Why do we do hurtful things to the people we love?
Just a little food for thought, before I begin. ✯
"Hey Lady!" I exclaimed, rubbing Prince's black labrador on the head. I swear the dog loved the sight of me. As soon as I was in the door she was jumping up.
It was almost 9:30 when I got to the condo. I went to the back just to check if he'd gotten back early, no chance at that though. I laughed at my naive hopefulness.
After deciding to turn on the air on, I went back into the kitchen and laid out some dog food for Lady. I watched her eat while I sat on the counter snacking myself. I knew he hated when I ate the last pieces of candy but I couldn't resist. Prince had little bowls of candy sitting everywhere even on the end table beside the bed.
I went to the bedroom and changed into my old blue robe from high school. It wasn't the most luxurious but it got the job done. I sighed in relief as I finally felt the air kicking in.
I pushed the thought out of my mind as soon as it came up.
Where is he? Push. It was hard to push the thought away.
In my heart of hearts I knew that it was only a few minutes after he was suppose to be there. But I was so selfish with him it hurt. Our time was our time. I hated the thought of anybody else getting my time. As limited as it was now days. His band got enough of his time. The fans got enough. The music did to.
It was all becoming frustrating by the time the clock reached 10:00. He was only thirty minutes past time. That thirty minutes was really getting to me though.
I kept myself occupied by tidying up the almost spotless house. I was getting more upset than usual. Every time a corrupt thought entered my mind, I consciously pushed it away.
By the time 11:00 came, I was seriously considering calling the Forum. But I knew he wouldn't be there. If only he'd bought a mobile phone, I would've just called that. I knew there was a method to his madness. Probably, didn't want a dozen hoes calling him at once.
Except I wasn't just somehoe.
Every time I'd hear a car pass I'd go to the window to see who it was. With every minute that passed, my pride took another blow.
Motherfucker
By 12:00 I was half out of my mind. That was it. I got my keys and ran out the door, down the steps and low and behold. There he stood, surrounding by a bunch of male hoes. I hadn't even heard them pull up.
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I had the key pointed straighted in my hand. I'd already opened the garage. I heard Prince and the guys he was with laughing about something. The only one I thought I recognized was Morris. My only thoughts were on the Thunderbird.
"Baby!" He called to me, laughing even harder, maybe at me. "Come here!"
I shook my head profusely as my vision started to become hazy with anger. Red was the only color I saw.
"Where were you?" I yelled so loud my own ears stung.
"Woah..." I heard a fat guy say right before my key first came into contact with the car. I scratched until my arms got tired. I ran around the entire perimeter of the car in a big oval several times. Everyone stood in shock as I let go of all the rage I was feeling. Months of frustration came out.
The key made a sharp consistent screeching sound. Before I knew it arms were around my waist and a guy was reaching for my keys. I pulled with all my strength as the tears began to flow.
"No!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. I was being wrestled by grown ass men to the ground. "Let me go!" I screamed. As I rolled on top of whoever was under me, we'd rolled over on the grass. A familiar cologne filled my nostrils and I looked down to see Prince's wrist. He was underneath me, while about five guys were talking about how crazy I was.
"Why?!" He kept asking.
"I told you that bitch was crazy!" Morris yelled.
Then, everything went black.
The answer to the question is... maybe we don't know we love them...yet.
