tarsitano
Kim Cuciniello
Period 2
Mr.Tarsitano
It was like a repetitive motion for me as I applied my makeup that was necessary for me to feel good about myself. I was shaking and nervous sliding on each shoe, anxiously awaiting his arrival. A loud annoying ring tone played as I stared out of the window. Watching the rain drops hit the shimmering black paint and the reflection of the road, in his chrome rims. I answered quickly, “hello”. “I’m outside”, he said softly. I stood shaking as the rambling of the stair overcame me; quickly I caught myself before it was too late.
Jumping in the front of the car as the windows trembled from the base, I stared nervously at the windshield wipers in an attempt to hide my fear. He knew I was not alright as he looked in my eyes and whispered, “Relax”. Admittedly I checked myself in the mirror and took a deep breath, as we pulled up to an old apartment building not to far from my house. We walked in together, as a couple. I didn’t know how to act, what to say or why I was even there in the first place.
As the door opened I was overwhelmed by people, voices and one very familiar face. I felt some what comforted as my best friend, Kelly and her boyfriend, Tommy approached me. The smell of liquor was overbearing as the cups were over flowing, as I quickly turned away to reach for an exit, I bumped into Mike. He took my hand shaking and sweating and brought me to the kitchen.
As the conversation grew deeper and deeper I found myself confused. I looked to my left to see a young girl with a impossible to ignore look of sadness on her face. I felt obligated to ask what the matter was. Within minutes I found myself in the next room listening to this stranger’s life story. The one thing that stood out was the stories about the beating she endured each night by her boyfriend. As I left the room, mike pulled me aside to ask what I had talked about. Before I knew it, I was letting go of all the secrets this girl had confided in me, I felt horrible.
Mike left quickly and in a hurry grabbed hold of his cousin, Tommy. The look in Tommy’s eyes grew more angered and more evil as mike continued with the unraveling of secrets. As they devised a horrible plan I didn’t see the same mike I saw in him before, I saw a cold, distant person with less then a heart. I could only stare at the 40 ounce that was clasped so hard in Tommy’s it looked like it was going to break right then and there.
Mike turned to Kelly and I smiling, which was odd since I knew exactly what was going to happen. He threw his keys at me with more trust than I have ever seen. Kelly and I started down the stairs. I would have never thought the most horrible sound I would ever hear was about to come. As my foot hit the second to last stair, a squealing came from that young girl’s boyfriend. The most pain I have ever heard. The bottle was cracked and I could hear everything in slow motion as each piece hit the floor. I don’t think anyone could have ran faster than I did that night to get away from the pain in that man’s voice. That night I slept little that noise has haunted my dreams for five months now and I will never forget it was my fault.
Period 2
Mr.Tarsitano
It was like a repetitive motion for me as I applied my makeup that was necessary for me to feel good about myself. I was shaking and nervous sliding on each shoe, anxiously awaiting his arrival. A loud annoying ring tone played as I stared out of the window. Watching the rain drops hit the shimmering black paint and the reflection of the road, in his chrome rims. I answered quickly, “hello”. “I’m outside”, he said softly. I stood shaking as the rambling of the stair overcame me; quickly I caught myself before it was too late.
Jumping in the front of the car as the windows trembled from the base, I stared nervously at the windshield wipers in an attempt to hide my fear. He knew I was not alright as he looked in my eyes and whispered, “Relax”. Admittedly I checked myself in the mirror and took a deep breath, as we pulled up to an old apartment building not to far from my house. We walked in together, as a couple. I didn’t know how to act, what to say or why I was even there in the first place.
As the door opened I was overwhelmed by people, voices and one very familiar face. I felt some what comforted as my best friend, Kelly and her boyfriend, Tommy approached me. The smell of liquor was overbearing as the cups were over flowing, as I quickly turned away to reach for an exit, I bumped into Mike. He took my hand shaking and sweating and brought me to the kitchen.
As the conversation grew deeper and deeper I found myself confused. I looked to my left to see a young girl with a impossible to ignore look of sadness on her face. I felt obligated to ask what the matter was. Within minutes I found myself in the next room listening to this stranger’s life story. The one thing that stood out was the stories about the beating she endured each night by her boyfriend. As I left the room, mike pulled me aside to ask what I had talked about. Before I knew it, I was letting go of all the secrets this girl had confided in me, I felt horrible.
Mike left quickly and in a hurry grabbed hold of his cousin, Tommy. The look in Tommy’s eyes grew more angered and more evil as mike continued with the unraveling of secrets. As they devised a horrible plan I didn’t see the same mike I saw in him before, I saw a cold, distant person with less then a heart. I could only stare at the 40 ounce that was clasped so hard in Tommy’s it looked like it was going to break right then and there.
Mike turned to Kelly and I smiling, which was odd since I knew exactly what was going to happen. He threw his keys at me with more trust than I have ever seen. Kelly and I started down the stairs. I would have never thought the most horrible sound I would ever hear was about to come. As my foot hit the second to last stair, a squealing came from that young girl’s boyfriend. The most pain I have ever heard. The bottle was cracked and I could hear everything in slow motion as each piece hit the floor. I don’t think anyone could have ran faster than I did that night to get away from the pain in that man’s voice. That night I slept little that noise has haunted my dreams for five months now and I will never forget it was my fault.