“Girl I’m so ready for tonight!” My roommate Georgette mentioned while applying her mascara to her falsies. I finished putting on my gold studded hoops when my phone lit up for the tenth time in a row. I held my phone in my hand staring at his name flash across my screen. I want to answer so bad, but I already know that answering now wouldn’t solve the argument that will brew later.
“Put..it..down. You’re allowed to have fun Micah, he does this shit all the time”, Georgette came from out the bathroom sitting down on my bed.
“I have fun” I tried sounding convincing. Georgette rolled her eyes and gave me ‘The Bitch Please’ look. “Micah, every time you’re not in his sight he blows up your phone. He treats you like a child instead of his freaking girlfriend.”
“He just worries about me that’s all” I replied.
I sent the call straight to voicemail. I will not allow him to ruin my girl’s night out with Georgette, I look too good for any negative vibes. “Raindrop, drop top smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox…” I mouthed along as Bad and Boujee played from GeeGee’s phone. Typically I don’t listen to rap unless I’m going out, it always sets the mood for the night.
I gave my outfit one last look before grabbing my clutch purse, “You ready?” Georgette came back into the room grabbing her phone off the bed, “If you are” she replied. Shaking my head, we started for the door.
“Micah! Open this fucking door!”
I can hear Omar’s voice on the other side of the door. ‘Damn’ I said mentally, I was almost out the door! Unlocking the door Omar’s tall frame came pushing through. “Fuck you not answering my calls for?” He spat angrily.
“I-I-I don’t know” I stuttered.
“If I call your mouthafuckin’ phone answer it!” He yelled grabbing my arm tightly. “Get’s your hands off of her!” Georgette spat, yanking Omar’s hand from off my arm. “Stay out of this Georgette..”
“And what? I’m not her..I’ll fight yo ass” she retorted. “You talk to her like she’s your fucking child..like grow a pair and shut the fuck up and let her be…DAMN!”
I hated when Georgette intervenes. I know she’s trying to help but that only pisses Omar off even more, which makes him take it out on me.
“Shut yo thot ass up, like what the fuck are yall two wearin’ anyway?” He questioned looking at the both of our outfits. “Thot? Bitch I’ll mop ya ass! I got four brothers so I’m about that action” Georgette spat.
“Omar please, I can’t feel my arm” I whispered looking down. “Take this shit off!” He ordered. I rolled my eye’s and sighed.
Omar stared dead at me. I could see the fire burning in his eyes. I know I’m not even helping my own case, but I’m sick and tired of him acting this way. Georgette was right, I’m not Omar’s child and he needs to start respecting me.
“Micah, I’m not going to say this again..turn yo ass back around and change out of this fucking ass bullshit! You ain’t going out anywhere tonight!” He barked.
“Nah nigga. You heard her, she said no” Georgette interjected. Omar raised his hand as if he was going to hit her…”Fine! Okay, I’ll stay home!” I shouted in fear of what he would do to my best friend.
“I wish you would! Hit me! Bitch ass nigga, do it and I’ll have all my brothers up here ready to handle that ass once I’m finished with you! Matter of fact I should call them anyway since your little punk ass likes putting your hands on Micah.”
“Georgette chill…he didn’t mean it okay!”
“Micah, are you seriously sticking up for his stupid ass? I’m sorry girl…I love you but you need to drop him and get you some help.”
“Yo Georgette how bout you get a man before you step foot into someone else’s relationship” Omar chuckled. She sighed deeply and rolled her eyes. With a tight lip, Georgette looked like she wanted to say more, but grabbed her purse and stormed out the front door slamming it behind her.
Turning my attention back to Omar, the back of his hand came in contact with my face. Falling to the floor in pain, I laid there letting the tears roll down my cheeks.
“Omar please!” I cried as he gripped tightly around my neck pulling me up. Clawing at his hands I tried my best to break free but it was no use. His piercing black orbs sent chills down my spine.
I could almost stare directly into his soul. The problem is…he doesn’t have one. If there was a soul in his body he wouldn’t have me pinned up against this wall.
“Shut that crying shit up Micah! You know I can’t stand that shit” Omar growled.
How did we end up like this? Where did we go wrong?
The guy I once loved was gone and I don’t ever think he’s coming back…not for me at least. “I-I-I can’t breathe” I struggled as my tears stained my white shirt. I figured he had enough since his grip loosened and air quickly rushed into my lungs. Falling limp to the floor, my head banged against the wall. I knew sticking up for myself would lead to this…I should have kept my mouth shut. But I didn’t, and I should’ve known better but time after time I pray that he would be different.
“I’m so sick and tired of your dumb ass Micah! When are you gonna learn to stay in your damn place?”
“I-I’m sorry baby” I apologized, bringing my knees inwards to my chest. I felt Omar’s eyes burning a hole in me. A hole where there is nothing. “Getcho ass off the floor and freshen up. I don’t need you looking like a mess when your nosey ass friend returns.”
Without a word and with what little strength I had left, I managed to pick myself up from off the floor and headed for the bathroom. Looking in the mirror I could see a bruise starting to form around my neck.
Why do you take this Micah? Why are you losing yourself?
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