Your shoulder length, wavy, burgandy hair, your sparkling hazel eyes, your smooth light pink sparkling lips, your shimmering skin, oh, the way you walk with confidence like the beautiful woman you are. Danielle. Yes, my beautiful, confident, ray of sunshine. You are, might I say again and again, the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on.
The only thing keeping us apart is the man that you call your tall, handsome, Justin Bieber haired, asshole-of-a-boyfriend, Jarred. Of course you don't know how toxic he is. He is practically wolfsbane to you. Poisoning you with negativity, not complimenting her. Danielle you don't need him. You need someone to cheer you on, compliment you until you yourself feels like you are the most beautiful woman in the world, you- you need me.
They walk hand in hand past me a couple lockers away from mine, "You know," Jarred said as he leaned against the lockers facing her, "you should wear that dress that shows off your cleavage a lot for our date tonight."
"Oh, um- I don't know, I would like to wear the blue dress I just bought." She grinned.
"That dress makes you look like you've gained weight. Like a lot of weight." Your smile quickly faded and you swallowed your cry and then dried up.
See what I mean by an asshole? I don't understand why you are still with this man. What is so good about him? "Hey, can we get a little privacy in here." He said.
"This is the breakroom for other employees you know."
He starred at me and he grabbed her arm, closing your locker and walking out.
I wait a moment, closing my locker, and following them. He is pulling you as if you were a child in trouble. They cut a corner and I hear him talking to you. "What have I told you about embarrassing me in front of someone, huh?" He pressed your arms against the wall to where you was unable to move.
"I'm sorry, I-" you were too nervous to speak.
The manager walked out and I pulled him to me, pointing at them.
"Yes, yes you are sorry. For what, what are you sorry for?"
"Um-" a tear went down her face.
"Huh?" He almost yelled.
"Embarrassing you. I- I'm sorry for embarrassing you."
"Thank you. So don't fucking do it again or you'll regret it."
"Jarred," Our manager spoke up, "my office. Now!"
He followed him to his office, and you and I made eye contact for the first time in 10 years. Your shoulders lowered slowly as if the amount of pain she went through went away.
"Did you-?" You slowly walked over too me.
"I- um-"
Your eyes filled up with tears and you quickly wrapped your arms around my neck hugging me tightly. I wrap my arms around your waist, tight enough to comfort your. I could smell your perfect perfume, champagne toast on your neck and hair.
"Thank you." You whispered into my ear.
I was speechless on how he had treated you. I wasn't going to let that happen to you again. I made sure of it.
A few hours later the police showed up and arrested Jarred for public intoxication, possession, and criminal abuse.
You are now safe Danielle, safe from the toxicity that mad had injected you with for years.