Desire

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I didn’t have a care in the world. If they were plotting on me, they’d damn sure better come with it. Tomorrow is my birthday and I will look nice. The occasion will be one to remember. I called my mom.

“Hey my baby.”

“Hey, Ma. I was just calling you to say that I love you.”

“I love you, too. Are you okay? I’m worried about you.”

“I’m better, Ma. Don’t worry. Hey, Ma I’m going to come stay a while with you.”

“Really? That will be nice.”

“I’m coming tomorrow and Ma, please don’t tell Keith or anyone.”

“Are you in some kind of trouble, child?”

“No ma’am. Just getting away”

“If you are, just tell me.”

“Ma, I have to go. I love you” I rushed off the phone.

I didn’t want her to panic. I started packing clothes into my trunk. Tomorrow is the end of whatever the hell this was and the start of my new life. Once I packed all of my essentials, I ate dinner, took a bath and headed to bed. I locked myself in the guest bedroom, I wanted to avoid Keith. I didn’t know for certain if he’d be home, but if he did I didn’t want to see him. I fell asleep.

I woke up the next day and he wasn’t there. Maybe he didn’t come in last night. My phone was filled with birthday wishes. I didn’t respond to any of them, I decided to focus on making my day relaxing. I wanted to look and feel beautiful. I had to go and buy me a pair of heels, and get my hair done.

I started my day early so I could go home and make sure everything was in order for tonight. My hair was done, my heels were perfect. I ordered my favorite cake from the bakery and poured me a glass of my most expensive wine. I was in control and didn’t need anybody else. Roberta called my phone, I didn’t answer. I sent her a text

“Deal is off, I want no parts of this. Get someone else.”

To my surprise she responded “I understand.”

I put on my $3,000 black Givenchy dress and black and black Versace heels. I let my curls down and put my makeup on perfectly. I knew Keith would be home before I left and I had to make him think that I was clueless. I was going to have to not only pretend to still love him, but to act as if I wanted him. I waited in the bedroom.

Around a quarter to 8, I heard Keith’s car. He was right on time. I had to put my game face on. He walked into the room, as if I weren’t sitting there. I walked behind him and the bastard slammed the door in my face. I figured he wouldn’t acknowledge me, so I went to my car. I can’t lie, I at least thought he’d look twice. I sat in the car before pulling off and wanted to  journal to ease my mind a bit.

Dear Diary,

Today was the 31st, my birthday and Keith walked right past me. I had on a black Givenchy dress, my hair curly(like he said he likes) and my 6 inch Versace heels to match. He walked in from work as if he didn't see me. I could smell the cheap perfume as he walked by to jump in the shower. I followed him to the bathroom and right before I could enter, he shut the door. He closed the door as if he didn't see me. Maybe he knows, maybe he's waiting for me to make the first move. I don't love him anymore and honestly, I do the bare minimum just to say that "I tried"  sometimes I wish he'd go away... For good. Just wishful thinking

Signed,

Dee.

I pulled out of the driveway and I headed over to my job. I had to go there, to make sure Frank was still there. He was there. I drove to his house and watched from across the street. I had grown nervous but no one knew I was here. I decided to ride around the block to ease my nerves. I changed my clothes in the car. If Keith was going to look for me, he’d only know I was wearing formal clothing. I put on my tennis shoes and headed up to the yard. I made sure none of the neighbors saw me as I crept through the bushes, leading to the back door. I walked up to the door, reached for my key and found myself being mugged, I was fighting and kicking. I tried to yell but  I was losing my breath, my vision was blurring, I couldn’t breathe. Everything went black.