Descriptive Essay “Betrayal”

return she hits the baby. Because it's the baby's fault she was scolded so the baby must also be punished. She is cold and unsympathetic. Not a single care for the hardships she places on others. The delusions she creates of herself; a caring, altruistic, benevolent soul is actually a facade.

It is her way to get your guard down and when the moment arises, she strikes with no reservation. For instance, she robbed, restrained, and beat her ex-boyfriend for drugs and money simply because she wanted to punish him for not leaving his girlfriend. She justifies her actions as results on another person's error. She is callus and conniving. Like a rabid she-wolf, shifty and always on the attack. Her distasteful nature became so out of control even family began to distance her from her and her deceptive ways. Somehow, she escaped with her life and did not end up dead in her apartment yet she still persists on the travesty of his actions.

At first, I indulged her “poor me” attitude since I still loved Ann and wanted to comfort her. Eventually, her rants would end with more overdrawn rants but she flipped the script when she told me she had a plan to go back up to her exes for revenge. She is never one to let things go. She takes these destructive paths and leaves a mess all around her. Before she could even bring me into her plans I left and told her she’s on her own. Afterward, she becomes irrational with anger. She starts calling me at work and texting me non-stop. She even became so desperate

to call my parents asking them to send me over whenever they could.

With the shooting incident and the unstable character of my cousin, my family forbids me from having any contact with her. It broke my heart because I wanted to be there for her. Nevertheless, she is not is a good place and wanted to bring everyone down around her. Though she knew her plans of revenge against her ex were foiled she, unbeknownst to me, decides to somehow bring me down. Four weeks later, I hear from Ann. I was eager and excited to hear how she was and how life back felt but I was sadly disappointed when a drugged-up Ann was slurring on the other line.

Her haggard voice slurs out " You enjoying your happy perfect life? As long as you stay locked up at home like you do listening to your parents and not doing what you want. " Suddenly, Ann sounds clearer and she proceeded to chuckle into the phone. " You know I'll always look out for you. Not your parents and not mine. Just me. So I took care of your problem with us not being able to see each other. I called your parents told them what they needed to hear. You're a drug user. You like to sleep with lots of men and you steal from everyone. They need to kick you out so you can live with me.

I made sure to make you sound really good. ” I know it's all lies and I know my parents would never believe the drugged-up rants of my cousin. However, it

shattered me knowing my parents had to listen to those words. She knew how much I love my parents and how I strive to live up to their expectations of me. Furthermore, by her telling me, she wanted me to know stabbed me in my chest. Then, she twisted the knife. "You deserve to feel judged. You are not special and I want to make sure everyone else knows you're just as bad as me. ” The aftermath of that event was not a catastrophic as I had imagined.

My parents both knew she was lying to make me look bad out of hate and jealously but I could tell the call still weighed on their minds. The mood was heavy. My parents were tired from the stress and I was broken by Ann's vindictive nature. It took a long time to recover from that. She had been my journal of life. I shared all my views, dreams, and secrets which she willingly threw all away because she wanted to be spiteful. I never spoke to her much after that. She moved out of her mother’s house and into her boyfriend's apartment. Once her parents stopped giving her money and told her to start paying rent she left.

It really made me see her for what she really is. A parasite. She hooks onto a host and takes in what nutrients she can. Finally, when she knows she can't get nothing more she moves on. Unfortunately, it is slightly different in my case. She grew with me. She festered in my heart and fed off my stories and my help and my love.

It was all arsenals for her bags of tricks. So that day when she ripped herself out of my heart it hurt me deeply but now I know she is withering away with no one to latch onto and the once strong bridge she had with me is forever burned up and sealed for no entry ever again.