The Making of The Huntress (5 page)

So back to the present day, I am now driving
Mark towards his parents place and he is still just sitting there
silent. Is this the same man who shares everything with me, the man
who constantly reminds me of his love and most importantly the man
who loves me too much to just leave me out here dangling like this,
with no clue what’s going on. Not ready to just give up I ask Mark
“What happened how did you get into the accident?” Now Mark just
looks at me not saying anything, then finally he says “I should
have called someone else I knew you would ask way too many
questions.” What the hell, I cannot believe he just tried to switch
all of this crazy around and make it about me instead of him. I
just looked at him, expecting he would apologize for that stupid
remark he’d just made, but he didn’t say anything. When we appeared
outside his parents’ house I was shocked to see police officers
there. I was so scared as I got out of my car, I walked up to where
two officers were talking to Mark’s parents I noticed Mark wasn’t
beside me. Somehow he had gotten out of my car and gone around the
house so that he would avoid the police. One of the officer’s asked
me who I was, I stated I was Mark’s girlfriend, they then asked if
I knew where Mark was, I stated no. Mark’s mother was giving me the
most evil look she could manage and I was just totally lost. The
officer went on to tell me that they had found Mr. and Mrs.’
Faison’s car and it had been in an accident. They asked me if I
knew anything about it. Once again I replied No. The officer then
warned me about failing to cooperate and how I could be an
accessory after the fact. “Accessory to what?” I questioned. The
other officer then stated that Mark’s car had hit another car with
a woman and her two children in it and one of the kids was killed
immediately. “Oh My God”, I felt like I was going to pass out as if
someone had just kicked by legs from under me. I went and sat in
one of the outside chairs. All the while Mark’s mother was looking
at me like I was the enemy. The officer then asked me if I knew
anything about Mr. and Mrs. Faison’s stolen car, I replied no. They
then questioned if I was used to seeing Mark driving that vehicle,
and I had to say “Yes”. Mark’s mother became very upset and stated
I was lying and that Mark didn’t drive that car. It was all finally
hitting me Mark had been driving under the influence and had caused
the death of a child and now his parents were covering up for him
and wanted me to do the same. I then walked to my car and told them
I had to go home, the officers advised me to stay in the area since
they would have more questions for me. While I was driving home, I
kept trying Mark’s number but he never answered, finally I called
his sister Stacy. When Stacy answered she just said she was so
sorry I was involved in this mess. With her next 4 words Stacy
managed to turn my fairytale relationship into a horrible
nightmare. “Mark is an Alcoholic”, “Vanessa did you hear what I
said?” yelled Stacy. “Yes, I heard you but that can’t be true, we
spend so much of our time together I would know if he were getting
drunk regularly.” Stacy went on to tell me that’s why everyone
loved Mark and me as a couple because Mark had slowed down on his
drinking and didn’t get drunk every day the way he used to. She
went on to say “Mark still drinks a lot everyday he just stops now
before becoming a drunken fool and that’s only so that you won’t
notice” Stacy then told me how this was the third vehicle she knew
of Mark destroying due to his drinking. “Well this time it’s much
worse he killed a child!” Stacy just started crying uncontrollably,
I told her it would be ok and that it wasn’t her fault. She
proceeded to say it was partially her fault but the biggest
culprits were her parents because they refused to accept that Mark
had a problem and they were always trying to fix any mess he got
himself into.

I was just loss at this point, how could the
man I loved and spent almost all my time with be a drunk who has
now killed someone’s child. I pulled over, turned my car off and
began to puke, this news had made me absolutely sick. Somehow I
managed to drive myself home, got into my bed and didn’t emerge
from there for the next two days. When I turned my cell phone back
on I started getting messages from people to include Mark’s mother.
I picked up the phone and called her back, immediately I asked her
how was Mark, she stated he was fine, no thanks to me. She then
went on to say that “I can’t believe you tried to ruin my baby’s
life, I thought you loved him.” Was this for real, I couldn’t
believe the words she had just spoken, “I do love Mark, what are
you talking about?” She went on to say “How could you tell the
police that Mark drives that car after we told them the car was
stolen?” “Look Mrs. Faison no one told me anything so I had no clue
what was going on, I just answered the police honestly, not knowing
it would hurt Mark at all”. Ms. Faison then stated she could never
forgive me for trying to send her baby to jail and hung up the
phone. I just couldn’t believe that Ms. Faison was so concerned
about her baby when someone else had just lost their child because
of a stupid decision made by her almost 30 year old baby. Worst
yet, I still hadn’t heard from the man I believed to be my best
friend and lover, he hadn’t even picked up the phone to see if I
was ok. When I had climbed into my bed I wondered how this horrible
situation would impact Mark and affect our relationship but now as
I was climbing out of my bed I knew this would be day 1 of my life
without Mark. Even worse, I knew that I would not be opening myself
up to this kind of hurt again anytime soon.

From this point forward I would just use men
for the one thing they could be good for and that was SEX. No
longer did I want the attachments that came with sex like love or
affection. From here on out Vanessa would just take care of her
needs no longer getting caught up in all the trappings that come
with being in a relationship. Previously, I loved the idea of a man
hunting me down but from here on out I would be the huntress.
Unlike my male counterparts, I was going to be open and honest with
my prey, so that they knew where they stood with me right from the
beginning. I certainly expect my life to get a whole lot simpler
from here.

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