by Aslean Krouser

Created on: July 10, 2009

A Summer Storm...

What a beautiful day it was, my girlfriend and I were hanging out in her backyard. We were laughing and talking about the good ole days. I haven't seen her in years. She came in town because of a death in her family, so it was a sour sweet moment. There were family members pouring out of every where, and then walked in uncle Jerry. Every one was quiet for a moment,even my girlfriend. She stopped laughing in mid air. Her mouth was just open, with no sound. I was like what just happened.

My girlfriend grabbed my arm and told me to lets go. "Hold up, my drink," shoot that strawberry daiquiri was too good to go to waste. We walked down the block from her house in complete silence. I went to continue with the same joking spirit, but she was not trying to hear it. There was not a smile, nor a smirk, home girl was totally cold. I began to feel guilty for my action for some reason or another, I couldn't call it. I found myself apologizing for my foolish manner in a time of sorrow. To be honest I was clueless. What do I do, what do I say, "Man what just happened" I wanted to scream. My girlfriend was in trouble, and I couldn't help. My stress level was rising, because my girlfriend just changed her attitude, personality, posture, you name it, it was changed. We sat in a park underneath a big oak tree for about 10 minutes, then I said, "Tammy give me hug, I love you." She reached for me, and when her right cheek landed on my shoulder, she let out this piercing cry. I'd rubbed her back and told her its good to cry when there a death in the family. She pulled herself together, and said,"No, that's not why I am crying."

After listening to her tell me every detail of her uncle Jerry molesting her I could not breathe. She said it went on for years, and no one believed her accept for her aunt, which just passed. She said if it had not been for her aunt, Jerry would not have done any time for his crime. He threatened her with a promise; when he gets out, he was going to kill her. He said, "She broke the code." In the middle of her sharing her story, we were interrupted by her mother. She brought us another daiquiri, and asked Tammy was she alright. Tammy implied," I am OK, he caught me off guard, I thought I will never run into him." She also said, "I know that was my past, and I am healing, but boy O boy when it rains, it pours." We laughed, and sipped on our delicious daiquiri.

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