of calling his wife by my mother's name during sex a few times in the early part of their relationship.
In addition, both her kids are not scholars. They barely made it out of high school. They wanted no part of college. They just wanted full excess to daddy's wallet.
I learned all this by playing dumb for the first two years. I acted like I didn't know how to speak Spanish at all or read it. When in fact, I grew up speaking it with my Dominican and Puerto Rican best friends Joseline and Bernice. Plus, I had two years of Spanish under my belt from middle school.
I wanted to know who really cared for me and if anyone had any sinister plans to harm me in any way. Playing dumb helped me discover a lot of hidden truths and save me countless times. I learned quickly that my siblings had a grudge against me and wanted me gone with a passion. Nothing good would ever come from having any form of a relationship with them or their heartless mother.
Two years after I graduated from college and was working at a nursing home in the Human Resource Department. I met and fell in love with my husband Dylan Hernandez, a second generation under cover DEA agent at the time. He was handsome, charming and confident as well as over-protective. He is an extremely proud Mexican- American man.
However, I soon realized his over-protective nature was more controlling and manipulative in nature.
I was still living at home with my beloved grandmother Maria Rodriguez. He was visiting an old teacher of his Ms. Collins at the time we met at my job.
He courted me. I quickly fell in love with him. Within a year we had eloped to Las Vegas, Nevada for a whole week. When we came back his father threw us a huge party and second wedding to celebrate our union with all our family and friends. I had my wonderful Uncle Ricky, and my loyal grandmother Maria walk me down the aisle to the love of my life, Dylan.
My trouble started six months into our relationship. When my little sister whom I didn't know at the time stalked my social media pages. I had posted that I was in an official relationship, now.
She started showing up wherever I seemed to be and eventually met Dylan. She was immediately taken with his good looks and started with her plan to steal him away from me.
She pretended to be so sweet, innocent and totally remorseful of her past behavior towards me. She was able to convince my husband. That she was at least only a foolish child, and she never really meant any harm to me. She really didn't understand her actions at the time.
Which quickly made me the bad guy in his eyes. Since, I was unwilling to forgive her, my brother, their mother or my dad for always taking their side.
Once, they had left me stranded in a very rough part of Mexico. I had only gone across the border because they had promised to take me to meet some family members that still lived in Mexico that I had not yet met. They dropped me off in front of a brothel. They turned off their phones and went back across the border.
They had told me to go in while they found a safe place to park laughing. Something felt off about the neighborhood and listening to the people in front of the place speak in Spanish. I realized quickly before I even entered what kind of place it was and got out of there.
The second strike was that my brother had taken me to a party and put a mickey in my drink. I heard him tell some of his friends once I passed out, they could run a train on me. I was a virgin so, have lots of fun and make it memorable.
I was able to make it safely out of there without them knowing I had left. I didn't thankfully drink any of the alcohol given to me. He had started speaking loudly in Spanish before I had even taken a sip banking on the fact, I supposedly didn't know any Spanish.
I was home safely in my bed when he called to find out where I was. I just told him I couldn't find him and had decided to call it a night. I thought I had texted him. I guess I was too drunk, and the text was never sent. He fell for it. I never went anywhere with him again.
The third and final strike was they had invited me to their house under the pretense of apologizing to me. When I got there, they poisoned my drink and took away my phone.
Luckily, I had made some real friends in Texas. They had me promise to text them I was safe and well every twenty minutes during my visit. When I failed to do so they promptly contacted the police. They requested the police conduct a wellness check on me.
The police found me unconscious and unresponsive in my father's home. I was informed if I had been any longer with obtaining medical treatment I would have died. I still have stomach issues to this day.
I was twenty years old at the time and still in college. Carlos was eighteen and Lucinda was seventeen at the time. I pressed charges against them. My father wanted me to forgive them and let it go.
My father got them a good attorney and was able to have the case sent to family court. They received mandatory counseling for ten years, 2000 hours of community service and seven years of unsupervised probation along with a ten-year restraining order to stay away from me.
Family was huge for my husband. So, my unwillingness to forgive was not acceptable to him. Especially, since she was my only sister. My brother and his mother even started coming around to support her scheme to steal my husband.
My husband always wanted a little sister, so she played into that unfilled dream. She even started pretending that if I didn't forgive her, she would kill herself. My husband was raised by his father in a single-parent household. My husband was an only child. My husband always wanted a huge family. His father had been a foster child. So, it was just him and his dad against the world.
His mother had died when he was ten years old from breast cancer. Making me the ultimate bad guy in his eyes so four years into our marriage we were in a bad spot due to all this family drama.
I was twenty-nine when everything went to hell in a hand basket and if it hadn't been for that pocket watch I started wearing all the time I would have died.
They had failed to complete successfully the mandatory counseling or staying away from me.
Every time I had reported their violations my father and my soon- to – be ex-husband got them out of the jam.
They even wanted me to go to court and rescind the order of protection, but I refused to do so.
However, every time they did something bad to me my husband demanded I forgive them and let it go. So, to keep the peace in my home I regretfully didn't make a fuss. He would make them apologize to me and somehow it became my fault. Since I won't rescind the charges against them. I was in love and foolishly trusted him. I stopped putting myself first too afraid to have a failed marriage under my belt.
My husband had recently ended an 18-month undercover sting where him and his team had taken down a vicious Mexican cartel operating in the U.S. called La Familia. He was able to rescue over two hundred women and children from shipping containers that were being sex trafficked. He had promised me when the case was over, he would take me on a second honeymoon. So we could reconnect with each other. I had missed him so much in his absence.
I had kept myself busy with my online business and my job at the nursing home that I loved. I was now assistant director of Human Resources. I had been offered three separate promotion opportunities if I was willing to relocate for work. However, due to my husband's unwillingness to relocate. I didn't take any of the offers.
Unfortunately, in my husband's absence my grandmother died. I handled all her funeral arrangements. She left me her home and hefty stock portfolio that left me a very wealthy woman.
Due to my husband's undercover work, he couldn't attend the funeral, but his dad did.
He witnessed firsthand the real evil side of my siblings and their mother along with my purposefully blind father behavior. He was determined after that to get my husband to wake up and give up any hope of reconciliation with those wick people. I regret so much of the stuff I let slide that occurred.
Plus, not standing on what I had told him was a deal breaker for me. That was anyone I was in a relationship with had to respect the fact that I didn't want a relationship with those evil people.
I had told him and his father about everything that transpired with my family, and they had wholeheartedly supported me in the beginning.
So, three months later, he had closed his case and earned a promotion to the youngest captain in DEA history. I was whisked away on what I thought would be a romantic holiday for me and my husband deep in the mountains of Colorado at a beautiful ski resort. He had been so attentive and sweet to me.
I had let him handle all the arrangements for our getaway. We would be there for Christmas and New Year just the two of us. His father had taken another undercover case a month prior so he wouldn't be available for the foreseeable future.
We had even started talking about it being time to maybe start our family. I had high hopes for that trip all the way till my husband pulled into the driveway of our beautiful log cabin to find my father, his wife and my two siblings unloading their rental SUV.
I was livid. I couldn't believe he had invited them on our romantic getaway and didn't bother to inform me. He immediately informed me we could have another couple's trip later but now was the time to heal my family bonds.
He wanted me to willingly agree to spend time with them which would violate my court order. I refused and grabbed my luggage as well as my phone. I started walking down the mountain as I ordered a taxi on my phone. My husband followed behind me demanding that I get back into his rental car and stop overreacting that everything would be fine.
I informed him, "We are done! I am filing for a divorce! I will no longer subject myself to you and this insanity along with the complete disregard for my feelings or safety!"
He looked shocked and frightened at first due to my words. However, he quickly recovered and replied," Whatever! You love me and would never leave me! Stop being stubborn and cruel for no reason! I am going back to the house! Come back to the house once you calm down and apologize to me along with everyone else for all this unnecessary drama!"
I just responded back before getting into the taxi," I will be out of the house by the time you return! You can keep all the furniture and the house! I won't request alimony or anything! I don't want anything from you! I just want to be left alone! I don't even want your last name anymore because it holds no honor for me in it. Please just sign the divorce papers when they come and don't draw it out!"
By that time, I had walked for a good forty minutes with him still following me and yelling at me. When my taxi showed up and I got in. I had the taxi drive me back to the airport. I took the next flight back to Texas. I went back to our home and slept.
The next two days, I blocked his numbers repeatedly and took the time to move out. I moved back into my grandmother's home. Our marital home was a purchase he had made before he had met me. I didn't want any parts of him or anything that reminded me of him.
I spent Christmas at the nursing home and with my uncle Ricky's family. They have always made me feel like family. I was able to inform my boss at the holiday party that I would take the job offer to be the new Director of Human Resources in their Newark, New Jersey location. My boss excitedly gave me until February the 1st to wrap up my life here and relocated to Newark.
The first business day after Christmas I made a couple of important appointments in an attempt to move on with my life. First with a real estate agent for the first of the year to sell my grandmother's home. Secondly, with a good divorce attorney on the grounds of irreconcilable differences.
Lastly, with the state and federal prosecutors to give all the evidence I had of wrongdoing with my family and my soon- to- be ex-husband willingness to disregard my feelings and my personal safety at all costs.
My marriage died on that mountain that day along the side of the road. He made his choice, and it clearly wasn't me. He spent his entire holiday with them not me. I could never be with him again.
My sister and her mother kept sending me pictures and text messages the whole time gloating about finally ending my marriage. They even texted me a picture of them in bed together cuddling. He was silently sleeping with her in his arms.
I didn't even bother to respond I refused to give them the satisfaction of knowing they hurt me. I just kept blocking them for them to only just use another number to continue the harassment.
I spent New Year Eve in Manhattan, New York with my girls. I visited with old friends. I had an incredible time. I even signed a lease to a gorgeous three-bedroom loft apartment in the heart of downtown Newark overlooking the waterfront.
Little did I know what would be waiting for me when I returned to my grandmother's house.
As soon as I walked into the house, something felt off. Someone hit me on the back of my head, and everything went dark. I woke up tied to a chair with my crazy evil sister throwing gasoline on all over me.
She started shouting," He won't see me as anything other than your little sister as long as you live! However, if I kill you and make it look like that cartel came back and killed you in an act of revenge. He will have no choice but to grieve your loss in the comfort of my loving arms! He can't possibly continue to deny our bond and mutual attraction for each other after you are gone! Plus, I think he is worried about what people would say if he got with me with you still alive. He would be villainized due to our history. He doesn't want to ruin his squeaky-clean image with a sordid scandal! So, you must die dear sister!"
After she said that I heard her say something about getting knives. So, she could cut me into tiny pieces before setting the house ablaze.
I was quickly able to untie my hands quietly. I hurriedly texted the emergency police hotline, my neighbor/ friend Mr. Slater and my uncle Ricky along with Dylan's father to come help me that I was being held hostage by my crazy sister who was threatening to kill me and set the house on fire to cover up her crime.
Unfortunately, as I was in the process of untying my feet which was a little more difficult.
My alarm on my pocket watch went off and I hurriedly pulled it out of my pocket in an attempt to silence it. I stopped the alarm and took the time to rub on it three times. I finished my silent prayer but the last three words I spoke out loud, "Get me out of here!"
At the same time, I heard her brother enter through the kitchen back door and old man Slater a retired police officer yell for them to send me out and surrender that police were on the way.
I saw a big bright light appear before me and a portal opened. My great, great grandmother Dora walked out, pulled out a knife and freed me. Then, we walked back into the portal. I didn't know who she was at the first but I felt instantly safe with her besides she felt vaguely familiar.
Furthermore, if I am being truly honest anywhere else in my opinion at the time was better than sticking around my grandmother's house.
She took me back to her personal slave quarters in Rappahannock, Virginia during 1792, a two-bedroom log cabin on the far westside of the plantation hidden away from the big house.
She informed me that as a daughter of a Moor and free black woman. She had been stolen from her parents but not before her father had imparted great wisdom and magical abilities. She had kept this watch as her last remaining artifact of her previous life.
She used it to travel through time and to help her offspring children, children, children, children that came from her union with her Slave Master Edmund Lewis Amiss. Plus, when she needed to get away from his jealous wife Beth Amiss at times.
She told me when she first arrived on his plantation in the summer of 1777, she hated him and everything to do with being a slave. She plotted to escape. Nevertheless, he pursued her relentlessly for a year.
She fell in love with him and agreed to stay by his side as long their children would be automatically granted their freedom along with money to ensure a better life. He kept his promise even had them privately tutored and given plots of his land under the pretense they were just sharecroppers to ensure their safety against jealousy whites.
She taught me how to travel through time successfully, so I did and never looked back.
Now as I sit in this pub after successfully helping to free seven black men, five black women and four Irish women making sure they arrived safely in Canada away from the threat of recapture. I have gone on over fifty Freedom Missions during my time travel adventures. I am known as Lady Eve too many in this, time period.
After listening to the two British men, I try to think back to what a good time would be to reenter my life. My great, great, great mother Dora said I had to go back to that moment in time that she pulled me out. Unfortunately, I couldn't alter the events that had happened too far to the point of creating a new event to happen. I couldn't possibly stop them from holding me hostage.
However, I could go back in time to do little, small things to ensure I survived the ordeal. In addition, the moment I went back to that time when I was still tied up to the chair my pocket watch would disappear and return to her.
I would never be able to travel through time again. However, I would retain all my memories of all my experiences during that time.
So, I went back in time and got video footage of the time all three confessed everything they ever did to me in my grandmother's home with no remorse. I snuck around obtaining evidence of every past evil and cruel deed that would hold up in a court of law.
Lastly, I installed cameras outside and inside of my grandmother's home along with a few handguns hidden all throughout the home. In the process, I did confirm that they never had a sexual affair with each other. He did in fact view her as a wounded bird. His little sister needed help and guidance in his mind.
However, as far as I am concerned, they had an emotional affair. He put another woman before me. When he promised to prioritize me first along with our family. He promised before God and our family and friends twice to love, honor and protect me. Something he failed to do miserably in my outright opinion.
So, I went back to that moment in 2014, I made my chair fall over. I dragged myself over to the couch. I grabbed a handgun. I had hidden under the couch.
As the brother and sister duel ran into the living room to see what the noise was, I shot them both in the ankle.
Instantly, they dropped to their knees screaming in pain, as Mr. Slater rushed in. He helped me get free from the remaining restraints. He secured the crime scene till the police and the emergency medical team arrived. The medical team treated everyone before transporting us to the hospital.
My soon- to- be father-in-law arrived as I was being put in the ambulance and he rode with me to the hospital holding my hand. The entire time he reassured me that everything would be okay.
I gave the police a full report. I informed them of my desire to press charges fully against them for attempted murder.
The federal and state prosecutors both showed up at the hospital. I was able to provide them with all my evidence. They were impressed with all my documented daily count of the ongoing harassment and stalking I had endured by them.
They even informed me they had enough to press charges on my husband, my father as well as my stepmother.
So, when all three showed up shortly afterwards along with my uncle and his family. My father-in-law punched his son. He told him he was ashamed of him and would never forgive him for allowing those evil people close enough to hurt me, again. My father, along with my stepmother, demanded to speak with me clear up this misunderstanding.
They were arrested and charged that night. They were released on bail a week later but ordered not to come anywhere near me. My stepmother violated that order and was sent back to jail to await the trial.
My husband tried through mutual friends to get me to forgive him and help him save his career along with his relationship with his father.
I refused just wanting to be left alone and given my divorce. They tried to make me feel guilty. When it didn't work, he started sending flowers and gifts to win me back. I had them returned or I threw them away.
My father had his attorney contact me to offer me a large sum of money to agree to drop everything. I refused the offer. I wanted justice for everything I had suffered and refused to be brought off.
My siblings were held without bail due to being in violation of the restraining order and their probation.
I moved to Newark as planned. I came back seven months later to attend the trial. The sibling duo was sentenced to fifty years in prison. The state attorney had tried for life in prison but wasn't able to get that for me.
My stepmother was sentenced to nine years in prison for all her past crimes against me. My father was sentenced to three years on probation since he technically wasn't an active party in the crimes against me.
My ex-husband Dylan made a deal to testify against them and grant my divorce. Also, he agreed to take sensitive training along with DV training in order to stay in the force. He agreed to stay away from me for three years and not violate the restraining order.
Those three years went by fast. I stayed in contacted with my ex-father-in-law a little he was a good guy. Of course, with my real friends in Texas along with my Uncle Ricky and his family. My grandmother's old home sold for a nice profit.
That first year I traveled and got reacquainted with New York and old friends.
The second year, I bumped into an old college classmate leaving the gym one day. Tyler Momoa was a recently retired professional football player. He owned the gym and a couple of others. He is half black and half Samoan with a huge loving family that instantly embraced me.
Tyler from the very beginning was overprotective of me, generous, loving, patient and considerate. He even confessed he had a crush on me in college but was scared to tell me. Since he was told by my old roommate, I don't date athletes. She hadn't lied to him.
We dated for two years before he proposal on the 4th of July in front of family and friends. I was overjoyed to be planning my future with him.
However, all that Independence Day and the week that followed I couldn't shake the feeling I was being watched. I would observe my surroundings, but nothing seemed out of place. No one seemed to be following me.
Finally, one day I was walking into the mall to have lunch with my girls and watch a movie with them.
When Dylan appeared in front of me opening the door. I froze unable to move or speak. I didn't know whether he wanted to kill me or beg for my forgiveness again.
He quickly said, "I just came to say I am sorry for everything! I still love you! I know the failure of our marriage was my fault, all mine! My first girlfriend killed herself due to family drama and I had always blamed myself even those I was only a kid…myself in high school! So, when your sister started talking about killing herself. I wanted desperately to fix everything! I overlooked so many signs that they weren't sincere in their intentions to the point it put you in danger! I just want another chance! Please to prove I am really a good man. The man you fell in love with all those years ago!"
"Have you been following me?" I asked him looking around.
"Yes!" He replied to me nervously.
"So, you know I am engaged and I am truly happy! I don't love you anymore! All the love I had for you died on that mountain in Colorado! There will never be another you and I! Leave me alone! I don't hate you! I just don't want you in my life anymore not even as a friend! You broke my heart!" I confessed to him as I looked deep into his eyes so he could see and feel my sincerity.
"I am so sorry! If you give me another chance! I promise I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you!" He pleaded with me dropping down on one knee and taking my hand in his.
"Don't make this harder than what it must be for us! Go find happiness and love with someone else! I truly wanted you to be happy and move on….. just not with me! Don't make me call your father or the federal government and report the fact you are stalking me!" I responded growing anger and anger with him every second that pass by.
Where was all this energy and love for me on that mountain? I asked myself refusing to give into his demand to be a couple again.
"Wow! Would you really report me just to get away from me?" He asked me in total shock as he dropped my hand and stood up. Gone was the girl that lived to please him and followed his every order faithfully. My family had been the only issue I had pushed back on.
"Yes! So don't force my hand! I am finally happy again! I have made peace with my past so go away!" I answered firmly.
"Goodbye, my love! I won't bother you again! Just know if you ever change your mind, I am a phone call away!" He voiced in the most sadness tone I had ever heard him use in my life.
I stood there as the rain came down as he slowly walked out of sight.
THE END