The 80s

Emptiness

I don't know when love became elusive

But all I know is no one I know has it

My fathers arms around my mother neck

Fruit too ripe to eat

I think of lovers as trees

Growing to and from one another

Searching for the same light

Why can't you see me?

I closed my notebook and tucked my pen into the spine. I looked over at Michael, his features at rest. He actually looked really cute while he was sleeping, he wasn't pissing me off then. He finally came home last night. It took him 3 days to cool off I guess. He didn't kiss me on the cheek though. He just rolled into the bed, and turned away from me. It brought back a flashback of my how my dad used to treat my mom. Nothing she ever did was good enough, he yelled and cussed her out everyday and she took it. She stupidly stayed with him, no matter how much she complained. I kept telling her to leave but she never did. I flinched when the thought of my father pulling my little brother out his chair and pushing him into the wall. There's a hole in that wall til' this day.

That's why me and my mom have a few problems these days. I love her to death but she can't leave my father and I told her I don't want him in my life, so we only meet up when she isn't around my dad. Which isn't often. She's not happy I don't see why she puts herself through it. I glanced back over to Michael, I vividly remember a wave of a woman's perfume hit me when he got into bed last night. I should've woke him up and asked him about it but I didn't, it's better that I don't know anything. I borderline numb to it at this point.

Then Prince popped into my mind again, Susannah right next to him. Being able to hold him every night. It's not fair. I don't see what he see's in her. But again, there are a lot of things about Prince I don't understand.

I dragged myself into the bathroom and started brushing my teeth. I had to get ready for Grammy rehearsal. I decided to save myself some time and warm my voice in the shower. I did that most of the time anyway. It was a ton easier. I got dressed in something simple. Black crop top, dark denim high waisted jeans, and once again I couldn't find my Louboutins. I wear those things all the time, how the hell I keep losing them I will never know.

"I need to put a bell on those things." I mumbled. I bent down under the bed on Michael's side. Then I felt a tap on my ass. I looked up and it was Michael holding up my heels in my face.

"Thanks babe." I took them from him and grabbed the bed railing as I slid them on. "I'm off to rehearsals bye." I grabbed my bag off the bed

"Love you, have a good day." he yawned. I hesitated for a second when he said that, but I kept moving. As I was walking down the stairs, I noticed Victor standing in the corridor. He was dancing a little with his walkman in his hands. I called his name but he didn't hear me. So I walked up behind him and tapped him on his shoulder. He froze and turned around slowly.

"Mornin'" I mouthed and waved to him. He fumbled taking his headset off much to my amusement. When he finally pulled himself together he bowed a little and took my bag off me.

He cleared his throat "Good morning miss."

"Don't bow at me. I'm not Princess Diana." I laughed. "What's got you in a dancing mood?"

He opened and closed his mouth a few times before he looked down in embarrassment "Sorry."

"It's fine." I chuckled. "We all gotta dance a little." I shot him a confused look. "Why are you standing by the door you could've sat down."