Chapter 2(Run Akesha)

Akesha’s Point of View

This is the most awful day of my life. I don’t have enough money, the bus hasn’t arrive and someone’s making a scene in our apartment. And here I am running to go home as fast I can. I am so tired. I want some rest and have nothing to think so much. I really wanted to cry right now because I’m really exhausted. But, I don’t have time to cry. I have to be strong. I have to.

[Gasping] Run Akesha, you can do it! You can do it! You’ve come so far. I know you can do it.

My phones were ringing, and I saw Shainna's name on the display screen. I immediately responded while I am running, but somebody hit me so hard, that’s make me dropped my phone on the floor. I closed my eyes because of irritation or shoud I say anger. I can’t afford to lost this phone because I have a lot of memories about it. Maybe, it is old but for me it is very special and still working. The man who hit me keeps running and doesn’t even try to look at me to apologize to me. What a piece of shit! I hate that I met another asshole of this town at this moment. If its happen again , I’ll surely kick his so called the weakness part of a man. I'll just pick up my phone and make sure that it's still working. Good to know that is still working and no damage at all. I’m really happy nothing happened to my phone.

[Happy] Thanks, God! It's still working' and there's no damage. I smile and hugged my phone. If anything happened, I would chase this man away. I would kill him using my own hands. I’m just joking.

I texted my best friend Shainna saying that I met someone who was a piece of trash and I assure her that I'm almost near to our apartment. Then I continue runnung and later on I arrive quickly in front of our apartment. And when I get to our apartment, I meet a woman from the age of '50s screaming with rage at our place. She looks sophisticated, but doing that kind of thing doesn't make her educated. I come close to know the identity of this woman.

[Sigh] What the hell is this happening? What is this now? I’m really exhausted. I want to sleep. This day is so tiring for me.

I approached the old lady and found out who she was. The mother of my ex boyfriend number 5. My ex boyfriend number 5 is an engineer that I found out as a mommy’s boy and he even choose her mother over me to be his partner to attend to a special event. I broke up with him because  he says wanted to hang out more with his mother until he was ready to be in a relationship with someone else and I respect it. I let go him and support him. We broke up because it's our own choice and decision and I don't know what her mother's doing here and making a scene. This is making me nuts. I just know we have both agreed to our decision. I don’t remember that we have an issue or problem after our break up. After we split up, we never made contact to each other. I never did contact one of my exes, just totally cutting ties with them. And we made a promise to not messed up with each other ever again. I also say to him that if ever we meet again just pretend we are strangers.

I come close to the old woman and greet her with full respect. She seems surprised when she sees me, I might as well be shocked to see a haggard girl. But in the end she hit me really hard on my right arm. I just closed my eyes and remained calm even if it is truly hurt. I smiled and bowed to old lady. And when I looked at her face, I felt that she felt terrible about what she did. My arm stings at this moment. I slightly massage it.

“Good day, Ma’am. What do you want from me, and how can I help you?” I asked her politely and then she slowly gets more reachable. Her expression softens, though.

“My son, I think he still in love with you. But you broke up with him. Why you hurt him?”

“I think you misunderstood, Ma’am. We broke up because we both wanted it.”

[Sad] I think he loves you more than to his own mother.

“No, Ma’am! Don’t think that way, it’s impossible. I really know that he loves you very much, he really do.” I smiled and come closer and tap her shoulder to comfort her. Now, I understand why she’s here. She wanted to know what type of person I am. She wanted to know what type of woman her son seeing. It is a mother’s love and I can’t judge her by that. Because our mothers love is unconditionally. I wish I had my mother around me. A mother who will make everything to protect her child. I miss my mom. I really do.

When she started crying, I decided to hug her. I remember my mom when she was living. I was almost in tears, but I chose not to. I missed her very, very much. I miss her hug, kiss, care and cook. I miss everything about my mom. When I was younger my mom always my superhero. When my fathers left us, mom did her best to give me a better life and she did well. She died right after my graduation, and I’m with her but I did nothing to save her. Before she died, she’s still thinking of my situation. And she even left me enough money that I can used to start over again. My mom is so lovable. I can help it anymore, I let my tears to flow and let my self be vulnerable again. The old lady hug me tightly and now I feel a mother touch again. I don’t know but I feel weak and just sit on the floor. Mom I wish we can be together again. I always dream of you, that we are together. But when I open my eyes, I'll realize it was nothing but a dream. A dream I truly wanted to remain in. Mom, I missed you a lot, I'm tired.

“Just cry young lady. Everything will be alright. I’m really sorry for making a scene here. Why are you crying?” she touched and brush my hair like my mom always do and it made me cried so much.

I remember my mom in small things that she always do with me. How I can moved on if she continue to pop out on my head and memories.

“I just miss my mom.” I said, cried and cried again.

“I’m sorry hija. Just cry I’m just here.” He brushed my hair like my mom used to do when I was young. I smile bitterly, I want her to be the one who holds me in her arms. I really miss her a lot. Shainna help me to get up and bring me inside of the apartment. The old woman sends her goodbyes and apologizes for what she did. While, I'm here feeling the loneliness, I've been fighting over the years. I’m always weak, the same person I've been for the last couple of years.

[Sobbing] It’s hurts a lot. I have this feeling for years and now I am still a week. I believed I had overcome this incident, but I suffered the very day of the accident. I’m so worthless. I witnessed everything, and I didn't do anything to help my own mother.

“Ssshh. Stop! It’s not your fault. You can't blame yourself for being afraid”

I cried and cried until I had already fallen asleep. I remember his last smile and tears running down my eyes.

I love you, Mom. I really do.

I will run as fast I can. I will run and will reach you again. Wait for me my dearest mother. Someday I will be free from this nightmare and I will be proud to face you again.

I will never hide again. I will face the person who caused you to death. I will promise, I will be brave now to make you proud of me. Being a well-known writer will help me have many connections and I will use it to reveal the truth behind your death. I will sue them. I will make sure to bring justice. I am Akesha Melody Anderson ,will run as fast I can and never be hide again.

I will learn how to fight and protect all the people that have special part in my heart and life.

I should be brave to protect my love ones. I will not be a coward anymore.