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side peeping in the windows. She felt uneasy wondering if Sandino sent him. She watched until he came inside, spoke to several of the truck drivers then headed to the kitchen and put on an apron.
    “He must work here,” she said to herself noticing he had red hair just like the owner Jim. “I wonder if his damn name is Tim,” she joked to herself.
    A few minutes later, he walked back out the kitchen and over to the table with their food. “Hello, is that your car?” he asked placing all three plates down.
    Unsure about whether to answer him Skye paused before speaking. “Yes it is, why?”
    “I’m just asking cause that’s a mighty nice vehicle you got there,” he stated in a southern tone. “I want to get me a car like that one day, been saving my money working here with my mom and pop. I got me a 1999 Honda Accord with some ten inch rims.” Skye let out a huge sigh hoping he would get the hint and leave, especially since their food had arrived, but he kept right on talking. “I just got it painted and tint put on the windows. That’s my baby. It’s parked in the back.” He stood there for a few seconds like he wanted Skye to respond. “Can I get you anything else?”
    “No,” Skye quickly said before putting a piece of bacon in her mouth.
    “Well, nice talking to you,” he finally said then walked away.
    Skye shook her head as a million thoughts seemed to suddenly fight for her attention. She knew the guy was only trying to be nice, but with all the drama she had going on right now, there was no way she could listen to anyone else’s problems. Suddenly, she started thinking about her and Sandino’s early days, before the fame, the drugs and the abuse; days when they used to have fun; days when they latched onto each other and talked about both of their horrible childhoods.
    Sandino grew up in West Baltimore’s oldest and worst housing projects, called Lexington Terrace with his prostitute mother Peaches. He watched her turn tricks and get abused everyday by her pimp, Hollywood, who was also Sandino’s father. Even though Skye wasn’t considered a project chick, and grew up in the Prince George’s County area, her circumstances were just as bad. At the age of ten, both of her parents were killed in a car accident, forcing Skye to live in foster homes when neither of her aunts would take her in. She ended up going from one home to the next with two outfits in her possession, but somehow still managed to keep straight A’s all throughout school. Her living arrangements didn’t seem to get any better until she received a full scholarship to college, and moved onto campus. Those same aunts had the nerve to try to come into her life years later when they found out she was married to a professional ball player.
    When she married Sandino he promised to love and protect her. Skye never imagined in her wildest dreams she would become a victim of domestic abuse. Thinking back on it, Skye now knew she should’ve left him the very first time he put his hands on her. But at the time she just wasn’t strong enough to walk away .
    But I am now? I have to be, I must protect my sons from picking up their father’s wicked ways, she thought.
    Suddenly, Skye felt herself about to break down so she jumped up and told the boys she would be right back and went into the bathroom. She couldn’t let her boys see her like this.
    Tears were racing down her face as soon as she hit the door. Needing to let it all out, she fell back against the sink and released a horrifying scream. Skye knew that everyone in the diner probably heard her cries but she’d held in the pain long enough. A few seconds later the waitress Kim burst into the restroom.
    “Are you okay darling?” she asked with concern.
    Skye grabbed a paper towel and wiped her face then looked at the woman. “Does it look like I’m okay? No I’m not okay! My husband has been abusing me for years, and last night I finally left him. I don’t know where the