This series will be called: L,W, P, SC. Thanks. And listed under Categories: Elicia.
Picture, from left to right: Elicia, Steve, Deavan, and Raven...My loves...Soon to add: Drascilla (I wonder who she will become.)
Deavan is the Lover, Elicia is the Warrior, Raven is the Peace Keeper, and Steve is the day of Solid Control. Control not being a bad term here, control being a good thing: Control over one's self, and I dare say, he is the best I have ever met.
First memory to share:
I kicked a man while he was down. While he was begging and pleading with me to forgive and to love.
Do I have you mad? Do you hate me? Maybe you should. I know that Raven, the peacekeeper would probably frown upon my actions...So let me explain:
Summer, 15-year's old, confused, alone, and in Montana, away from everyone and everything I love.
I love my mother so much. It's an odd thing. I don't show my emotions as much as I should, but I will fight to the death to protect those I love, this is why I call myself the warrior.
My father and I were in Montana on a business trip. We were about a month in and he was getting lonely for some company. We were staying in a Motel and loads of people would come and go, from Military, to business men, to strippers. This is about strippers, one in particular. She was a pretty thing. Short, about 5'2", brown hair that swept the bottom of her neck, full bosom, small waist, and the cutest smile. She looked like a high-school cheerleader, and acted like one. I think you are starting to get the picture.
One night she invited my father over to her room, she was not 21 and needed alcohol, he could provide that. He assured me everything was fine, but I, not being an idiot, knew better. I simply said, as he was leaving our hotel room: "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Two hours later he returns. He is angry, which is odd, I would think he would be happy. He proceeded to yell at me and saying that he had his chance but couldn't take it because I made him feel guilty. Huh? He goes on and on, and before long he turns into a blubbering mess, crying and sobbing, and confessing the times he had cheated on my mother. He is clearly so wasted that he doesn't even know what is going on, but I do, and I am so angry. On and on he rattles, confessing everything he has ever done as though I am a priest and he is dying. Something inside me snaps, and as he crawls (Keep in mind this is a 6 foot 4 man) to me and grabs my leg and begs for me to forgive him. I snap. I kicked him in the ribs, three times, as hard as I could, and he collapses, sobbing and feeling like this is what he needed, and then, to my joy, he passes out. I am left to feel both victorious and confused, what will he do in the morning, is the only question I can ask myself.
BUT...This is not the warrior story...A warrior does not kick a man while he is down...no...This is about what happens the next day.
We are at work the next day. For some reason my father is going on and on and on about how much my mother loved him and that SHE would NEVER cheat on him. So in love, in fact, that she NEVER dated anyone even when they were divorced. The warrior in me is boiling (The warrior could have used: Love, Peace, and certainly Solid Control...but alas...warrior is all alone...and mad)
I couldn't help it. I only said what I said because I loved my mom and I hated the smug look on his face. I made a mistake (My mom and I laugh about it now) I tell him when they were divorced she did date someone, as a matter-of-fact, she dated a hot young stud. I proceeded to tell him how beautiful the young man was (I think 27 and they were 37) and how much he wanted to marry my mom. Oh the look on his face was priceless. It was so worth it, until he called my mom, UGH...I was sticking up for her...but it backfired...Thank GOD we were in Montana for another month.
Well that is it for now. More to come. Thanks for listening. As always XOXOXOX and I will catch you on the flip side. Elicia