Gionna Combs English Short Story Pinky Promise Traised my head up from the sink and stared at my reflection in the broken mirror. My head was pounding, my palms were sweaty. The shard of glass dropped from my hand and shattered into a million different pieces. My vision was blurry as I kneeled down to pick up the bloody shards of glass. While gazing at my reflection a tear splattered onto the glass.
How did my life go to hell because of one person? As the door creaked open, slowly I turned around to see the face of my 4-year-old daughter Giselle holding a cupcake with two candles that read 22. “Happy birthday Mommy! As she spoke I stood up and cowered over the sink to hide my wrists. “Oh t-thank you, honey,” | stuttered, “go to the living room with Alec as I clean up. ” When I looked up and gazed into the mirror to see if she was gone, a dark, burly figure was approaching me. “Sloane, what the hell did you do? ” he said in a belligerent tone. I turned around to see Alec, my heart was racing as he strode over to me.
“You have to get yourself together, you have to get ready for –” Alec’s gaze had switched to my arms. I attempted to pull down my sleeves before he noticed the cuts, but he yanked my arm before I could even reach for them. – why the hell do you always do this? Do you want me to tell everyone? ” he spat. “What? ” I yelled, “Tell everyone that you’re a 28-year-old rapist and a two-legged snake? ” I stared into his gray eyes waiting for any sign of anger. Instead, I felt his eyes burning a hole through me as he gave me two Ibuprofen and told me to sit down. He went over to the medicine cabinet and pulled out a cloth, antiseptic cream, a bandage and medical tape. “You’re lucky the cuts aren’t that deep,” he said while sighing. While pulling down my sleeve and walking into my room to change.
Hesitantly, I glared into the mirror while I changed out of my bloody sweatshirt into an olive green dress. The dress revealed my fresh bandages and bare arms. The blood from my cuts peeked through the gauze, I stood questioning if I should leave them as they were. After I dressed Giselle, behind me was Alec yelling, “Sloane, put on a damn jacket. Everyone’s gonna see your bandages. ” “Ok, and? ” | retorted. I wanted everyone to know about the pain Alec had caused me. From him raping me on my 18th birthday all because of one accidental thing, to the child that he made me keep.
As he used to say, he wanted me to look at her everyday and think about how he “protected” me. That Giselle was the same as a pinky promise. If I told anyone about what he did to me, he’d take Giselle and tell everyone about the biggest mistake of my life. Hurriedly, I turned around, rushed to my room, and picked up a blood colored jacket and threw it on over my green dress and kissed Giselle goodbye. We pulled into my friend Sasha’s crowded driveway. Sasha was the one that set me up with Alec in the first place. I opened the car door and faced the icy, brisk air in our barren town.
Without looking back, I rushed into Sasha’s house, the door flung open and revealed all of my loved ones. I ran through and peered into the eyes of my parents that haven’t seen me in four years. Behind me was Alec rushing in with his gift; as he walked in the mood of the room instantly changed. The wide eyes and bliss soon turned to disgust and animosity toward Alec. To everyone in that room, Alec was the guy that took their beloved Sloane away from them, but there was much more to the melancholy story of my life. After the cake, gifts, and slight acrimony, it was time for the goodbyes.
After everyone had left, Alec, Sasha and I were sitting in the living room. “Alec, do you mind if you go somewhere else, I want to talk to Sloane for a second,” announced Sasha. Alec stared at Sasha, his eyes were like gray limpid pools, yet, there was still a slight fire behind them. “Fine,” he stated coldly, he slowly stood up and went to open the door. As he stood up and entered the hallway, I watched him slightly shrink as he walked past the mirror, as if it was going to attack him. He then proceeded to rush out of the house into the cold wintry air. “What’s wrong with you? ” Sasha demanded. Nothing,” I whispered sheepishly. I looked down at my dress and noticed the blood had bleed through my jacket and onto my dress. I tried to cover it up without Sasha noticing. Despite my efforts, she looked down before I could cover the stain. “What the hell is that? ” she argued.
In this situation, ignorance was bliss. Before I could respond she lifted up my sleeve to reveal my bandage soaked in my blood. Before Sasha could even utter a word, tears started to cascade down my face like a waterfall. She glanced at me with sorrow in her eyes. “I should’ve never set you up with Alec,” she said shakily. I-I thought he was a great person, you all seemed to have a lot in common. ” As she progressively spoke about Alec her sorrow soon transitioned to hatred. “Sloane, you have to fight back, you’re like a sitting duck with him. ” As she continued to bash Alec, my head dropped to my hands like a broken flower. She didn’t know about my dilemma, our “pinky promise”. When we drove home, I took everything Sasha said into consideration. I was on pins and needles thinking about what | was going to do. The next morning as Alec left for work he slammed all of our doors and locked them shut.
After I heard a loud beeping noise I knew that he was gone. I pulled out the credit card I stole from his wallet and slid it in between the door frame and the lock. Running, I went to Giselle’s room to unlock her door. As I put the card inside the card snapped. My heart fell to the floor, realizing there was nothing to do to get her out. Slowly, I went to the garage and rummaged through all the trash and found a hammer. After I got Giselle, 1 packed our bags; I didn’t know where I was going but I knew he’d never find me or see Giselle ever again.
After opening the locked door, I began to run with Giselle. My palms were sweaty, my heart was pounding. I heard Giselle yelling “Daddy’s home. ” I slowly turned around and saw Alec’s gray, lifeless eyes burning a hole through me. My vision was blurry as he got out of the car. “I was trying to protect you,” he yelled. I watched his hand move to his back pocket. My heart dropped to the floor as I saw the shiny barrel of the gun. Alec slowly raised the gun, as he shot me at pointblank range, one tear fell from my eye.
