A Love Bizarre

Skank

There was only a few days left before the Grammy show. I was prepared. I practiced for the past few days. I wasn't even perfectly sure if Prince even still wanted me to be his percussionist for the show. I haven't seen him since the night he kicked me out of his house.

I finally built up the courage to call him up. I grab my phone off the hook and started dialling. The dial tone made me nervous.
"Hello", I deep voice picked up. It was Prince.
"Hey it's Sheila."
There was a long pause.
Beeeb beeeb beeeb
He hung up on me!
At this point I was fuming. I grabbed my keys, put on my shoes and headed out the door.
I got in my car and drove over to his studio.
Once I got there I knocked on the door aggressively.
"Open the damn door."
The door knob starts to move and finally opens.
There he was standing with a white muscle shirt and black pants.
"What is your problem?" He asked.
I started to frown at the question.
"What's my problem? I've been trying to reach you and you hung up on me 20 minutes ago", I explained as I raised my voice.
He sighed and walked inside his studio.
I followed behind him.
He walked into the room that has the comfy couch.
"You asked me to be your percussionist for the Grammy performance and now you got me hanging high and dry wondering if you replaced me or not."
He sat on the couch and looked up at me with a straight face.
"It's Micki."

My gut felt like it took a punch.
"Huh" I responded trying to act like I had no idea what he's means.
"Don't do that. Don't play dumb."
There was a brief pause.

"It's Micki", I confessed. "Is that what you wanted to hear?"
There was another brief moment of silence.
"I had to hear it from someone else. I thought we were close."
"We are but lately you've been so erratic. Who told you anyway."
"It doesn't matter. It's not like you two were being discreet about it. You were seen making out in my house."
"You know what. I'm tried to feeling like I've done something horribly wrong. Why are you making me feel like I'm cheating on you. I'm not yours."
He looked away in frustration.
"So I guess you'll be taking back your offer to have me be your percussionist at the Grammys?
"Why would I do that? Just cuz you're a shady skank doesn't mean you're not a good drummer."
My lips parted from each other. I couldn't believe he said that.
"I'm a skank?" I shouted.
"Well yeah. You let me feel you up while you were with him. I've seen your boobs while you were with him for goodness sake. That makes you a skank."
I couldn't believe how straight his face was.
"You are unbelievable. Here I thought I had to hide my relationship from you to protect your friendship with Micki."
"Micki? No. I feel bad for that guy. He has no idea he's dating a skank."
Every time I heard the word skank my blood boiled more and more. My hands stared to crunch into a fist. I wanted to beat this boy's ass like I beat my drums.

I aggressively walked up to him and he got up quick. We were both facing each other inches away.
"Call me a skank one more time."
He looked at me with and aggravating smirk.
"Skank."
Without hesitation I slapped him across the face as hard as I could.
His head tilted back from the force. Within a second he griped the hand that I smacked him with. I then tried to slap him again with my other had but he quickly griped it before I fully raised it. I struggled to get out of his grip. He then switched places with me and swung me on the couch he was sitting on. I fell frantically. As I tried to get up, he forcefully held me down pressing my wrists against my chest. My legs were still free so I knee kicked him. He grunted. To stop me from trying again he got on top of me while still holding me down.
His facial expression scared me. It didn't seem familiar.

"Let go of me", I shouted.
The veins from his forehead started to form. He looked like he was going to hurt me. Is he the kid? Is he going to hit me?
Suddenly while struggling to get out of his grip I heard a voice.
In walks Mark Brown.
"Dude, what are you doing?"
Prince and I both looked over at the same time to see Mark in the door way.
Prince immediately let go of his grip on my wrists and lifted himself off me.
When Mark walked in it became clear to me how messed up the situation just got. I felt hurt. Before I knew it a tear started to stream down my cheek. Prince and Mark just stared at me. I got up and started to leave.
Mark tried to stop me.
"Sheila wait, are you okay?"
"I'll be fine", I assured as I closed the door behind me while sobbing.
Before I completely left the studio I couldn't help but feel tempted to eavesdrop on what was being said. So I went back and pressed my ear against the door.