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The Water Girl

The Water Girl

Damn water, girl.! Shouldn’t you just stick to the salad you have in your hands? You keep eating unhealthy foods like pizza. You’re going to get too big to run and fetch me my water.” “Thanks for your concern, Arron, but it’s unwanted and needed because all I’m eating today is my salad.” “You do not have to explain anything to that douche bag,” Sydney hisses at me. “I was being sarcastic, Syd.” Sydney rolls her eyes at Arron, then leads us over to our table. Luckily, I made it to my table without a hitch. Normally, I end up with most of my food on me before I get to my table. “Are you okay Riv? “Sydney asks me once we get sat down. “Yes, I’m used to it by now.” “Wow, River Rock just walked in.” My skin instantly heats at that name. Rock (James Martinez) is not only the hottest guy at school. He is the quarterback and captain, and my biggest hater at Scotts high. To make matters worse, his mom is dating my dad. “Hey water girl, go get me some food.” Rock says, coming over and sitting down at our table like he owns it. “Fuck off Rock.” Sydney says, then gets up and positions herself in between us. I guess she thinks that’s going to stop him from harassing me. I go to get up and get him food so he will leave me alone, but my friend is not having that. “Sit your ass down.” Sydney growls. “Just let me do this Syd so I might eat in peace today.” “You’re going to eat in peace, anyway. I will make sure of it,” Sydney says between clenched teeth. She really doesn’t know what she starts when she does this. Surprising, Rock gets up and walks over to get his own food, then goes and sits with his girlfriend and the other football players. I get to eat my food in peace for the rest of the lunch hour. Once the bell rings, Sydney and I head to our next class. We make it through our last couple classes and then it’s time to go out on the football field to make sure the team has plenty of water. I wonder if I could get away with putting some laxative tablets in their waters see how good they practice having to run to the bathroom every 5 minutes. “Yo water girl, get your ass over here with the damn waters,” Damion, the linebacker, yells at me. Making me jump out of my daydream. You know I’m not the only water girl out here, but I’m the only one that gets picked on. I really don’t understand what I have done to make them target me. Unlike Tiffany, who's dry humping Rock's leg while giving him water, I'm quiet and keep to myself. Walking towards the table, I put some more water glasses down on it. Then I walk over to the guys that are standing around waiting to get on the field to see if they want any water. “It’s about damn time, water girl.” Most of the guys say, but there are some. The freshmen thanked me. But that will soon change once they hear what the other guys call me and the way they treat me, then they will start doing the same. Once that set of guy’s head on the field, the ones that were on the field head off it, so I do the same thing for them. I walk up to them and pour water into the mouths of the ones that want water and get shoved to the side by the ones that don’t want water. God, I really don’t know why I am doing this… I really hate football. But it's either this or having to hear my dad complain about me not doing anything. By the end of practice I have everything packed up, and ready to head to the locker room when Rock and his friend Damion walk up behind me, pushing me so hard I fall and the bottles in my hands go flying around the field. “Oh, damn water girl, I didn’t see you standing there.” Rock says, then bends down to help me up to my feet, but I slap his hand away. “Now, now, River, is that anyway to treat your sum to be stepbrother?” Rock chuckles. God, I hope not. “My dad will never marry your mother. He loved my mother too much.” I spit at him and he sees red. Rock lifts me up off the ground by my shirt, hauling me into his body. “You listen to me, you little bitch.” “James Martinez, put River down right now.” Coach barks at him and Rock chunks me to the ground and I land on my butt hard. Once everyone heads to the locker room, I get up and start gathering the bottles that went flying a minute ago back up and put them back in the bags. Coach must have stayed behind because he helped me with the bottles. “You know, Ms. Darby, you really shouldn’t let them boys treat you that way.” I know I shouldn’t, but I really don’t have any choice. “Thanks coach I say.” Once he helps me up and gives me the bags to carry to the locker room. “River, I’ve known your dad for a long time, and I don’t think he would be too happy to know how bad things are for you at school.” “No offense, coach, but you must not know my dad as well as you think you do, because my father couldn’t care less.” I walk on into the locker room without another word.
Her Own Making: A Family

Her Own Making: A Family

The familiar scent of my Aunt Carol' s pot roast once symbolized family, now it was the smell of my personal hell. My fiancé, Michael, sat beside me, urging me to eat, while my cousin Bethany feigned illness, subtly pressuring me to give up my Star-Tech internship for her. In my first life, I capitulated, sacrificing my hard-earned opportunity because Bethany "wanted" it, swayed by her theatrics and my family' s relentless pressure. That decision was the beginning of the end, leading to a life of quiet desperation, watching my dreams handed to my manipulative cousin while I was praised for my "understanding." It ended in a hospital bed, alone, broken, and dying, while Michael and Bethany planned their wedding. The cold, sterile memory of that flatlining heart monitor brought a wave of blinding nausea. But this time, it was different. This wasn' t a memory; it was a horrifying replay. "Actually," I stated, pulling my hand from Michael' s, my voice clear and steady as a bell, shocking everyone at the table, "I won' t be giving up the internship." A stunned silence fell, Bethany' s feigned sympathy replaced by immediate tears, Michael' s concern for her. My aunt snapped, calling me selfish, Bethany fragile. I pushed back my chair, declaring my decision was final, and walked out, leaving my untouched plate. This wasn' t a negotiation; it was a declaration of independence. The life they had planned for me was officially canceled. I sold my mother's jewelry, deleted Michael's texts, and applied to a university thousands of miles away. It was my second chance, a new beginning, and this time, I wouldn' t be a victim.
Love Me One More Time

Love Me One More Time

when will I come back, Jov? Govan and I are here at the airport. Why... Why did you change your mind? You want to leave me here first?” I asked my wife from the other line. I looked at my son that I was carrying now. This is the day I've been waiting for. The day we were going back to the Philippines and I forced Joavani several times to send us home. I was still happy when he told me that. That my son and I can go back but he called me because he wanted to... Only Govan, only Govan will come back and not with me. "Just follow what I said, Gotchelle... Govan will go home first. Don't worry, I will still set a schedule for when you will come back here," he said and I sighed. "I've been waiting for this day for several months, Jov..." I said and my tears immediately fell to the side. My chest felt heavy and I felt like I was having trouble breathing. "Please... When I have chosen the day to take you home, I will pick you up, Gotchelle..." "Why are you doing this to me, Joavani? Did I think... Did I think that everything was gone from you? After you... gave our son a DNA test and you found out that you... You are really his Daddy and not--" "We just talked today, Gotchelle. So don't let us fight anymore just because of that. Yes, I don't have all that anymore. I understand and know the truth. Just please, just follow me," he pleaded. I sighed again and caressed my son's face. "Aren't you surprised, Joavani? That's why I only sent you the DNA test of our son? That's why you still don't know Govan's face?" I asked him smiling and my tears started to fall. My chest tightened until I could feel the pain. “G-Gotchelle...” "He's just like you, he looks just like you, Joavani. There is no doubt...that he is your son. That's why, I didn't send you his photos because I want... I want you to recognize him as your son and not doubt him... Jov... Alright, I'll follow what you said. Just...just take good care of our son, while...while I'm gone, huh? I love him very much, Jov. I love our son very much," I said and kissed Govan's head with all my heart and then handed him to his babysitter. “Gotchelle?” “When they arrive. Call me right away, Joavani. Alright..." I said and hung up. "Ma'am, are you sure you won't be coming with us?" my son's babysitter asked me worriedly. I shook my head. "I hurt my husband too much before and I didn't appreciate him just because...I wanted another man but...he's not hard to love so I'll follow what he wants. To what he commands me. Just take care of my son, okay?" I said and he nodded. Govan even extended his hand as if he didn't want me to go away and when I grabbed it, it just tightened. "Ma'am..." "See you when I see you, my son. Mommy loves you, always," I tearfully said and when they started walking away from me, I felt like a big rock hit my chest. My tears looked like rain because of their successive drops. I waved at him even though he was trying to look at me and was crying. This is what Joavani wants, what my husband wants so I will follow. I still hope that soon I will be the one to leave this country but that thing did not happen. Because when he called me and he was going to pick me up, I refused. How can I go home to us? How else can I show him when I'm... useless? Because when I was on my way home from the airport, I didn't expect that there was an accident waiting for me and that was the reason why...I became paralyzed. I can't walk anymore so if I go home to my parents I will just be a burden to them. So I chose to stay here...for a few years. Yes, it took that long. I often tell Joavani that I will also go home next month but that just passes and I don't do it. Because I deliberately didn't go on... He won't need a wife who is only in a wheelchair.