My name is Alexia Vorobyev. This story might seem boring for… Most of the time you’re reading this… And it may get tragic too! But don’t look away! This… This is my story, and it’s an important one.
I don’t normally tell my story to people, not to… anyone. So you’re lucky! You get to hear what happened to me. I’m not telling you this because I want pity. I don’t want your pity, what happened to me only made me stronger.
Okay, maybe I should stop putting it off… Maybe I should start telling you the story. My life started normal. I was born and raised in America but my mother and grandmother were very much Russian and they made a point to never let the family forget it. My father was a hard-working man, he tried his best to make enough money that my mother didn’t have to work. I grew up with my sister and we entertained ourselves by helping around the house and the yard. My mother was an amazing cook and my grandmother worked in the garden. We helped them where we could, gathering items for my momma, and helping her cook, we learned a lot. Another thing we did was going outside to play. My mother and father didn’t believe in electronics, TVs, things like that. I begged them for the longest for a tv or something more entertaining to do, but I’m kind of glad they never gave that to me. One day, I was playing with my cat, Binx, Father had been out working a long shift all day, we knew he was going to be back later. But when his truck pulled into the driveway, something was off… You see, my father worked for a big industry, working in a warehouse with heavy machines… To this day, I don’t quite know what it was that he did, but his line of work was /never/ the safest.
That day, I knew something was wrong when his truck pulled up. I left my cat where she was, turned, and ran… I had never run so hard or so fast in my life. My heart was pumping in my chest, my legs ached like I’d been running in place for ages!
When I made it to the truck, my father wasn’t there. It was my uncle, My father was nowhere to be seen and there was a grim look in my uncle’s eyes.
That night I learned that my father had fallen from a great height. He was quickly taken to the hospital and there is where he took his final breaths. There was no way for my uncle to contact us in time for us to say goodbye.
Momma and I… We grieved for as as long as we could. Momma had to get a job and grandma worked as a maid for a farm nearby. I ten years old when this happened, there wasn’t much I could do so I continued doing work around the house.
Moving on to my eighteenth year I moved out of the house and I got a job for a large corporation as a secretary. It’s where I met him… The first time I laid eyes on him it was like fireworks went off in my chest.
His name was David Holland, he worked with the big boss as some sort of advisor for the company. He would pass my desk and flash me a smile every morning. He was really the man of my dreams.
It took him a whole three months of passing me by and smiling before he finally had the guts to stop and ask. I’ll never forget his stupid grin when he asked me if I was single. Of course, I would tell him that I was single.
This would strike up the best year of my life. A year was all it took for him to get a ring on my finger. But after that? The romance died away… He became a monster… The pain he gave me? I never felt anything like it before. He would get mad over the simplest things and split open my lip or blacken my eye.
I took this, because at the end of the day? He was sweet again. He apologized, and he showed that same romance. He genuinely loved me… He had to. I was naïve. I was a fool! A stupid stupid fool!
At nineteen I got pregnant… He was careful with me then… But when I had the child, he started with his devilish ways again.
When my son was three. Tragedy struck that would change my life forever. My husband, he was far from perfect, And I finally realized that I didn’t need him. I planned on escaping with my boy, leaving and never returning, going somewhere else, a new town, a new /LIFE/.
That day, I went to the grocery store. I was going to pick up a few things to take on the road, that night was the night I was going to do it! I was finally going to get away from the bastard! I realized that his love was a lie, I didn’t need it and what was I waiting for? My son to get older then become the brunt of David’s attacks? No.
I came home from the store and all seemed wellish. But David was on the couch watching tv and my son? My son was nowhere to be seen… I went upstairs, checked his bedroom in hopes to find it on the floor… Nowhere.
“David? David where is our son?” My question rang out and I could feel my heart beating in my chest. He never answered… But the water on the floor in front of the bathroom… That told me all I needed to know.
My heart thumped, I inched closer and placed a shaking hand onto the door. Gently I pushed it open and as it swung open, I screeched at the scene before me.
Hayden, my son, face down in the bathtub, the water still flowing. My heart sank in my chest. I rushed in, yanking the lifeless body out of the bathtub and pulled him into my arms, nine one one was called and I was informed my son was dead.
That is what it was but no one will believe me! They thought I was a hysterical mother blaming the father… But no, he /murdered/ my son! Jumping to now… I live on my own. I left the city after burning that fuckers house down! I am starting a new life, new name, new everything… But my son? I will /always/ remember my son… My Hayen… Taken from me too soon because I just needed a few more minutes… I took this pain and I reversed it. My son might be gone, but I cannot let David win by keeping me down. I refuse to be a part of people feeling the same pain I did, so I am nice. I care about people, no matter who they are because /No one/ deserves to feel what I did in those four years of being with David. This is my story, and I pray that you don’t fall into the same trap that I did. There will always be ways and people that will get you any help you need. For whatever problem you have. Sometimes… A smile is all someone needs to brighten their day. I vow to give someone, anyone that. Because they deserve it.
Now I live in Brooklyn working for Aiden Callum, a private detective who deals in the supernatural. It’s fun, spooky and every day is always something new.
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