Circa Summer ’02 Pt. 2

Things between Terrence and I got deep, quickly. I knew he cheated. I knew he loved me. It just didn’t add up; love and cheating. Terrence was my first boyfriend I had sex with and was in a real relationship with. He tried to protect me from certain things but it didn’t really work out…

Not Daddy’s Little Girl

My first time having sex was… Not ideal, at all. It didn’t feel like anything good. I heard it never does but it was way too late by then because it was over. I hated it actually. Hated the person, myself for doing it, and the whole experience was just plain stupid. Regretful? Eh. Maybe….

Bye Daniel, Hello A.R.E. Pt. 2

His name was Donald Brown. I remember asking Ms. Irving about him and she gave me a look. I knew why he was there but it didn’t phase me. All of those kids were drop outs or kicked out or out there because of a court order. They still needed to go to school and…

Bye Daniel, Hello A.R.E.

My new school, as I would come to know it, was a few things. There were seemingly more female than male students. The teachers were extremely overqualified and I’m sure they knew it. The acedemic structure was “go with the flow” than it was scheduled, more less.  All in all, it was my new school….

First Mistake Pt. 2

I wasn’t excited anymore. Not about being back. My family excited me when I got to spend time with them. My god sister Niki would come over when my sister and the kids came to visit; I loved seeing them together. We all grew up as one big family and it was always good to…

First Mistake

It seemed as though the couple months I had left in the 10th grade came and went, after my running away. My mother drove down from Washington, D.C. to get me and I literally left behind the good, the bad, and the ugly that I had grown to know in Clemson, S.C. I remember hugging…

Things Changed Pt. 2

Wednesday came. I wasn’t ready. I didn’t want anything metal or non metal sticking me anywhere. I cried on the inside but walked into the doctors office and sat with my grandmother like a G. But, I wasn’t a G at all. Not. At. All. “Angela Diggs”, called the nurse. Oh my god. That’s MY…

Things Changed

Not sure why I ran away but I’m sure I had a good reason. Probably not but that’s what I’m going with for now. Oh, I remember! I missed my mother. I missed my sister and I desperately missed my nieces and nephew who I was missing out on getting to see grow up. Police,…

Things Get Better, Just Not Quite Yet

Just a year after my 8-year-old self was (I loathe using the word) molested, I was relocated to South Carolina to live with my grandmother and great-grandmother. I was 9 years old when I realized my mom couldn’t take care of me anymore. I was torn between “can’t” and “didn’t want to”. It was a…