I wonder (continued)

It had been 3 weeks since I had heard or seen L.A. The scar on my finger was healed but I was still trying to deal with it all. Everyday I lived in fear. I would come home and quickly get to the apartment. My best friend lived one floor below mine and I would make her come up and get me so I could visit her. Soon I began to let my guard down. I figured I was off his radar but I wasn't.

The phone rang "Hello" I answered. The voice said "You think I forgot about you but I haven't. One day when you least expect it you are going to be walking to your building. I am going to walk up behind you and slit your throat. Or maybe I will break into your house and rape you. Or it might be easier for me just to use you as target practice for my new gun". I cried and asked him "why, why can't you just leave me alone". "Because I love you" he said. He laughed and told me crying wasn't going to make him feel bad, and then he hung up. I stopped answering the phone and then he started sending messages by my friends.

"L.A. told me to tell you he loves you"
"L.A. says he misses you"
"L.A. wants you to call him"
"L.A. says stop avoiding him"
"L.A. says if he catches you with another n*gga he is going to kill both of you"

For 3 months I lived in fear. During that time I saw him when I was outside my apartment building sitting on the stoop. My mom was with me and he saw her but didn't say anything. Instead he just smiled and made a slashing motion against his throat and just pointed. He made one last attempt to call me and get back together but by this time, I was fed up. "If you are going to kill me go ahead and do it already. I am sick of this and I am sick of you". He laughed and thought I would back down but I didn't. "Just know that I won't go down without a fight", I told him and I hung up. I decided then I was going to get my life back. I think he enjoyed scaring me and I was giving him just what he wanted. Deep down I was still a little scared but you couldn't tell on the outside.

One day my best friend told me she had heard L.A. was locked up for attempted murder. I felt as sense of relief. I had already gotten back on with my life but hearing that made me cry. I was overcome with so much emotion of all the mess he had put me through. The strange thing is, I also felt a little sad for him. What I haven't told is the story he told me about how messed his life was. About how horrible his father was to him, his mom, and his sister. About all the messed up stuff that was said and done to him that ultimately made him the person he had become. It was easy to hate the person who did such horrible things to me but I still cared for the little boy I knew lived deep inside of him. So I was torn. Yes I was happy he was away but yet sad.

One day, almost 6 months after I had last seen or heard from him, my best friend and I are walking down the street on our way to the store. We see this tall, slender figure with dreads stumbling walking towards us. She looked at me and I looked at her and we both thought "no it can't be". But it was and before I could turn around and run he saw me and was coming straight for me..... (Coming up, the final confrontation) Q

Hey everybody, thank you so much for reading this story. I have been getting a lot of emails about this and wanted to provide some background info. Yes, this is a true story. Yes the girl in the story is me. I have been wanting to share this for some time now but never got around to it. I wasn't able to post it in it's entirety because just the thought and the memories of what happened drained me emotionally.

I am hoping this story will help others, especially young girls who might find themselves or a friend in a similar situation. Thankfully I came out of this alive and well but others have not been so lucky. Love doesn't hurt and if someone hurts you, or if you start to see signs, LEAVE!!! My biggest mistake was not getting out of the situation sooner. The final part of this story will be posted tomorrow. Thanks again Q