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My arm flew out to the wall catching my footing as I stumbled tiredly for the front door. Someone was knocking and I had to jump out of bed to answer it since the deep sleepers in the other room that kept me up all night with their noise had no intentions of getting up. The doorbell rang again as I approached, fixing my robe.
"I swear if this is a crackhead." I mumbled as I unlocked the door. I yanked it open about to cuss out the person on the other side, but I stopped once I recognized the person standing on the brick porch in a sweatsuit and sneakers. "Jade? Are you alright? What time is it?"
"Like... five in the morning, I think. Can... I come in?"
I could see the desperation her eyes. She's my best friend. Of course she could talk to me at whatever time she needed. I've been worried about her anyway since Cairo has been in the tabloids with another woman. I allowed her inside, closing and locking the front door, then leading her to the bedroom I have occupying and just so happened to be my room when I was younger.
"Are you thirsty? Hungry?"
"No..."
I watched her pace in dismay as I closed the bedroom door. "We've been calling you. Are you okay Jade?"
"Cairo... he doesn't know that I'm here. Um, he was at the studio all night, or fucking some bitch; I dunno. But, I had to leave because I needed space. I'm scared. I know that he's on the way home because I have a radio interview. He's gonna be so mad at me."
Jade start to cry and I rushed to comfort her. "Jay, don't cry. You know crying will make me cry."
"I'm trying so hard not to." Jade rose her head, wiping her face with the sleeves of her oversize hoodie. "I really am. He just keeps lying to me. Now he's cheating on me. I ask him on the flight here and he was so nonchalant about it. Like, you my wife and I'm still fucking other women. Deal with it. I just don't know what the fuck to do."
"Listen, Jay, can't no one tell you how to handle your situation because it's yours." I assisted wiping her face, drying her tears. "Only you can decide what you want to do with your marriage. You are not obligated to stay in a situation where you are afraid. But I understand what love can make you do. I just want you to be okay." I tried to contain my tears for her, but they spilled out.
For the next few minutes Jade and me cried with one another. I know she wanted to leave Cairo but it was love and fear that kept her there. We ended up sitting on the carpet floor with backs leaned on the side of the bed with Jade laying her head on my shoulder. A comfortable silence is what Jade needed, so we were silent until the sun was coming above its horizon and brighting the sky and outside.
