She knows what she is capable of.
To have gone through the things she had endured only made her stronger.
A fighter, warrior, and an empress.
No one can tell her that she can’t accomplish what she wants in life.
Pushing, slaying, empowering.
She won’t allow another person to be used as someone’s punching bag, bed-mate, nor a personal slave.
You see, she made a vow to fight for the rights of others, like one dear soul had done for her when the older woman found her battered and homeless, ready to give up on life.
A life saved had live to see another day.
Nevertheless, she will continue to pay it forward, but not without tying up some loose ends.
One particular person she simply cannot let go of the past for.
That foul, despicable person who she had known for ten years, married for three, had made her life a living hell.
He kept her away from her family, literally made her sick- always, and if that wasn’t enough, had an affair with her so-called best friend, and gotten her pregnant. Then the two of them had gotten married and lived a luxurious life. Her best friend knew what kind of monster her ex was to her, but she didn’t care.
After getting on her feet and doing very well for herself, she took back her power and control of her life.
She visited a church after work, sat in the parking lot for nearly an hour before deciding to go in. Once inside, she knelt at the altar, said a prayer, and felt a huge weight being lifted off her shoulders. She is grateful for her new and better life, blessed, and much stronger and powerful.
After leaving the church, she headed to a local diner where she had her usual of roast chicken, potatoes, and vegetables.
Once the last morsel of food was finished, she noticed a woman in a flowery dress with her head held down. Her shoulders are slumped. She appeared depleted.
She asked for the check, paid for it, and falters over to the woman. Something didn’t feel right, a distressing feeling swaddled her, but she shook it off so she can be strong for the woman. She might be in dire need for her help.
“Hi, are you okay-” She froze. The woman who was weeping was her former friend. She could only gaze at her. The four-time beauty queen winner is sitting before her haggard, confused and unusually shy.
“Carena?” she asked quietly.
Carena turned her way holding a handkerchief in midair. Recognition dawned on her face. Her eyes widen and her mouth agape. The person she been waiting to see all this time stood before her with concern in her eyes. And dressed as if she’s doing extremely well for herself.
“Hi, Faith! It’s me. Have a seat. How have you been?” Carena said to her, suppressing a meek smile. She quickly checked her face in a pink compact mirror Faith didn’t see her pulled out. She mentally rolled her eyes.
“I’ve been great! How about you?” Faith knew that was a subject Carena didn’t want to go, but she did ask first. And, her curiosity is getting the best of her of why the ex-friend been crying and looking less than her usual self.
Carena paused. She pulled her bottom lip in and chewed on it nervously. She sighed, repeatedly glancing over at Faith. “Can I be honest with you?”
Faith nodded. Carena then continued, “My life isn’t going too well as you can see. David in prison.” Faith could only stare on in silence. Her ex-husband in prison? Music to her ears!
“Yeah, for fraud and money embezzlement. And…and for assault on a guy he used to work for. Millions of dollars he embezzled…for years. Everything is gone. I have nothing.”
After Faith did what she could to consoled Carena, even when the woman was never there for her and took what she thought was a better life, Faith said her goodbyes and stood up.
“Faith? Thanks for listening. But one more thing, you did quite well for yourself. If by chance, can I stay with you until I get on my feet?”
Seriously? What the hell! Faith screamed in her head. Everything she ever wanted to say, Carena will get it in a matter of days. She kept calm anyway. Just like with her ex-husband, Carena will get a dose of her own medicine. Let God deal with them, a voice repeated in her head as it had done for two years now.
“You know that saying, ‘payback is a bad bitch?’ Well, you will get what’s coming to you. You were never there for me and I’m done with my past. Take care now.”
And with that, Faith left Carena astounded and glaring at her back as she exited the diner.
“Yep, payback feels good. I’m better now.” She told herself as she got inside her car, finally relieved to close this chapter of her life for good.
Pamela E. Hester ©2017