3 months after the divorce;
"Devin where is my keys," Sobah voice ring as he search the whole apartment. I reached into the couch nonchalantly and tossed them to him. He nodded a thank you and dashed out the door for work. I laid on the couch for months now. Eating up his food and drinking up his soft drinks. He didn't complain once. My eyes were still red and my head thumped. He moved into my apartment because he had no where to go anymore since his lease was up and the cost of a new one was too expensive at the moment and due to some fraud a girl did with his credit card it was hard to even convince someone to lease to him.
He is a good friend, he cleans up the house, cooks me meals even though I don't eat them, and settle the bills since I stop going to work all together. Everyone I worked with was a fan of hers and blamed me for the whole thing. The boss gave me a difficult time and started to tamper with my money and time, so I quit. I fell into a deep depression and even hearing a new song by her or her name sets me off.
Sobah unplugged all the electronics and kept the computers and phones in a box in his car. The only phone I have is a flip phone with his number programed into it. I sighed as I got up to brush my teeth and take a shower, one in which I really needed I hadn't taken one in two weeks. I know Sobah smelled that moldy musty cheese smell from me but with a smile he would just tell me to "take care dude," and leave. That's Sobah for you, non judgemental.
I grabbed a towel and rag out of the hall closet and stepped into the master bedroom. I offered it up to Sobah but he would rather have the second room. Something about the room looking like dracula slept in there. I grabbed the door knob and twisted it, giving the door a little push I could see what he meant now. It was only deep blues decorating the room with hint of gray and black. The bed had been untouched. It's black spread felt like the inside of my soul, cold.
The deep blue drapes kept the sun out so well you would think it was still nightfall. And the rest of the room was monotoned with gray furniture decorating the place.
"No light, just like we used to like it," I said with a sigh before dragging myself to the bathroom. I flipped on the light. The florescent beam burn my eyes as I had not been adjusted to them in a while.
It was the first time my gazed was fixated on myself in the mirror. My hair was grown out 3 inches longer than what it had been, along with my beard. My eyes red from all of my crying and self medicating with weed brownies. I gain weight from over eating and I looked drain and tired. "How broken she has made you, how torn apart you are? What happened to you?" I said.
It was silence as I flipped on the shower head that was attached to a Bluetooth speaker. "Okay playing what happen to you by Usher," Alexa said and the music played.
I was about to turn it off when I decide not to and just listen as I sat my bath essentials down and grabbed the rag and some body wash. I stepped in the semi hot water and let it cascade down my body as I lathered up the body wash on my rag and dragged it across my body.
"Black, young, and clever,"
"When you give it all you get it all,"
"Love would be the only reason to look, baby"
"But once you turn it on, you can't turn it off"
"But picture me complaining with all this"
The lyrics were speaking to my soul as I stood in the shower for what seem like hours, my mind was blank, before her I was on my way to becoming a multimillionaire. Before her I was clever, young and I was eating all the oysters the world had to offer, but when I met her I became her shadow, I thought if I let my baby shine when it came time too she would let me shine next and support me.
That time never came. She got the money, she got the love. She got the attention. But me? I got a slap in the face of reality. That I was a pebble in her fancy world. That I was a peasant in the aristocracy world that the rich built. It was a different time but the same world. I flipped the shower off and dried myself and changed into fresh clothes. I called over one of Nubbie's stylist/hairdresser friend who always looked out for me to shape me up and ate some breakfast Sobah made me. "What to do now Dev," I thought to myself.
I didn't have my laptop to check for a way back into the investment game and I couldn't get in contact with my old friend who helped me start out this way or the company that was greatly interested in my new generation ideas. A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I opened the door and there stood Nubbie and Don.
"Hey guys," I smiled wryly.
"What smells like it died in your house Dev?" Don asked as she walked inside.
"Always like you Don, sorry forgot to clean up," I called with a chuckle.
"How are you doing Devin?" Nubbie asked as she pulled me into a hug.
I missed this. I missed an embrace like this. She was warm and smelled like warm honey and vanilla. "I'm doing okay," I said.
She pulled my face up so she could see me clearly. "I know you're not, but I took a day off from dance practice to check on you, and you know Hana is going to kill me," she said.
I laughed at the thought of Hana screaming at the top of her lungs wondering where Nubbie is and angry when she finds out she skipped practice. She doesn't play about dancing and practice. She is a inspiration to me and an amazing dancer.
"Yeah you better soothe her with lots of food and drinks after this," I joked, receiving a playful slap on my arm.
I pulled from her embrace and went over to one of my dinning chairs Don pulled out and had me sit down to get started on my hair.
"When I am done styling you, your going to look like a sex God," she said before taking out some clippers and other hair tools she needed.
I chuckled at her comment. I needed this. She even gave me a hot towel facial too.
Poor Devin. He is going through a lot. Good thing he has friends like Don and Nubbie. Do you think he will find love again? Don't forget to comment, vote, and share. ~TB
