Rest-Stop Romance

"We are the perfect couple, we're just not in the perfect situation." 

Everyone wants to tell me how to handle my life, my emotions. Everyone wants to weigh in, not let me make the same mistakes that they did. Everyone wants to tell me those ignorant phrases like "it will get better" and "hang in there" but they don't understand the paroxysm, that heart wrenching pain that those stupid phrases cause. I don't want to hear it even less that they want to try to use those words for comfort. I imagine that at some level, they know they aren't helping one bit but they do it anyway.

If I could do it over again, I can't say that I wouldn't fall in love with him because loving him was the happiest time, the easiest time, the first time I really trusted someone to be there to catch me when I fall- and with my history, believe me, I fall a lot. I wouldn't trade the memories with him for the world but I can't fathom how I will be able to keep going without him. The saddest part is, it's not like we aren't together, we just aren't with each other. Long distance relationships are notorious for never working out in the end.

And yet, everyone is telling me to hang on, yet I look at is as, "what is the point if it is going to end anyway?". The wasted gas and mileage, the lost time just traveling are just the tip of the iceberg. It is one thing to be able to talk to each other in a relationship and no one knows more than me about how important that is. But it can't be everything. I don't want to repeat the jokes I heard or told- I want him to hear them and laugh with me. I don't want to tell him about the drug addict who asked if I knew where to get a high, I want to exchange weird glances with him after the druggie walks away disappointed. I don't want to spend our date at a rest stop off the interstate eating fast food. I don't want to live without him, I want to experience life with him.

But I can't, because we're so far apart. And people don't understand how painful that is, not even him.

I can't keep doing this. The only way I can imagine getting through losing him, is to lose him completely and move on- to distract myself. But I can't break his heart and I know he is the same in that regard. I'm just going to have to wait out the sounds of shattering glass as this slowly tumbles in a downward spiral. The end seems so far away and is going to be so painful. And I'm only going to be told "It will get better" and then someone will end up a fistful of my emotion in their face.

~E J Royson

Property of C. B. Conrad (con't, part 3)

The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.

~Oscar Wilde

     When Alec disappeared back into the guest house, I went back upstairs and finished exploring the second floor. The master bedroom was beautiful, with a canopy bed and a cushioned window seat overlooking the gardens. I could imagine my grandmother spending much time on the window seat watching my father play in the gardens.

     Turning away from the view, I walked over to my grandmother's dresser where sat her perfume and jewelry. I sprayed a bit of her perfume into the air and let it take me back to my childhood when she would hold me the nights I couldn't fall asleep. As much as I loved the master bedroom, I wouldn't dare sleep in here and disrespect my grandmother's memory. 

     A guest bedroom down the hall was where I placed my bag and collapsed onto the bed. A blinking light on my phone showed my father had left me a message. He wanted me to come home for the funeral. I rolled my eyes and pulled out the journal my grandmother left me.

     I looked at the photo of the fountain and then out the window at the gardens. Every fountain was identical and there was no distinguishable difference between the areas surrounding them. I sighed and looked at the next page in the journal. 

My Darling Elizabeth,

     Enclosed within these pages are the stories my beloved daughter wrote before her untimely death. I hope that you can see through the tales and that you are given new insight into what life was like those many years ago. I remember telling you about the times I would sneak into the basement where my father made wine and my siblings and I would steal grapes until daddy yelled at us. I would love you to read these stories with the same eagerness in which you would listen to those which I would tell to you.
     While I may not be with you any longer, know that I will be watching over you. Remember when I would tell you how I would protect you? If you're walking and a streetlight goes out, it is my way of telling you danger is near. And if you are ever with a boy I don't like, I'll have a bird poop on him. My grandmother used to have similar ways of protecting me so it is only fitting I do the same. I love you little Lizard, my only wish is that you find love and live happy.
     Love always,
          Grandma Charlotte Betty Conrad

     I read and reread the letter, imagining my grandmother reading the words to me herself in her soft, loving voice. As tears welled in my eyes, I slipped the note back into the journal and left the room. I went back into the kitchen and opened the fridge. I don't know what I was expecting to find, but it was empty.

     "I cleaned it out a few days ago. I can make you a sandwich if you want but you'll have to go to the grocery store," Alec said.

     "Thanks," I told him.

     Alec lead me out the back door and into the hot summer sun. Across the garden was a small one story house. Inside was quaint, undoubtedly decorated mostly by my grandmother. The windows were open and a light breeze was blowing through the curtains. There were four rooms: a kitchen, living room, bedroom and bathroom. It was perfect for one person. A dog sat on the couch and perked up its ears when I entered the house.

     "What kind of dog is that?" I asked him.

     "Shiba Inu," he said. "She's a good girl."

     I scratched the dog's ears, smiled and turned back to Alec who was shifting through his fridge. Over his shoulder, I saw most of it was beer. I wondered whether or not he was trying to drown a memory or just entertained a lot. 

     "Grilled cheese okay?" he asked.
     "Yeah," I looked around the small house. There were pictures of him and a young girl who I assumed his sister. Next to that was a photo of him with another girl. His arm was around her and she was looking at him with big eyes.

     "I forgot that was out," he said, taking the frame and putting it face down. "Sorry."

     "Who's the girl?"

     "She's gone so it doesn't really matter."

     I wasn't entirely sure what he meant by that but I dropped the issue.

     "So why is a pretty little girl like you running away from home?" Alec asked.
     "Not to sound like an entitled little brat, but my dad doesn't exactly get me."

     "Oh really?" Alec chuckled.
     "I'm starting college in the fall and he is mad that I applied to a writing program instead of law school. On top of that, I applied to school down here so I wouldn't have to come home."
     "Well, he might have just wanted something he thought better for your future and is going to miss you."

     "He grounded me for the summer," I told him.
     Alec laughed and flipped the sandwich over. The butter on the bread began to sizzle in the pan and I walked back over into the kitchen.
     Leaning against the counter, I said "Sorry, I didn't mean to rant at you."
     "It's cool," he said looking over at me. "I remember what it was like at your age."
     "Cause four years makes that big of a difference," I jokingly muttered.
     Alec smirked and slid the sandwich onto a paper plate. "If you want, I can drive you to the grocery store later. I need to pick up a few things anyway."

     "That would be great," I smiled. "This is ridiculously good for just a grilled cheese sandwich," I told him.

     "I used to work in a kitchen in a really nice restaurant. You pick up a few tricks along the way."
     "That's pretty neat. I'll bet the ladies love you."

     "Well they certainly don't complain," he joked. "You go ahead and finish up, I'm going to shower real quick and I'll meet you in the driveway."

     "Okay," I said. Alec disappeared into his bedroom and I finished my sandwich.
     I went back out into the gardens and looked around at the fountains. None of them were running and the water was sitting stagnant. I wondered which was the one from the photo. I ventured behind the garden and saw a small pool and a gazebo. My grandmother really had a wonderful home. 

     I went back in the house and exchanged my flip-flops for converses and then I sat at the kitchen table making a list of things I would need. Out the window, I saw Alec lock his front door and head for the driveway. I folded the piece of paper into my back pocket and slipped out the front door. There was Alec, leaning against an old Dodge Charger in a black tank top with his aviator sunglasses. This was going to be an interesting summer.

(to be continued)

Property of C. B. Conrad (cont'd, part 2)

"Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning." ~Winston Churchill 

     I looked the boy up and down, trying to determine what explanation would appropriate my presence in my grandmother's house when I hadn't spoken with her in so many years. His hair was light brown but the summer sun had streaked its bright rays through it, making parts look almost golden. His skin was tanned and his green eyes were shielded behind aviator sunglasses. He must have been close to six feet, if not a bit taller and he looked like he had played rugby for a time, having strong arms and broad shoulders.

     I tried desperately not to stumble over my words but all I could manage because my heart was pounding from excitement and fear was a shaky "Hi, I'm Liz Conrad, Charlotte's granddaughter."

      The boy removed his glasses and put them on top of his head. He eyed me questioningly, then stuck out his hand. "Alec," he said shortly.

     "Alec... who?" I inquired.

     "Lane," he said. "I was Charlie's care taker- house and health. I have a nursing degree as well as a vacuum cleaner."

     I chuckled and the boy put his glasses back on, turned and went back down the stairs.

     "Wait," I said, following him. "What are you still doing here? You know she died right"

     "No, I live under a rock," he said sarcastically. "Yeah, I know she died but she paid me through the end of the summer and I will be here helping the family take care of her stuff because that was the last thing she asked of me. Also, I'm contractually obligated."

     "How noble," I said. "So wait, how old are you?"

     "Just turned twenty-two, yourself?"

     "Eighteen."

     "It's a fun age," he told me. "Barely legal and all that."
     My heart jumped into my throat when he said that and I tried to figure out what he meant. Alec brushed into the parlor and poured himself a drink. He looked up at me and narrowed his eyes. 

     "I don't serve minors."

     "I wasn't going to ask."

     "Oh wait, you said your name is Liz right? Short for Elizabeth?"

     Now it was my turn to narrow my eyes. "Yes," I said slowly. "Why?"

     "Your Grandma Charlie left something for you. She left letters for a lot of people and was always writing in her last days. She wanted to make it up to people she had hurt and all but she left you something else. Wait here."

     Alec put his drink down on the wood table and ran upstairs. I stared at the glass dripping condensation onto the antique piece of furniture. Looking around, I found a coaster and put the glass on top of that instead of the beautiful furniture. I didn't know if he was just careless or simply had that much disregard.

     I heard his feet thunder back down the oak steps and he rounded the corner into the parlor with a journal in his hands. It looked old but the cover was beautiful and as I looked over the first page, my grandmothers cursive was the same as I had always remembered it, but I was not about to read it in front of this boy who was still eyeing me questionably. I knew whatever she had to tell me was something I should read in private because her words would move me to tears.

     "So are you going to her funeral tonight?" I asked Alec.

     "Figured it was more a family thing. Should I take it you're not going either?"

     I looked down at the ground in silence for a moment before answering, "I had planned on just hiding here the rest of summer but I think my dad still has a final say on that, especially if I'd be staying in the same house with some guy."

     "Guest house," he said. "I don't stay here. So if you wanna hide and throw ragers, smoke, I don't care- it's not my house. I have the lease until the end of August then I'm out."

     And for whatever reason, I was sold on staying here. It would take a lot more than my dad driving down here and hauling my sorry-behind home to make me leave, even if it meant getting cut off. It was only a few months, and I'm sure with my dad not being home all that much anyway, I could convince him to let me stay. There were so many secrets about my grandma that I wanted to uncover- like this one photo taped onto the inside cover of the journal. It was of a fountain in the yard and in red ink, she had written the word "here". I had no clue what it meant, but I'm sure reading the rest of the book would help me figure it out.

(to be continued)

Salt on the River

"I have no right to say or do anything that diminishes a man in his own eyes. What matters is not what I think of him but what he thinks of himself. Hurting a man in his dignity is a crime." ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry 

       Only after the fact did someone tell me to know my self worth. Of course, that stopped me in my tracks as I realized that my self worth had been taken away from me long before the faceless man could whisper that in my ear. When I think about it, I had self respect before anything happened but now I question every decision and die a little inside whenever my lover looks me in the eye. I feel like someone has physically branded the word "cheater" onto my skin. Sometimes I feel the word burning on my heart, sometimes on my lips and sometimes on my lower back. It's like a scar or a bad tattoo- something that you did once in your life and you wish you could be rid of it. But it's still there. It's not like I wanted to. I just caved into the pressure and the constant pushing for me to go against my morals. 

He was my ex-boyfriend's friend and I had been at many parties with him where my light-weight date would drop early and the rest of us played games like strip-pool. Even back then, I could feel his eyes burning on my skin. Even back then, he was pushing me to go further than I wanted. But my god did I want to kiss him. Maybe it was his daring blue eyes or the way he carried himself but I had these sinful thoughts telling me that he must have been good. 

But then summer was over and I was going to college, away from the daring blue eyes and my now ex-boyfriend. I started school and started a new life with new friends and a new lover. And everything was fine. I had no temptation, nothing blatantly staring me in the face daring me to reach outside my morals. 

  Then it was Thanksgiving break and I was being forced to make the two and a half hour drive home. On the way, my phone buzzed, and then again fifteen minutes later. I pulled off onto a rest area to use the facilities and to check my phone. One was a text from my old boyfriend who needed help writing a paper. The other was a text from Blue Eyes asking if and when I was home and would I like to get together. My heart jumped into my throat even though I know it shouldn't have. I had a happy life at school with a man who made me happy, in and out of the bedroom, which was a luxury I hadn't had the fortune of ever having before. I replied to my ex first, saying I would gladly help him write a paper and then replied simply to Blue Eyes that I would be home in the evening. 

I returned home and settled in, enjoying my father's home cooked meals that were gourmet even before having been forced to eat the slop of the school's cafeteria. I video chatted with my boyfriend that night and got to meet his mom for the first time. He had such a wonderful family and everyone seemed so loving. I realized that I had found someone with whom I could see a long future. After hanging up, my phone buzzed again, this time my ex asking if I could come over Friday morning. I agreed and then went to bed. 

Thanksgiving came and went and the craziness of my Step-Mother's Irish family seemed tolerable this year, or maybe I was just becoming accustomed. Friday morning I went over my ex's house to help him with his paper. After a few hours of slow progression, namely due to his parent's fighting or his mother interrupting us every five minutes, we decided to work over my house. My parents weren't home and my ex sat at my desk while I unpacked my summery clothes and packed the winter ones to bring back to school. He finished within the hour and we laid on my bed. I showed him a new skill I'd learned while at school- the epitome of nerdiness- the rubix cube. He was impressed but then he rolled over and looked me straight in the eye. "So, do you wanna have sex?" he asked.

This question of course came about two hours after me telling him that I was in a relationship so thankfully, he wasn't all too dejected when I raised my eyebrows and said no. But we did however go to the mall. We met up with some of his friends and to be frank, I wasn't having that great of a time due to the fact that the boys were all trying to pick up girls. Blue Eyes was there trying hard to get girls' numbers. Here's a tip: Black Friday is a bad time to pick up girls at a mall.

My ex had to leave early after receiving a call from his mother but Blue Eyes offered to drive me home. I knew this was a bad idea but agreed to it anyway. Too often at parties had my tongue slipped and I'd hinted to how badly I wanted to be with Blue Eyes. And he knew this. 

I clung to the door handle as Blue Eyes sped wildly down the highway. It was close to eleven in the evening now and I worried about the police but Blue Eyes had other thoughts on his mind. He turned to me and asked, "Ever given road- head before?" 

My jaw dropped and I answered with an appalled "No, I like living, thank you."

"I know you like me," he said after a moment. "Don't even try to deny it." And then his hand was on my thigh and my heart was beating a mile a minute. "I know you've thought about me."

I didn't say a word and I nervously pushed his hand off of my leg.

Blue Eyes laughed and put his hand back on the steering wheel. "Remember that one time," he started, "when we were in the basement playing strip pool?"

"Yeah," I responded quietly, now regretting that poorly made decision.

"God, when you took your shirt off, all I could do was stare at you."

I could feel my face burning. "Yeah, well I still played better than the rest of you," I joked nervously.

"I wish you sucked more, then you would have lost your shorts," he said, his hand now back on my thigh.

"Yeah, well I had to maintain some of my dignity."

"C'mon," he said, "You're hot."

"Yeah, not really," I muttered. "Besides, I had a thong on and I was not taking off my shorts with only that underneath." Immediately I regretted saying that because Blue Eyes' hand slid up my thigh.

"What are you wearing right now?"

"Wouldn't you like to now," I said sarcastically.

"I would," he said, then he took his hand from my leg and flicked on his turn signal. "You want to go home just yet or would you rather chill for a bit?" he asked, his voice losing the sexual tension that had been there not moments before. Maybe it was all in my head?

"I could chill for a bit," I said hesitantly. 

"Cool," Blue Eyes said driving past the entrance to my neighborhood and down the road. He went to pull into a parking lot and moved to park under a streetlight.

"Cause this isn't sketchy and obvious," I said to him.

"You have a better idea? We can't hang at my place."

"The old Sam's Club has been empty for a while and I've parked in the back lot sometimes," the words spilled from my mouth and my stomach dropped. 

"Well, isn't someone a dirty girl," Blue Eyes joked, making me wish I had the courage to ask him to just take me home. But soon we were driving back down the highway, then were parked behind the building and I wanted to disappear. 

Blue Eyes and I talked for a few minutes before things got heavy again and his hand was on my thigh once more. "I want to kiss you right now," he said. Before I could respond, his hand had taken my chin and he was kissing me. My right hand was still gripping the car's door handle and my knuckles were turning white. It wasn't a sweet kiss, it was aggressive and demanding and I didn't know what to do. His hand slid up my leg and I pulled my face away from his and tried to pull back.

"I can't," I told him.

"Why not?"

I sat for a moment before saying, "Morals."

"What do you mean?"

"I can't just go around with guys in their cars," I said.

"We don't have to have sex," he said. "I was talking with your ex earlier and he was saying you give pretty good head."

"I can't," I said again.

"C'mon," he pushed, sliding his hand from my thigh, under my shirt and up my chest. 

I tried to pull away again and insist, "I really can't."

Blue Eyes let go and opened his door and got out. He opened the back door and sat down in the back seat. "C'mon," he said, patting the seat next to him.

  I looked at him for a moment, and he did not look ready to move from where he was to drive me home. He patted the seat next to him again and I gave in. I got out and sat next to him, as close to the door as I could.

The gap between us closed quickly as he moved on top of me and starting kissing me again.

"I can't," I said for the fourth time, trying to get out from underneath him.

But he didn't stop. Soon, I was shirtless and he was undoing his pants. "I want to know if he was right about you giving good head," Blue Eyes said to me.

"Look, I really can't. This is a bad idea."

"It was a bad idea suggesting to park back here," he said, half joking but there was a twinge of a threat in his voice.

"I'm really not that good at it," I said, trying to dissuade him.

"Then use your hand."

I sat for a moment, my heart was pounding and all I wanted to do was run away. But I couldn't cross the highway to walk home and I had no one to call- my parents were asleep by now. I slowly reached over, obliging, hoping it would be over soon enough.

After a moment, Blue Eyes said, "You're going to have to spit."

"I don't spit," I said. "It's gross."

"Well it sucks when it's dry. Just spit"

"I don't spit," I repeated.

"Well then, do something."

And then I caved.

As I had hoped, it was over quickly. I didn't let him come in my mouth but it got all over my hand instead. All I wanted to do was to get home and wash my hands and then wash my mouth out. He drove me home then and as soon as the door shut behind me, I burst into tears.

I didn't see him again during that break and I was more than glad. I felt guilty as hell and whenever I looked at my boyfriend, my stomach knotted and I wondered whether to tell him or not.

I eventually decided not to tell him. It wasn't like it would ever happen again anyway and I didn't want to hurt him or put doubts in his mind. He was protective enough as it was.

Then for a while, I was okay. The semester ended and I received and overall 3.75 GPA. My parents were so proud of me. Then Christmas came and my sister came to my dad's. After my parents split, things stopped working between my mother and I, but that is a whole other story. I lost my sister and brother to the fight I had with my mother and this was the first Christmas I would be seeing my sister in four years. Everything was wonderful. I got a keyboard that I could take to school so I could play piano while away. My boyfriend and I were video chatting almost every evening while playing online video games together. 

A few days after New Year's, I was on my way to bed and had just laid down when my phone buzzed. I checked it, hoping it was my boyfriend but it was Blue Eyes again. He wanted to know if I was home on break. I told him yes but that was all. Then he wanted to hang out. He said he needed to talk to me about something.

I didn't want to meet him but he was insisting. So I put on my clothes and sneaked out the door. I hopped in my car and went to pick him up.

"So I was on Facebook the other day and it turns out someone has had a boyfriend since the beginning of October," he said after I picked him up.

"I thought that was common knowledge," I said. "It was on Facebook."

"Well I think you owe me now," he said. "Wouldn't want anyone finding out about anything."

And then we were parked behind the building again. Only this time, I was shirtless in the winter air, being pushed against my car.

"I'm cold," I complained. Blue Eyes' hands were freezing against my bare chest.

Blue Eyes looked down at my breasts and said, "I guess you are."

Then we were in my back seat. He was taking off my pants and then undid his. "Hop on," he said.

"I can't," I said.

"Why not?"

"Morals," I said, feeling this was the exact argument that got me nowhere in November.

"Shut-up," he said. "Hop on."

"I'm really no good on top," I said, pulling my bare legs into my bare chest.

"You'll be fine, just hop on."

"Really," I begged, "I'm not good at it.

"Fine," he said, climbing on top of me. But my car's backseat was small and he couldn't maintain his balance. He sat back and said, "Why won't you just ride me?"

"Because I'm really no good," I told him. I began redressing and he sighed, giving up and putting on his clothes.

I drove him home and then went back to my house. As soon as I laid back down in bed, I began to cry again.

I didn't see him again on that break either. I went back to school, started new classes and was having a great time. I was enjoying my boyfriend so much. He was so kind to me and always made sure I finished before he did. He would bring me food in the cafeteria and would hold me when I cried. I had never had such a loving boyfriend before and it killed me whenever the past un-buried itself. I was still trying to forget when my phone buzzed again.

"When are you coming home?" The text from Blue Eyes read.

"Not until spring break." I answered.

"You still owe me for not telling me you have a boyfriend."

I didn't respond to that text, so he texted again. "Send me a pic."

I thought for a moment how I could nicely tell him to fuck-off and then sent him a picture of my middle finger.

"Not what I meant," he responded. "You don't want your boyfriend finding out, do you?"

So I did what he asked. Granted, it was kind of amusing taking pictures of myself. I hated their purpose but I felt kind of sexy. I called my boyfriend down when I was finished and we went to bed together.

He couldn't stay afterwards because he still had work but that was okay. I sent Blue Eyes the pictures and didn't hear from him for a while.

A few weeks later, he asked for more. I sent him others from the gallery I took the first time. Then he started requesting types of pictures. I told him I had repaid whatever debt he thought I owed and Blue Eyes dropped the subject. I didn't see him over Spring Break. I didn't even see him for a few weeks after the semester ended. It was over. I could breathe a sigh of relief and just enjoy my boyfriend's company. 

  Then my boyfriend told me he couldn't come back to school in the fall and my heart broke in two. I knew I wouldn't be able to handle a long distance relationship. I looked back at what had happened with Blue Eyes and I knew it would happen again with someone else. After all, I thought I was a horrible person. I was a cheater and what if something happened at school and I did it again? I was sad at first, then I was angry. How could my boyfriend just not come back? We would argue on the phone for hours on ways for him to be able to come back but eventually he just withdrew and joined community college. I was upset, but I told him I would try to make it work.

Then wouldn't you know it, Blue Eyes texted me again. He asked how things were with my boyfriend and in a fit of rage I said "Horrible, I don't even care anymore." I pressed send before I even thought about what I was saying.

And then it started again.

Blue Eyes would text me, wanting to hang out and I tried to make excuses. One time, he just needed a ride home from work and I gave it to him, trying to be kind, hoping that we could just be friends. While on the drive, we talked about music and life and were friendly to each other. Nothing sexual came up at all and I thought maybe he was okay just being friends. A few weeks later, he texted me again, wanting to hang out. I agreed, hoping that we would just talk like we had in the car.

It was late at night and we went down to the Delaware River and sat on the banks looking over to Pennsylvania. We talked for a bit before he leaned on top of me and kissed me.

  "Look, I'm really sorry," I said. "I can't."

"You did before."

"But I can't now."

And he pushed for me to go down on him for a good ten minutes until I claimed the tide was coming in and that we should move. He wanted me to park behind the building again but I drove him home instead.

Then, foolishly, when he texted me again a few weeks later, I agreed to go back out with him. I just didn't learn my lesson. After he picked me up, he starting driving down the highway. We drove past the Old Sam's club. Blue Eyes kept looking at his phone while driving and I clung tight to the door handle. He wasn't really talking to me and him looking at his phone terrified me because it wasn't like he was the best driver to begin with.

We were back on the river again but this time he was smart enough to find an area where the tide couldn't reach us if it came in.

And then he pushed.

And he pushed at me.

He started kissing me and took my shirt off and I thought to myself, "This will never be over. Maybe if I give him what he wants for a change, he will drop it." Because that's what worked the first time. I had sent him pictures as a "repayment of his" stupid idea of "debt" and he had backed off for a while. Maybe it would work this time too.

So I caved in.

I was on my knees, he was pulling my hair, muttering "Oh God," and the only thing I was thinking was how much I hoped he would come on the ground instead of in my mouth. 

But he didn't.

I pulled away and used my hand as his salt began to mix into the dirt and sand of the river bank. And then he pulled up his pants, took out his phone and started texting.

All I could think was "He just got a blow job and he is texting. TEXTING. He is a fucking asshole." 

What drew me to him in the first place was the attention he gave me, but now I realized he just wanted someone to give him what he wants. I gave him the leverage to do that. I gave him my self worth. I gave him an easy target. And he branded me a cheater.

Now I'm sitting typing this while the word cheater is burning into my flesh. If he texts me again? I'll tell him how much of an ass he is. I will tell him he is a lousy kisser, and it wouldn't be a lie cause that boy was all teeth. I will tell him he has a small dick, which wouldn't be a lie either. I will tell him he is a lousy lay- anything so I never have to put him in my mouth again. I don't want to ever have to taste his salt again. I want it to wash into the river and go out to sea because I am not coming home for breaks again after this summer. I am going to find an apartment to lease for next summer. If he tells my boyfriend? Then que sera, sera. It's not like I have the confidence to be in a relationship anymore anyway.

I let Blue Eyes take one of the most important things from me. He took my confidence. He took my self worth. All because one night I played strip pool. All because I couldn't say no. All because I guess I'm a sucker for pretty eyes. I'm sitting, typing this and realizing I can never go back. I can never take back what I did.

Then one night I'm playing a video game online, feeling lonely because my boyfriend hadn't called. I was talking to a guy out in Colorado and he asked if he could do anything to help me. I said, "Keep me online so I don't go call someone." 

He didn't understand what I meant so I told him about how I had cheated and was thinking of calling Blue Eyes because I was so damn lonely.

And he said, "Know your self worth, girlie. You're beautiful."

But my self worth was gone and that girl in the mirror had an ugly scar across her past that she would never be rid of. 

Never let anyone take away your self worth. Stick to your morals, even if it means losing someone you counted as a friend. If they don't want to stand by you, then they're a lousy friend to begin with. Never give someone power over you because all too often will they abuse it. There is so much in life that if you give away who you are, you will never be able to enjoy life's treasures again. Keep that in mind, always.

~Elana Juli Royson 7-14-13

Dear James,

Because of everything, I understand why you haven't spoken to me in four years. I don't blame you but I wish you would change your mind. There is so much that I wish I could teach you about life and so much I'm missing out on in your life. I remember Melissa and I would come home from school and teach you math. You learned multiplication by age six and had basic algebra mastered by age nine. You are our little genius brother and I miss you.

Today, I would skip the math- you probably know more than I do by now anyway. I've been told you sit at the piano and play sometimes. I always wanted to give you lessons but you never sat still long enough. I still want to teach you because then all three of us would be able to play. I'm so proud of you that you joined marching band and are good at it. I wish I could have stayed with it and I always regret giving up color guard.

I'm also told you still don't have a girlfriend- well there's stuff to learn there too, girlfriend or not. I think the biggest lesson is to not treat your girl like an object. Both girls and guys fall guilty of this, sometimes I do too but I know how much it hurts. She doesn't have to be with you so make sure you let her know how much you care that she is in your life. I know our parents didn't always set the best example. I think no matter who your parents are, it is always good to have another stable couple to look to when it comes to relationships. Sometimes you overlook the bad habits of your parents but those habits manage to come out in your own relationships. By looking to another couple as well, you learn that there is more than one way to do things.

I know you are still in high school but a lesson in life is to take risks. They don't always have to be life changing but sometimes it is good to change things up. I think it's safe to say my biggest risk was leaving home and moving in with dad. I'd never tell you to leave home, unless it's to go to college. Going away for school has been one of the best things I have ever done. Sure, it was scary but I've met so many people from different places with different opinions. If you don't ever leave your hometown for an extended period of time, you miss out on so much of life that is out there. So go away for school. Get out of New Jersey- you can always come home. Learn what others have to say- the worst it can do is make you a better person.

The biggest thing I have to tell you is to stay innocent. Stay young- don't grow up too fast. I can't tell you how frustrated I am with dad harping on me to get a job and how I'm starting to realize being an adult sucks. I miss nap time, not having to study because high school was so easy, having someone else make sure that I am fed everyday, someone else paying for the roof over my head, having someone else buying clothes. When you get older, it is all on you and you don't realize just how much it is until you're an adult. So stay young. I know it's not something that you can control but enjoy it while you can. Go out, be a kid. When you get older and start gaining new perspectives, I hope you give me a call. I will keep my phone on and my heart open. Don't ever feel abandoned. I love you little brother.

Forever.

The Girl with the Auburn Waves

Locks of love for kids who have cancer- there is a little girl out there wearing my hair. Starting when I was five, I cut of ten inches every two years. Every time I cut off another ten inches, my life changed. I lost a piece of my identity- that girl with the auburn waves. My fingers would grope for it and there would be too much shampoo in my palm. I lost a piece of myself and held a sea of reality in my hands, watching it drip through my fingers.

She pulled a chunk of it out- my mother. I was fifteen and we were fighting. I hadn't eaten in two days. She had locked me in my room and hit me. We hurt each other that night and when she kicked me onto the front step, a chunk of my hair was left in that house. I haven't seen her since.

I moved to college and got bangs. They hang in my face acting as blinders to things I don't really care about. My hair is always in my face and I have to donate my time to pushing it away, trying to keep it out of my eyes. It is my ever present reminder that life changes. You lose things, you leave things and you wish you could take it all back. I want to back to the day with my full head of hair and stop that five year old girl from giving it up, even though it's selfish to want to hold onto your childhood when a sick little girl has just lost hers.

This was an assignment for my creative writing class where we had to write about three incidents involving hair that could tell a story.

Baby Brother

I wish I was there for you

When it all went sour

And four years later

I regret that final hour

Where fists were thrown

And trust was blown

In the fight for power

I wish I’d seen you graduate

And walk with all your friends

Instead I was home alone

Struggling with my pens

To find the words

You should have heard

When it all neared the end

I wish I could have grieved

But there was never time

Life keeps pressing on

And there are mountains to climb

But despite my unshed tears

And the ever passing years

Memories will always be mine

I remember taking care

Of that boy who wouldn’t speak

Translating his signs

Wrapped in such mystique

That no one understood

But sis and I would

Where mom and dad fell weak.

I remember teaching you

So you’d be top of your class

Your teacher were impressed

Of how quickly you surpassed

Your rather average peers,

Even though they jeered

And gave you lots of sass.

You were my baby brother

Always that infant wrapped in blue

I wish that in my future

You’d be standing with me too

But you can’t undo the past

And life goes by so fast

And baby brother- I miss you.

4-1-13

I love you James, and I miss you everyday <3