They say that every sinner was once a saint. Well, what do they have to say about the girlfriend of a sinner? Is she a sinner by association? Is she a saint? Well, if you ask me I'll tell you that I'm a saint trying to undo what a sinner has done. Five years ago my boyfriend pulled off the biggest heist in the history of the state of Alabama and for the past five years I've lived the life of luxury. Enough is enough, my son is now five and wondering about daddy. My conscience is starting to eat at me. Things are starting to get out of control for me, I don't know what to do. Well, I guess all I can do is pull a page out of my boyfriend's play book and go back and look at some of my past diary entries and make a decision based upon those very entries.
July 15th
Five years and three months since the robbery and his death. Let me call it what it was his suicide his cop out his escape from responsibility. He wanted to be famous, he was driven by greed. It was his selfish desire that led to his downfall. He didn't have to kill everybody else but he couldn't allow anybody else to be around to share in the glory he wanted it all for himself. He wanted the fame, the fortune, the infamy, and hell if he was lucky enough he wanted the special that would air on t.v. to be all about him and how he pulled it off. Never mind the fact that the asshole had help from me, his sister,his brother, an old friend, and who the hell knows who else. I guess that greed really is a deadly sin. How's the weather in hell my friend?
July 16th
There is one thing I can thank the asshole for and that is making sure that me and his son, Xavier, don't have to worry about anything when it comes to monetary matters. That's bout the only thing I can thank him for. I have to raise Xavier all by myself. Xavier always ask where is daddy, when is daddy coming home? I keep telling him that daddy is away on business and that he will be home as soon as he can. The sad thing is that he's never ever coming back again no matter what. I have to tell Xavier sooner than later.
July 17th
I often feel sorry for Xavier at times. Not too many true friends at school, he has no father figure, he has no grandparents, hell he has no family other than me. I try to be there for him as much as possible. I take him to school every morning. I'm there every afternoon early with a surprise for him. I take him to football practice and I'm at every single football game that he has. I would sacrifice it all to make sure he is happy and safe.
July 18th
Wow I guess I now know how the asshole felt when he first saw me. I was out going for a jog today to help get my mind off of some things when I saw this absolutely stunning well-dressed business man. Now after going throw the things that I've been through I know better than to fall for a cute face and a smile. But there's something about him that draws me to him. I just don't know what is. I wish I did or maybe it's best that I don't know.
July 19th
Xavier had a summer league basketball game today. I was so proud to see him out there following in my footsteps. He even has a jumper like me, even though he's five. I also went into a part of the house that I rarely visit, a part of the house that Xavier doesn't know about. That room has so many things that are close to me and some things that bring back painful memories. The room contains basically everything from the robbery. It has some the memorabilia we stole from the bank to stacks of cash. It also contains pictures of me and the asshole. It also has the gun that he used to execute his cop out. There is also a letter that the asshole wrote to his unborn child explaining why he isn't around. I know Xavier needs to see it, I just don't know if I'm ready for him to see it.
July 20th
Maybe I should just go ahead and tell Xavier about his dad. I should also tell him about the person who could become his step-dad. Hold up I'm starting to rush into things again
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