Memoirs of A Queen

Phase 11, The Infamous "Pop Up"

Warning: Didn't proof read! Will do later.

Grey

When I left the land of my broken heart and the land of magic, I convinced myself that I was happy. But truly, I couldn't breathe. I felt overwhelmed with untrue expectations. Yes, I heightened my legacy but I felt suffocated and smothered by recollections of the healthy times we retained. When we were strong and you treasured me, Grey. I reminisce on the day that you thumped my purity repeatedly, persuading it to pop. That day, I was spooked when my deoxyribonucleic acid exuded out of my feminine private area. Especially, when your deoxyribonucleic acid fountained into my uterus, causing a ruckus. Though you knew what the product of our fondness would be, you were still uncareful. But yet, you blamed me for it all. See, sometimes I can't even daydream about us without it being interrupted by heart wrenching particles of the hurt you inflicted upon my youthful intellect, inner self, and core. Are you aware of what you said to me when we created what was meant to be light and love in our immaculate association? You said, "baybeh we way too young". My oh my, how idiotic you were. What was expected of me? To give up my baby?

August's tattooed hand reached over effortlessly and wiped away my tears as they attempted to wash away the ink on my paper. I chuckled, but yet I still cried as I sat up against my headboard.

"What's wrong wit'cha baybeh? Wat'cha writin' in that book of yours? Ain't know you was still into that, boo" August said to me, still wiping away my tears. I swallowed the spit in my mouth and tried to speak through my tears, but I failed miserably.

Once I broke down completely, he got out of bed and traveled to my side. "C'mon Grey" he said, picking me up off of the mattress. We were still as naked as the day we were born, but it didn't bother neither one of us. It was as if he was Adam and I was Eve. That is, before they deceived God.

Traveling into the bathroom, he cut on the lights and laid me in his lap as he started the tub water. My chest was still chucking even after he had placed me in. He filled it up to the tip top and dropped a bath bomb into the steaming water. Once he sat down in front of me water spilled out of the sides of the tub.

I sat up staring at him while he stared at me. The silence was comfortable.

Sticking his lanky hand out of the tub, he clasped an empty cup that sat beside of it in his fist. He dipped it into the water, filling it up. Once he pulled me forward by my neck he bent it back and poured water all down my hair. Good thing I didn't have in tracks, or else his ass would've paid for every wet inch of it.

I closed my eyes as the water soothed my aching head, but I still was letting my cries into the air.

"Grey ya' gots ta' stop this cryin' love" he said with a sigh. I popped my eyes open and lifted my head. "You think you ca' just love me down and everything will just be aight" I said teary eyed. I was easy to anger.

"Keep ya' head wea' I put it," he said, pushing my head back and continuing to pour the water.

"Ion get it. You keep tryna prosecute me when I did nothin' to ya'" he continued. This set me off. The water splashed violently as I hopped up and began to beat on his chest.

"You left me! You left me! You left me! You left me" I screamed as I cried hard. He grabbed me into a bear hug, breathing harshly. "And you left me," he said looking me in my eyes. His tone held an underlying hurt. "...with my son, might I add" he said, more hurt entering his voice.

I shook my head repeatedly. "That ain't ya' son, that's my son August, yeen neva' cared 'bout Sylvester, ever."

He pushed me out of his hold before getting up out of the tub. "You'on neva' give a nigga credit wea' it's due, sick and ti'ed uh this" he said while doing so. I hopped out also, to plead my case. The cold air made a million and one goosebumps decorate my skin. "Credit where it is due!? Credit fa' what!? He barely even knew your face, you wasn't thea'" I yelled after him, thereafter putting on a towel. He wrapped a towel around his waist before turning around and screaming back at me.