*4 months later*
Janet
These last few months have been hard. I don't know exactly what happened to me in that hospital room but what happened has happened. It seems cold but that's the way things are. I guess some things just don't work out. "Janet!" I rolled my eyes. "Janet!"
"What?!"
"Who are you talking to?!"
"You bitch ass." I mumbled. "What do you want?!"
"I need something to eat!" I groaned and got up.
"Get on my fucking nerves." I went into the kitchen and prepared some of the leftover food from yesterday. "Like your hands don't work."
"Hurry up!"
"I'm coming!" I walked to his office and sat his plate down. "Here." I went to walk out.
"Wait. This is how you prepare my food?" I looked at how I put the food on the plate.
"You want it or not?"
"Of course I want it but you could at least make it look nice."
"Whatever." I turn to walk away again.
"Janet."
"Wissam." I mimicked his voice.
"Don't make me...." I walked up to him.
"Make you what?" I leaned over his desk. He got in my face. "Make. You. What?"
"Don't make me get you together."
"Please do." He slapped me and I slapped him back.
"Bitch."
"And?"
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I laid down in the bed with a sheet over me as I tried to catch my breath. "That was good."
"Yeah." I said. He tried to touch me. I hit his hand.
"Move your hand."
"I just touched all over you but you won't let me touch you now."
"I wasn't thinking about you." I got out of bed.
"Foreal?"
"Nope. I never think about you. You don't do shit." I put my shirt on.
"But yet you still sleep with me."
"Yeah. Maybe I've hit rock bottom. I don't know." I finished dressing and got my purse. "Bye."
"Fuck you."
"Yeah, whatever." I left the house and went to my car. Sitting there for a second, I laid my head back against my seat. What the hell is wrong with me?
"You're delusional to think that someone will love you without you changing."
I don't know why I was letting these things affect me. I was doing so good. Now I'm having this set back. I just don't understand.
I started the car and pulled off. I needed to get myself together. I just slept with Wissam. I can't do that. I can't have that.
Idris
"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK! TELL THEM MY DEMANDS, NOW!" I slammed my phone down and sat at my desk. I was having a hard time getting the director of my new movie to listen to my demands. It wasn't even a lot, but this is what happens when you let idiots into the entertainment industry. "ERLENE!" My office door opened.
"What you need?"
"Some lunch or something. I have a headache." She stood there. "Now."
"Oh. Uh uh." She came to the desk. "Fix that tone. I may work for you but learn some respect." I sighed.
