New Beginnings

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I put on my favorite Miguel mixtape as I packed my bag for work. It had been over a week since deciding to go back to graduate school. Next week I would have to begin enrollment and orientation. I was excited yet heartbroken. I got up enough nerve to pack Marques’s bags, and I had his assistant pick them up. Just when I thought I was beginning to love myself more, someone comes along and tries to tear me down.  I knew that I wanted more out of life and I had to get rid of whatever was holding me back.

Tonight would be my last night dancing at the club. I was worried moreso than excited. Worried that Marques would show up and embarrass me. I found out that he’d still been acting as my manager and negotiating deals without me. My plan was to start fresh come Monday. New look, new place, new energy.

 

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Towards the end of my dance, I climbed to the top of the pole and flipped upside down. As I came to a screeching halt at the bottom, I heard yelling and tussling. My natural instinct was to run for cover in case things got worse, which they did. It was Marques arguing with the bouncer. I tried to hurry off stage but it was too late. Someone grabbed me from behind as shots rang out.  I was topless with one shoe on.  I suddenly realized I wasn’t in the arms of a security guard from the club. It was one of the thugs associated with Marques and his entertainment company. By that point I was fearful of my life. I kicked the guy in the balls with my spiked heel and he dropped me. I ended up running straight into Marques and his fist.

The club bouncer quickly engulfed Marques’s head into a chokehold as I threw the other shoe. Since I made direct contact with his fist, I ran outside while covering the bruised eye. Cops were already heading inside. One of them stopped and asked if I needed to go to the hospital. I said yes and he escorted me back to his truck. As we pulled off, he began asking questions about everything. When he asked if I had ever been hit by Marques before, I felt tears fall as I nodded my head in response. How had my life come to this?

 

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~ by A. Nicole on September 21, 2012.

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