Married at Fifteen?...6

      We laid in our comfy bed together, his arm over me.  Troy was asleep, getting ready for our big day tomorrow.  I turned over and pushed the covers, and his arm off of me.  Troy just rolled over, covering the rest of the bed.  Troy then started snoring, so to escape the noise I decided to take a walk outside.  I put on a pair of gray sweat pants, and put on a blue tank top.  I put my dark, wet hair into a bun, and put on my navy blue flip-flops.  I walked outside into the dark.  The moon shining against me. 

      "Were's a chair when you really need one?" I whispered to myself.  I stepped out farther and farther.

      Downstairs, I found a rusty old pull-out chair.  I decided to just sit on the curb.  Then a man startled me from behind.  It was Jamal, so I moved over so he could sit next to me.

      "What's wrong little girley?  Ya boyfriend not satisfin' ya?" He said. 

       "No well, see he's not my boyfriend, he's my fiance.  We're getting married tomorrow, hopefully.  But I'm nervous." I said to Jamal.

        "Tit's alright do be nervous.  But tit's not alright do be unsure about who your love goes do." He went on "My wife, well, she is da prettiest ding.  She had a great personality, until... Well, until she died." I began to feel pity for him.  We talked for hours about just about anything really. 

         It was finally time for me to return to Troy.I walked into the room, smiling.  Now I couldn't wait to marry him!  I walk in, and the room was empty, except for my clothes.  There was a note on the dresser.

         I stopped smiling as I opened it.  It said, "Juli, I'm so sorry." and that was it.  I fell to the ground crying.  I began to think more about what happened with Troy and Isabella. 

          "Did he leave me again?" I ask myself...