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Story: Requiem
CHAPTER 5
ROMINA
THE PAST
Days turned to weeks and weeks to months. Soon, three years went by. True to her word, K helped me pass my GED and ace the SAT’s. I got admitted to the same state college and while she went off to the main campus, I preferred to stay hidden in the sleepy town amidst the trees and foliage of my cabin in the woods. Taking fifteen credits kept my mind busy. Only late at night, I miss his touch.
I hooked up with a few guys I met at random parties. But it was of no use. No one could compete with Roque on any level. I guess that’s what
happens when your first bad love is with a man like him.
I try not to keep tabs on him too often but whenever I did, I noticed he was in Chicago at the helm of a rumored crime syndicate. No one could prove a thing, but I knew he probably had his hand in everything from national politics to trafficking. Roque always wanted his own kingdom. But then again so do I.
But I’m still not ready. It’s not time. I want him to forget my face, how I feel like moving under him and just when the last memory of me fades from the pages in his mind, I’ll strike hard and fast, painfully re-inking those lost, forgotten pages.
ROMINA
THE PAST
Days turned to weeks and weeks to months. Soon, three years went by. True to her word, K helped me pass my GED and ace the SAT’s. I got admitted to the same state college and while she went off to the main campus, I preferred to stay hidden in the sleepy town amidst the trees and foliage of my cabin in the woods. Taking fifteen credits kept my mind busy. Only late at night, I miss his touch.
I hooked up with a few guys I met at random parties. But it was of no use. No one could compete with Roque on any level. I guess that’s what
happens when your first bad love is with a man like him.
I try not to keep tabs on him too often but whenever I did, I noticed he was in Chicago at the helm of a rumored crime syndicate. No one could prove a thing, but I knew he probably had his hand in everything from national politics to trafficking. Roque always wanted his own kingdom. But then again so do I.
But I’m still not ready. It’s not time. I want him to forget my face, how I feel like moving under him and just when the last memory of me fades from the pages in his mind, I’ll strike hard and fast, painfully re-inking those lost, forgotten pages.