Short Fiction: Free At Last


ran a hot bath and prepared to go on a trip.

I’ve been preparing to take this trip for quite some time now. It’s long overdue for me to finally leave here. After I graduated high school, my goals in life were to find a good man who would love me, grow with me, and protect me.

My biological sperm donor walked out on my sixteen year old mother soon after she gave birth to me. My mother decided she wasn’t cut out for being a parent either, so one night she dropped me off at my widowed Grandma Rose’s house, and never returned.

My grandmother raised me as best she could. She instilled in me morals, respect, and to never find myself in a position where I had to depend on anyone.

I love Grandma Rose to death, but what was always missing in my life was a man- a father, provider, and protector. For as long as I can remember, I’ve searched for the love and guidance I never got from a father in the men I dated. I wanted a man to wrap his arms around me, tell me I was special, tell me I was beautiful…that he would never leave me and would always be there to protect me from what this big, scary world has to offer.

Jamison was all of these things.

I worked to put myself through college. I lived at home with my grandmother while I worked part-time as a waitress at a soul-food restaurant. I was the first person in our family to go to college, and I was determined to make grandma proud of me by earning a college degree.

It was a Friday when I met Jamison at the restaurant. I’d walked up to his table and asked what he would like. His seductive eyes scanned my body up and down as he said, “What I want ain’t on the menu.” That made me blush and giggle like a schoolgirl. “You sure are a beautiful woman; may I take you out sometime, Mona?” he asked, reading my name tag.

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