Selena's Pov~
"Selena Williams, for the umpteenth time, get your ass off that bed!" I heard my mom say again.
I was too lazy to get up. I just wanted to sleep more.
My name is Selena Williams, and I am 18 years old. I knew at this age, everyone considered me to be an adult, but I was unwilling to let go of my childishness. Sometimes, I wish I could remain a child forever. It surely won't hurt anyone.
Recently, I gained admission to study Literature in the University of Chicago after graduating from high school a year ago.
As a child, I grew up with an absent father, so I had just my mother to cater for me.
My father, a domestic abuser and drug addict, was arrested by the police when I was just three. I barely even remembered what he looked like, and truthfully, I didn't care anyway.
My mom has been my pillar of strength. She has provided for me everything I ever needed. She has taught me life in its essence, and I could not ask for anyone better.
She has endured so much for me, she has worked all kinds of jobs, odd jobs and white collar jobs, with the sole aim of providing for me a better life.
Everything I am today and hope to be in the future is all because of God, and my mom.
I knew mom so well. If I remained in bed, she would come for my head. So I got out of bed stealthily, my vision still seemed so blurry. I could barely even see my surroundings, so I quickly grabbed the edge of my bed for support.
I took a deep breath, rubbed my fingers over my eyes, yawned softly and stood up.
I wore my fluffy crocs. I hated walking around the bathroom barefoot.
I ran my hands on my bathtub, contemplating whether I wanted to use the shower or the bathtub.
In the end, I decided to use the shower.
I loved how the cold water ran down my body, relieving me of every stress I might have felt before.
Unwanted memories suddenly came flashing back. They were about Jayden, my ex. What a way to start my day! I cussed at myself for remembering that jerk.
Jayden was my first love, we dated in high school. He was everything a woman could ask for, handsome, athletic, and had a big heart.
I loved him so much, I appreciated the love he gave me, as that was the first time I received love from a man.
Growing without my father made it difficult for me to open up my heart to men. I knew all men were the same!
But when I met Jayden, he was different. I fell in love with him, and I do not feel sorry about it.
I remember that night, it was on our homecoming party. I had been crowned homecoming queen, and he was crowned homecoming king.
I was elated, I was happy. I embraced him tightly, staring into his eyes so lovingly, while he leaned in and kissed me passionately.
It was our moment, and I almost prayed it lasted forever.
After we exited the stage, Jayden told me he needed to use the restroom, and I obliged to wait till he returned.
I waited for hours, yet he had not returned. I was worried, what could possibly have happened? Was he injured, had something terrible happened to him?
Being an overthinker, it was no surprise I exaggerated the issue. I started walking towards the male gentry, with the hope that I'd see him.
Suddenly, I heard what sounded like muffled noises, I didn't bother about it initially, because I wanted to find my boyfriend. But my curiosity got the best out of me, I wanted to know what that noise was, or where it came from.
So I pushed the entrance door quietly, standing on tiptoes. After locating the exact place the noise was coming from, I turned the doorknob gently. And behold, it was my boyfriend! Jayden, and Alison.
Alison was a senior who had graduated from high school the year before, she and Jayden had a friendship that I did not quite understand.
Alison lay on top of Jayden, making out with him, while he was busy with unbuttoning her clothes. I was dumbfounded, my feet suddenly became wobbly, I struggled to stand without falling. This was my supposed boyfriend and his "friend". I pushed the door, grabbed Alison by the hair and slapped her. Then I made for Jayden, that jerk had better be ready for me! I slapped him the first time, for cheating on me.
The second time for fooling me.
The third time for lying to me.
The fourth time for disrespecting me and the fifth time for breaking my heart. Then I pushed Alison from behind, so she could fall on top of him; after all that bitch deserved this jerk!
I walked out of the restroom angrily, my face already soaked with tears. I was mad at myself for letting a man fool me, I was upset with myself for opening my heart, only to have it broken into so many pieces.
I regretted everything. Love indeed was a scam!
Immediately I got out of the venue, I hailed down a taxi, which took me home.
When I got home, I barely even spoke to my mom. I rushed upstairs to my room, shut the door angrily, fell to the floor, and cried my eyes out.
That night I cried myself to sleep, vowing and swearing solemnly that I would never fall in love again. Not with men, not with women, not with anyone. I was done.
If Jayden could cheat on me, every other man out there could do even worse. I was done believing in love. I really was!
The saying, "all men are the same" indeed turned out to be true, in my case. Didn't it?