Kristen

= Lateesha media type="custom" key="7577899" width="90" height="90" = By Kristen

 I tried to stay away from men like that. Curtis had been bad news, but in the past. He would never have a shirt on and he would always flirt with other girls while he was dating me! I wasn’t a big fan of him back then. All of his friends called him ceps, (short for biceps) because his shirt was always off. But like I said he had been bad news, HAD been. He has really changed since I last saw him. It took me such a long time to get over him and now he is planting my favorite snaks in the garden outside my apartment! There is even a sign that says, "Lateeshas Tomatoes." Right infront of the tomatoes. "I am SO going down there!" I thought to myself. That voice in my head was like a broken record player. I just cant seem to get it out of my head! i finally went down to see the tomatoes. They looked red and round and plump as could be. Just to see how the sun light reflected of the side of them put a giant smile across my face. Suddenly I heard someone behind me. And guess who it was, Curtis! He was carrying a bag of tomatoe food. I knew what it was because I grew up growing tomatoes with my aunt in her garden. He had this puzzled look on his face but I knew he had been planning this for a while. I was speachless. I was so shocked to see him again, I couldnt even move my mouth. As we stared it felt like an hour had gone by with no talking what so ever but it had only been a few seconds. He said hello to me. HIs voice was lower than the last time I saw him. I said hello also. But he interupted me and invited me to help him with the garden. We both smiled and he took that as a yes. I was thrilled! I thanked him with a big hug and ran inside to put on my old gardening cloths. They were my aunts so they fit me perfect. My gloves were old and worn out, but putting them on felt so right. As I was walking to the garden I niticed some of Curtis's old friends. They glared at me as if i had murdered their mother. But I was to happy to be botherd by boys like that. When I was working on the garden with Curtis we were so close with our thoughts and feelings. It had felt like he had been my brother. But then came the night. I was watching t.v, but suddenly I heard a noise coming from the garden. It was Curtis's frdiends who had glared at me that day. Those boys had bats and hammers in their hands. My heart had been pounding with fear. As I saw them killing the tomatoes I started balling. My eyes were blood shot and puffy. Then I noticed someone behind them. It was Curtis. He tapped the biggest man on the shoulder. The look on his face told Curtis to bck away but he wasn't quick enough. He grabbed him by the arm and took him into the dark. I couldn't take it anymore. I lay in bed wondering what they were doing. I could hear screaming and the sound of punches beng thrown. It was the worst noise anyone could have ever heard. When I woke up in the morning Curtis was already down there. I rushed down there to make sure he was okay. From far away he looked fine but as I got closer I saw the terror. I started balling again when I saw his face. It was so horrible to see. His face was all swolen and red and bloddy. But once we started planting again its almost as if it never happened. But if that night hadn't happened I wouldn't have a husband and a tomatoe farm. Lateeshas Tomatoes selled so many tomatoes and whenever people ask how we got the idea of making a tomatoe farm we tell them about that night and how it brought us closer than we thought we could be.