Open Wounds

It's August 15, 2008 and I'm standing outside the New York County Courthouse with a piercing stare at the massive sized building. To lawyers and judges, it's an impressive structure. To I, Reese Wilks, it just looked like the devil ready to swallow me whole as I looked up at it. God, my heart was racing, and my palms were sweating like crazy. I felt like I was going to have a anxiety attack. "This is the day," I mumbled. The day I would take the stand in the court room and pray my testimony was enough to put my bastard of an ex-husband behind bars for a long time. I just had to make sure I kept my composure and stayed in control. "For god sakes DO NOT look at him," I told myself. " At least not until it was over."

Michael Thorton was his name. He was a big time lawyer in New York. He defended the bad guys. "Hmmm... imagine that," I thought with a snicker. I met him shortly after college in New York. Clowie, my best friend, and I decided to take a trip there after we graduated. We both always wanted to go just one time. Michael approached me when we were dining at Club twenty-one. It's a well known restaurant that has been around for nearly seventy-five years and is popular among everyone, including tourists. I thought he was the most handsome man I had ever seen. He was tall and had jet black hair. The thing about him I liked the most were his eyes. The most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. He was nearly eight years older than me, but that didn't matter. His charm immediately won me over. I was in shock when he came over to our table and started flirting with me. If he was going to talk to anyone at our table I would of figured it to be Clowie. Clowie is pretty, lots of fun, and just down right hard to resist. Don't get me wrong, I do my fair share of turning heads, but when it comes to conversation I get a big fat F.