The Worst of the Worst Returns!

The trouble I got into my first week of college… it’s something I’d hoped to forget.

Naive enough to let someone in…

Someone who took my life in his hands and molded it into something unrecognizable.

Suffocation, betrayal, emotional blackmail…

It took one moment to let him in, but months to dislodge.

So I could finally live the life I was meant to!

A blissful four years went by, where I had real friendships.

And romantic partnerships.

My first long-term relationship.

Then, months after that breakup, I was casually seeing someone.

Mainly through phone calls…

And one day, boom!

Silence.

After days I finally get a text from the same number that the person is in jail.

The friend who had the phone doesn’t reveal himself

… yet.

But soon enough I knew.

He finally called from the phone and it was the voice I hoped I would never hear again.

What a cruel twist of fate!

I was a different person, a completely different person…

Four years older, and hopefully wiser…

But here came the same gut-squeezing sensation.

The same sense of dread as, despite myself, I got sucked back in.

I felt my social life, my free time, my money… all slipping out of my hands.

Why was I still the same scared boy?

Why did I feel trapped, like I couldn’t get him out of my life a second time?

Everything I had experienced since then, every life lesson I’d learned…

What good was it if I couldn’t push back the worst person I’d ever known?

In the meantime, I found out that he had his own worst of the worst now.

Someone was tormenting him even worse than him to me.

Do I finally understand him? Do I feel sorry?How can I?

No! Maybe monsters always create or worsen other monsters. I couldn’t let this derail me.

I finally looked myself in the mirror and found determination to break free again.