Hieroglyphs

In 2004 I was in Long Beach California. Attending Job Corps off Santa fe Ave. Truth is I was AWOL, I had left to be with a guy I had met. Apparently he had met a fellow bunk mate (which I still to this day I have no clue who it was) and had received the dorm number, He called everyday. I finally answered the strange call. Mind you I meet people easily but I mostly traveled with groups of people because of the Longos. They are a Mexican gang that isn't exactly nice to people of color, so we had to travel together or be in certain areas before dark. I was 18, fresh as of April and it was September.

So I talked to this man...

He was clever... He was nice.. sweet... So I went to meet him. He was a nice looking man, he wasn't too much older than I was and such a good conversationalist. We walked and had ice cream when I met up with him. He was a gangbanger with insane clown crip off Pine street. None of that mattered to me because I grew up just outside of Baltimore, amongst other places, and I already had gangbanger friends and exes. He was just so nice though so we talked and met up again. Long story short I ended up staying with him for about 2 months where I became a different person. I was introduced to crystal meth and boy did that work out for him.

Come to find out he was a pimp. He drugged and pimped me for 2 months straight. On the track …. I was selling my body or he would hurt me. After being raped about 4 times I decided I had to leave. I had to escape or I would end up like someone I wasn't, an evolved version of me he was trying to mold. If word got out then who would I be to my children and the people who loved me? As soon as I made the decision to leave he got locked up. There was about two days time in-between.

I know you're probably thinking that me being a drugged prostitute was probably the secret and it is partly. The other part that only two people know is that when he left and I was in that apartment I was so hurt and mad at myself. I was so upset that he would want to continuously put me in situations where I was hurt or abused that I decided that he had to go, but I couldn't kill him.

If I killed him he would be free and I would be locked up so I wrote a letter in hieroglyphs to an ancient spirit, that they would come and handle the situation for me and they could have his soul in payment, since he sold me I would sell him. Since this was for escaping and protection I would make out ok. My ancestors hopefully wouldnt make me pay for it..... I did it!

I googled a hieroglyph alphabet and wrote my letter translated word for word on wax paper put it under his pillow and I left. I went back To Job Corps, collected my check and went home to Orange County C.A., it was over and no one had to know about any of it and he wouldnt come looking for me.

Fast forward to this day...

I spoke to him about 2 years ago, he told me that since then it's been a wild ride but he had gotten locked up for human trafficking and cannot go back to his home state with out having to register as a sex offender so he will never go back. He lives about 30 minutes away from me, all the way across the country from where we first met. He also told me that when he got home he found the hieroglyphs written on the wax paper and he kept it. He said he had a heart attack the next week and when he died, he met with a spirit who told him that I sentenced him to death but if he made a deal he could live. So he made the deal, so he lives but he has a master now that pushes and pulls on his spirit and actions that will be there until he passes again.

He told me that since then it's been a wild ride but he had gotten locked up for human trafficking and cannot go back to his home state with out having to register as a sex offender so he can never go back.