Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-29015383-20160714143121/@comment-29015383-20160717185304

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Jay, I'm terrified of the fact that there are apparently things you've written that aren't even accepted here....

You've seen the news these days right? Unless you've been living under a rock that is. In this case I'm specifically talking about the wanton racism and power-abuse that is growing more and more common amongst cops. That's right, America's finest makes the headlines more often than not by breaking the law instead of protecting it. Those that are supposed to protect all of us regardless of religion or skin color are betraying and killing us left and right! And that's not even the worst of it. You see, they've even begun to arrest people for being around blacks.

That's right, I just wrote that. You may think that I'm just pulling this out of my ass, but I've seen it happen. In fact, just the other day they arrested my boyfriend just because he dates and loves me, a black woman! It was all over the news, which is the only reason I even found out. That is why I'm writing this. I want to create public attention and show people how absolutely twisted the system is these days. Most importantly, I write this to get my boyfriend out of jail and back to me.

My boyfriend... My boyfriend Edward is the sweetest, kindest, and most loving person I have ever met. He is like an angel descended from the Heavens with his beautiful blonde hair, his deep blue eyes that twinkle so adorably whenever he looks at me, and his smooth, light skin that lays so gorgeously tight over his well-toned muscles. With his gentle voice he can calm the most hysterical and rabid beast, and his smile can make a crying baby laugh with joy. Eddy saved me from the pits of despair years ago when I thought that nothing could make me smile anymore. He pulled me out of the darkness and gave me a reason to live: him. He was and still is my beacon of hope and radiant shield of protection all at once. He returned me my smile!

I don’t expect you to understand when I say that he did so much for me. After all, Eddy told me that no one would understand and I have no reason to not believe him. However, for the sake of his freedom, I will try and explain. I first met Edward at lunch time in late spring. It had been a warm day so everybody, including me, was enjoying their lunch outside in the sun. Due to the other students being primarily white, I was not a popular girl and thus I sat by myself at the edge of the grounds. That was when he approached me and struck up a conversation. I still remember what he first said to me. He said I was beautiful and then asked why I wasn’t sitting with the other girls. Of course I was cautious of him at first, but he was so nice and charming that I didn’t feel the need to keep my guard up for long. After that, I talked to him every day during lunch break. A few times he even convinced me to skip the rest of my classes and spend the day in town with him! It was the best time of my life.

Of course, my parents had to ruin my whole relationship. They found out, somehow, and wouldn’t let me do anything anymore. They started to treat me like a little kid, taking me to school and picking me back up the moment the bell rang, making the teachers keep an eye on me during lunch break, and never even once letting me out of the house. But Edward had already warned me that that would happen if people found out about us. This world we live in has grown so cold and distant that nobody knows what real love is anymore. So I had told him where I lived, just in case. After two long, excruciating days without being able to see him, he came to visit me in the middle of the night. I let him in through the window and we talked until the sun started to rise. Edward returned every single night, sometimes even bringing a small gift with him. When he asked me to come with him after a few weeks, I only hesitated for a short moment. It all went so fast at that point. Before I knew it I was waiting in the car while Eddy had gone back inside to leave my parents a message so they wouldn’t follow us.

The drive to his house was long, though since I dozed off a few times I’m not sure how long. I do know that the last part of the trip was a dirt road through a forest because the uneven path jostled me out of sleep. Of course I was concerned about school, but Edward was there to reassure me that I didn’t need to be. He would take care of everything so that his little jewel, me, didn’t have to worry about anything. I was a little sad, but only because I had been looking forward to starting high-school.

With me in the house it did mean that Edward had to work more to support the both of us. He practically worked himself to death, poor guy. Sometimes I didn’t see him for a day or two, just so that he could do extra shifts. He became sterner with me too, which was understandable. He was perfect, and I was not so I probably frustrated him a lot with my clumsiness. His lessons were harsh at times, but I deserved every one of them. I carry each bruise and scar in my heart as a reminder they are stepping stones that lead me closer to being able to fully stand at Eddy’s side.

In order to fix our money problems, Edward eventually asked for my help. He was so adorably hesitant about it too and all embarrassed that he had to ask, but I was more than happy to do whatever I could. My job became the dream of every girl: he made me a model. Every moment he was with me he took dozens of beautiful pictures of me in gorgeous outfits. He even taught me how to use make-up to become even prettier and disguise the bruises from my lessons. According to Eddy the pictures sold well, but it wasn’t enough since the clothing had been rather expensive. I bet that my poor Edward was ripped off on them, since the amount of cloth on those things didn’t really warrant a high price. He knew a few people that paid well just to see me in one of those pieces and take a few pictures of their own. One offered even more money and all I had to do was sit in his lap, listen to him talk, and let him gently caress me. Edward didn’t like it. He didn’t want to share me with anymore, but we really needed the money. I was so very hesitant, but dear sweet Eddy convinced me that it was necessary so I swallowed my nerves and complied, just for him.

It wasn’t fun, but it wasn’t all that bad either. Edward was ever so grateful, which made every moment worth it. The very next day he left for town to stock up on much needed groceries. Imagine my surprise when I saw his face on the 6 o’clock news. They had a whole section devoted to just his arrest, filled with filthy lies to justify their racist act. They claim my poor Eddy has kidnapped, killed, extorted, spread child pornography, and prostituted others. You must understand, these things couldn’t be farther from the truth! Please believe me, my Edward would never harm a fly! He is innocent! Please, I’m begging you. Bring him back to me. The cupboards are empty. I’m getting hungry. I need him here with me. I miss him so much.

Please.

Return him.