Love changes

The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

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*** In Sarah's skin ***

I went to have a coffee with my best friend Helena. We are chatting around a table and each holding their cup of coffee.

Helena: So, are you okay? Why are you doing this head?

It is true that I make a skull, to tell the truth I ignore where to put my head, I am full of anxiety.

Helena (snapping my fingers to get me out of my thoughts): hey ooh! What are you thinking there? Your coffee will cool.

I really don't go well morally, I don't know where to start. Always with trouble constantly, I start to believe that I have bad luck in my veins. I know that I exaggerate by saying this but it is stronger than me what I live.

I take the cup of coffee, I drink a sip and place it again on the small table. Helena is constantly probing me, she awaits an explanation for all this. She knows there is something that bothers me and I can't hide anything on my emotions. I would say that it is the only person after my father to really know me.

Helena: Sarah, don't make me waste my time, give birth! I know there is something wrong so I listen to you.

Sarah (I sigh): I ... I am at the end ... I ...

Without realizing it, I am shedding tears. She takes my hands, her eyes compatiating with my pain. I am at a time of my life when I no longer know where to put my head. Often I wonder if suicide will help me get rid of the burdens of life.

Helena: Ssst ... I'm here ... (she makes a sign to the server that brings us a glass of water, she gives me the glass of water) a little water, it will do you good.

I drink the water, wipe the tears with my thumb and then take a deep inspiration.

Sarah: It's pregnancy.

Helena: What? Is the baby well? Is there a problem?

Sarah: None of this, I'm about 5 weeks of pregnancy and I don't know how to announce it to Joaquim. You know him, he can take this pregnancy badly.

Helena: You are not telling me that you plan to get rid of it, if this is the case and well I will not support you.

Sarah: No ... far from me, the idea of getting rid of this pregnancy. I have already made ideas on the baby you know!? How to hold it, give it breasts, rock it ...

Helena (sad mine): Ah yeah I see! And Joaquim, have you never hit the conversation of having children?

Sarah: Hmm no, you know it's not someone very sociable, you can never chat with him, always on the nerves. Pouf, I'm starting to be fed up. I don't think he's ready to be a father and that's what scares me the most.

Helena: Maybe with the arrival of your future baby, he will start taking his life in hand and being more responsible.

Yes, there are people with the arrival of children they change positively and I hope it will be the case for Joaquim. Everyone wonders why I am with a guy like Joaquim, the truth is that I love Joaquim. I hope it will change but the more time passes and the more I start to lose this hope. If he does not want to change his way of life and well I will end up leaving him to live the life I want. But for the moment, we will see what will happen when he learns that he will be a dad.

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