Post by Rose Acantha on Feb 10, 2013 2:50:41 GMT -6
“To my dearest of big brother, Mr. Nate,
As you are reading this I have checked myself out of the hospital and on my way on my own. I have an idea on where I am going and I think you do to. I apologize for the fact that I have to do this and I am even sorrier for the fact that I am not telling this to your face, but I have come to the conclusion that I am at the crossroads of my own life…and that at this point I am doing nothing but hold you back right now…especially now that you are so close to breaking through in your own career. In the long run I think it is best for both of us to take a break from each other…even though we will still be working in the same company…so you can focus on finally getting what you and this company deserves….a title and a person who will wear it well…and so that I can grow and mature into a woman. In the end when we do finally come together again…we will be stronger…and ready to be that team we were SUPPOSED to be.
As you read this letter…please…and I implore you….PLEASE do not try and follow me and convince me otherwise…because it is not going to work. All I ask is that you take what is happening not as a curse of a judgment against you but as an opportunity to continue moving forward, for me to continue moving forward. I hope you understand what you have meant to me as the closest thing I have had to family in quite some time and that will never change.
Have faith and God Bless Mr. Nate
Sincerely,
Your little sister Rose,
P.S.
Please take care of little Sterling for me…and tell him we will be a family again before long."
That tear soaked letter was the hardest thing I ever had to write but as I looked in the mirror at the train station bathroom. As I stared and touched by swollen cheek and the stitches in my forehead I let out a huge sigh. I really didn’t want to do what I was doing….I really didn’t want to be running away back to my childhood home outside of New Orleans, but I had to be a big girl and not let myself live in those same emotions that I had when I was writing the letter.
“Now boarding the 20 Crescent leaving at 6:30am on Platform 2 Heading to Atlanta….once again now boarding the 20 Crescent leaving at 6:30am on Platform 2…”
That was my cue to take another deep breath before putting the fedora I had just bought on my head. I took another deep breath looking at the bruises on my face…still trying to come to actual terms I found myself in…being that after over a year I was now on my own…not in a hospital…not with Mr. Nate…but actually on my lonesome…
Resigned with the fact that those bruises were not going away anytime soon…I picked my bags off the floor…and proceeded to leave the restroom heading toward the platform, limping on the barely good leg that I had, feeling pain in every step that I took. At the train door conductor took my ticket even though he most certainly looked in shock over the appearance nervously stamping my ticket before letting me in.
I really wasn’t disheartened seeing not only his reaction but many of those around me. I could only imagine what others were thinking in their minds…
“What happened to her?”
“Was she abused?”
“Did she get into a fight?”
“What awful man would do such a thing to someone like that?”
Again I gave it no mind…I was going on twenty four hours without any sleep and I was too sore to care as I moved slowly to my seat and then easing into my chair…being as conscientious as I could of the many bruises on my back.
As I sat down I took off my fedora in order to lean my head back. I was glad to be sitting for the long haul…ready to get at least a few hours of sleep in my system. Of course as I was putting my head back and closing my eyes ready for the reprieve of a good nap when someone decided to sneak in and take the seat right across from me.
“Dear Lord child…what did he do to you?” The lady said in a somewhat Southern voice.
I slowly turned my head up, opening my eyes to see a middle aged woman sitting across from me….wearing a white dress and carrying a white hand bag. To be honest despite the fact that I believed I was one of the most bubbly personalities out there…with all I had been through I was in no mood to talk…I honestly felt like I was in one of Mr. Nate’s buzz kill moments. For some reason though I guess I felt compelled.
“Don’t worry…it wasn’t a mister that did this…” I replied. I don’t know if it was me trying to be polite…or if it was me going on muscle memory…or if it was me trying to put an idea of an abusive mister to rest. For whatever reason it was, I just let the words come from my mouth.
“So did you steal another lady’s boyfriend…?”
“No, miss…”
“Lord…what did you do to deserve this…looks like someone was intent on using you…well as a punching bag there child?”
I smirked as a shook my head…I guess it did feel kind of refreshing that I wasn’t that well known anyway… “No…it just comes with the territory…I am a fighter Miss…”
“Oh…a fighter…that’s not real lady like…and I apologize…where are my manners? The name is Miss Daisy….and you are..?"
“Ummm…Miss Rose…”
“Well Miss Rose…that is a beautiful name if I ever heard one myself….but why is such a beautiful creature…get herself into fighting…”
“It’s a long story Miss Daisy…”
“I’m sure it is…well believe it or not…even though I am what you would call a typical southern woman…I won’t push you…”
“Thank You…” I wanted to say something…but honestly I couldn’t find the words could to say.
“But if you don’t mind let me wish you well in all of this…and if you the Lord will forgive me for saying this…” She then leaned in close with the hopes that nobody else could hear her. “I hope those horrible people get what they deserve…”
A small smile crept over my face but as much I wanted to continue to talk to Miss Daisy sleep was getting the best of me and before I knew I had nodded off.
Honestly I didn’t know how long I had been out…but I suddenly awoke to hear the train had reached Atlanta. I honestly didn’t know what time it was but the brightness of the sunlight caused me to squint as I opened my eyes. I didn’t bother getting up knowing that this train would be taking me to my final destination of New Orleans…but I did notice something else. Miss Daisy was no longer sitting in the chair across from me…but that wasn’t the thing that didn’t catch my eye…it was a note that was sitting on my lap.
“To the prettiest Rose I have ever seen….
I can see that you have some troubles recently…and I wish you well with dealing with those horrible monsters that masquerade as human beings…but always know that God is with you…and if you need inspiration through troubled times always remember these particular verses from the big man himself….
Romans 8:18 For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us.
Job 6:10 This would be my comfort; I would even exult in pain unsparing, for I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
Take Care,
Miss Daisy”
“I don’t think I have EVER been at a lower low…
This past month has just been one match after another…me walking through multiple levels of heck in each match I was in. At the core of this matter…stood a woman who felt that she needed to take it upon herself to put me through this…
Yes Mrs. Kathy…you put me through all of this…and let’s face it you didn’t free me from a so called leash…no you made me stronger in my own convictions. You made me stronger in the understanding that because of Mr. Nate I am not only a stronger person, but a better person and a woman that can overcome anything, because I have a belief in myself. The proof of that is in the pudding…I may have lost that match but not only did I refuse to submit…but I also despite the odds of a two on one onslaught forced you to TAP out.
So who has the stronger constitution now there Mrs. Kathy?
So go ahead and sit on your high horse…on that pedestal in the clouds…and sit there preaching to all of us about how you freed me, breaking the so called leash that Mr. Nate held me by…but unfortunately Mrs. Kathy you did no such thing. No….No…Dear…GOD no you did not…you did not cut a leash…you broke something extremely sacred to me…you broke a bond.
You know that thing that family has…you know that thing that two people have, family or not, that denotes loyalty, trust, and even love between those people. Something that isn’t tangible but is still very real….something that even you and Mr. Jake has…where you have complete faith and confidence in him despite his history…and even despite his taking a single woman to a lingerie store….yeah that type of thing.
Yeah you broke it…you forced me to break down…and you forced me to step away from the only REAL family I had…and make sure I wouldn’t be a burden that I was becoming…so if you actually want to take credit for that, well that is fine, but it isn’t something I would wear as a badge of honor.
So…the question is where does Miss Rose go from here?
What does Miss Rose do?
Well for full disclosure…saying that not only you but Mr. Jake will pay is a severe understatement…but the question is how…?
What am I going to do to ensure justice is truly done?
Hmmm….wouldn’t you like to know?...
I won’t go into the details…but let us just say that I will doing my darndest to take away everything from you…whether it is something you love…something you worked hard to achieve…anything and I mean ANYTHING…that means something to you…I will take away from you.
The greatest thing about all of this is…that because I can’t touch you doesn’t mean I can’t get to you. Oh yeah…it won’t be your pretty little face that will be getting maimed…it will be a bunch of Starlets getting their worlds turned upside down…
And when they ask who is to blame for what I am about to all they really need to do is look at who is the top…at the Starlets office…and point the finger at you…
So enjoy these last few days of solace because it will be your last for a long, long, LONG, time…”
As you are reading this I have checked myself out of the hospital and on my way on my own. I have an idea on where I am going and I think you do to. I apologize for the fact that I have to do this and I am even sorrier for the fact that I am not telling this to your face, but I have come to the conclusion that I am at the crossroads of my own life…and that at this point I am doing nothing but hold you back right now…especially now that you are so close to breaking through in your own career. In the long run I think it is best for both of us to take a break from each other…even though we will still be working in the same company…so you can focus on finally getting what you and this company deserves….a title and a person who will wear it well…and so that I can grow and mature into a woman. In the end when we do finally come together again…we will be stronger…and ready to be that team we were SUPPOSED to be.
As you read this letter…please…and I implore you….PLEASE do not try and follow me and convince me otherwise…because it is not going to work. All I ask is that you take what is happening not as a curse of a judgment against you but as an opportunity to continue moving forward, for me to continue moving forward. I hope you understand what you have meant to me as the closest thing I have had to family in quite some time and that will never change.
Have faith and God Bless Mr. Nate
Sincerely,
Your little sister Rose,
P.S.
Please take care of little Sterling for me…and tell him we will be a family again before long."
That tear soaked letter was the hardest thing I ever had to write but as I looked in the mirror at the train station bathroom. As I stared and touched by swollen cheek and the stitches in my forehead I let out a huge sigh. I really didn’t want to do what I was doing….I really didn’t want to be running away back to my childhood home outside of New Orleans, but I had to be a big girl and not let myself live in those same emotions that I had when I was writing the letter.
“Now boarding the 20 Crescent leaving at 6:30am on Platform 2 Heading to Atlanta….once again now boarding the 20 Crescent leaving at 6:30am on Platform 2…”
That was my cue to take another deep breath before putting the fedora I had just bought on my head. I took another deep breath looking at the bruises on my face…still trying to come to actual terms I found myself in…being that after over a year I was now on my own…not in a hospital…not with Mr. Nate…but actually on my lonesome…
Resigned with the fact that those bruises were not going away anytime soon…I picked my bags off the floor…and proceeded to leave the restroom heading toward the platform, limping on the barely good leg that I had, feeling pain in every step that I took. At the train door conductor took my ticket even though he most certainly looked in shock over the appearance nervously stamping my ticket before letting me in.
I really wasn’t disheartened seeing not only his reaction but many of those around me. I could only imagine what others were thinking in their minds…
“What happened to her?”
“Was she abused?”
“Did she get into a fight?”
“What awful man would do such a thing to someone like that?”
Again I gave it no mind…I was going on twenty four hours without any sleep and I was too sore to care as I moved slowly to my seat and then easing into my chair…being as conscientious as I could of the many bruises on my back.
As I sat down I took off my fedora in order to lean my head back. I was glad to be sitting for the long haul…ready to get at least a few hours of sleep in my system. Of course as I was putting my head back and closing my eyes ready for the reprieve of a good nap when someone decided to sneak in and take the seat right across from me.
“Dear Lord child…what did he do to you?” The lady said in a somewhat Southern voice.
I slowly turned my head up, opening my eyes to see a middle aged woman sitting across from me….wearing a white dress and carrying a white hand bag. To be honest despite the fact that I believed I was one of the most bubbly personalities out there…with all I had been through I was in no mood to talk…I honestly felt like I was in one of Mr. Nate’s buzz kill moments. For some reason though I guess I felt compelled.
“Don’t worry…it wasn’t a mister that did this…” I replied. I don’t know if it was me trying to be polite…or if it was me going on muscle memory…or if it was me trying to put an idea of an abusive mister to rest. For whatever reason it was, I just let the words come from my mouth.
“So did you steal another lady’s boyfriend…?”
“No, miss…”
“Lord…what did you do to deserve this…looks like someone was intent on using you…well as a punching bag there child?”
I smirked as a shook my head…I guess it did feel kind of refreshing that I wasn’t that well known anyway… “No…it just comes with the territory…I am a fighter Miss…”
“Oh…a fighter…that’s not real lady like…and I apologize…where are my manners? The name is Miss Daisy….and you are..?"
“Ummm…Miss Rose…”
“Well Miss Rose…that is a beautiful name if I ever heard one myself….but why is such a beautiful creature…get herself into fighting…”
“It’s a long story Miss Daisy…”
“I’m sure it is…well believe it or not…even though I am what you would call a typical southern woman…I won’t push you…”
“Thank You…” I wanted to say something…but honestly I couldn’t find the words could to say.
“But if you don’t mind let me wish you well in all of this…and if you the Lord will forgive me for saying this…” She then leaned in close with the hopes that nobody else could hear her. “I hope those horrible people get what they deserve…”
A small smile crept over my face but as much I wanted to continue to talk to Miss Daisy sleep was getting the best of me and before I knew I had nodded off.
Honestly I didn’t know how long I had been out…but I suddenly awoke to hear the train had reached Atlanta. I honestly didn’t know what time it was but the brightness of the sunlight caused me to squint as I opened my eyes. I didn’t bother getting up knowing that this train would be taking me to my final destination of New Orleans…but I did notice something else. Miss Daisy was no longer sitting in the chair across from me…but that wasn’t the thing that didn’t catch my eye…it was a note that was sitting on my lap.
“To the prettiest Rose I have ever seen….
I can see that you have some troubles recently…and I wish you well with dealing with those horrible monsters that masquerade as human beings…but always know that God is with you…and if you need inspiration through troubled times always remember these particular verses from the big man himself….
Romans 8:18 For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us.
Job 6:10 This would be my comfort; I would even exult in pain unsparing, for I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
Take Care,
Miss Daisy”
“I don’t think I have EVER been at a lower low…
This past month has just been one match after another…me walking through multiple levels of heck in each match I was in. At the core of this matter…stood a woman who felt that she needed to take it upon herself to put me through this…
Yes Mrs. Kathy…you put me through all of this…and let’s face it you didn’t free me from a so called leash…no you made me stronger in my own convictions. You made me stronger in the understanding that because of Mr. Nate I am not only a stronger person, but a better person and a woman that can overcome anything, because I have a belief in myself. The proof of that is in the pudding…I may have lost that match but not only did I refuse to submit…but I also despite the odds of a two on one onslaught forced you to TAP out.
So who has the stronger constitution now there Mrs. Kathy?
So go ahead and sit on your high horse…on that pedestal in the clouds…and sit there preaching to all of us about how you freed me, breaking the so called leash that Mr. Nate held me by…but unfortunately Mrs. Kathy you did no such thing. No….No…Dear…GOD no you did not…you did not cut a leash…you broke something extremely sacred to me…you broke a bond.
You know that thing that family has…you know that thing that two people have, family or not, that denotes loyalty, trust, and even love between those people. Something that isn’t tangible but is still very real….something that even you and Mr. Jake has…where you have complete faith and confidence in him despite his history…and even despite his taking a single woman to a lingerie store….yeah that type of thing.
Yeah you broke it…you forced me to break down…and you forced me to step away from the only REAL family I had…and make sure I wouldn’t be a burden that I was becoming…so if you actually want to take credit for that, well that is fine, but it isn’t something I would wear as a badge of honor.
So…the question is where does Miss Rose go from here?
What does Miss Rose do?
Well for full disclosure…saying that not only you but Mr. Jake will pay is a severe understatement…but the question is how…?
What am I going to do to ensure justice is truly done?
Hmmm….wouldn’t you like to know?...
I won’t go into the details…but let us just say that I will doing my darndest to take away everything from you…whether it is something you love…something you worked hard to achieve…anything and I mean ANYTHING…that means something to you…I will take away from you.
The greatest thing about all of this is…that because I can’t touch you doesn’t mean I can’t get to you. Oh yeah…it won’t be your pretty little face that will be getting maimed…it will be a bunch of Starlets getting their worlds turned upside down…
And when they ask who is to blame for what I am about to all they really need to do is look at who is the top…at the Starlets office…and point the finger at you…
So enjoy these last few days of solace because it will be your last for a long, long, LONG, time…”