Mistakes Were Made

By Alex Williams

Alexa has not had an easy life. Growing up in foster care, living on her own, and fighting to stay a float. All it takes is one night of passion that turns into three months of pain, and a lifetime of figuring out where she belongs in the world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jan 12, 2015
• ISBN: 9781312794306

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Mistakes Were Made

Mistakes Were Made

by

Alex Williams

Copyright © 2014, Alex Williams

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ISBN: 978-1-312-79430-6

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I used to think I had everything figured out. You know, the girl who can bounce back from anything and everything and not get hurt in the process because pain is just weakness leaving the body. It’s crazy how everything can change in a matter of moments yet alone seconds. One minute you are sitting on top of the world, at a job that you can tolerate, great friends, somewhat single but not really looking for anyone, and in one fell swoop, the ground is taken from underneath you and you begin to fall into this black abyss and nothing is stopping you. There is nothing to grab onto to save you from falling, there is no voice telling you that everything will be OK. Nothing; just darkness and pain.

I never used to be like this. I was always the happy go lucky girl; then I hit my teen years and everything went to shit. I went to a predominately white school, and my skin is brown, so not only was I not ghetto enough for the black kids, but surely was not white enough for the white kids. I still had friends, don’t get me wrong, but no one knew the internal struggle I was going through.  I hated myself, I still hate myself, but I can mask it better with alcohol and drugs.

Which brings you up to speed in my life. I am now lying next to a man I have no idea what his name is, I have no idea where my panties are, yet alone my clothes. His skin is dark, so I’m assuming he is of Latin decent, and an average body, so I guess my beer goggles weren’t completely fucked up.

The snores that escape from his thin lips disgust me, and his arm around my waist is making it harder for me to do the morning creep out. Great, I say to myself, another walk of shame. I let out a little chuckle and cover my mouth, afraid to wake him up.  God damn it, I whisper. how the fuck am I supposed to get out of here?

I begin scanning the room for my articles of clothing. My bra, hanging from the lamp post, panties next to the dresser drawer, and my beautiful Gucci black dress drapes across the king size bed.

OK, I say to myself, Quick, swift, and silent. Ninja style creep out.

In one swift motion, I move from underneath his arm. Nothing; he is completely knocked out. I slide out of the bed and tip toe on the wooden floor of his penthouse apartment. I must admit, when I go home with someone and it’s just a one-night stand, I tend to pick the rich ones. A slight moan comes from his lips as he adjusts his body in his bed. Quickly, I grab my bra, and slide my dress over my body. Picking up my underwear, I slid them up my thick thighs and began to look for my purse as well as my keys.  My eyes gaze over towards the couch where I see