70's Porno Music

Roper

April 30, 1973

I haven't seen Beverly in 12 days.

288 hours. 17, 280 minutes.

1,036, 800 seconds.

I left the night of the of the 17th and didn't make it home until midnight. That marked the 18th and then my official first day without seeing those pretty eyes.

My home was spotless. Like no one ever stepped foot in here other than me. My brain still painted that caricature of Beverly. Over exaggerated size of lips. A nose that looked nothing like hers. Her naked body, shackles around her wrist and ankles.

When I returned from the roof that day, she asked me if I was okay.

"That's f*cking ironic considering that's all I ever ask you."

All that thinking that she needed me exploded from inside me as soon as she asked me if I was okay.

She said she didn't know what I meant. She asked me why I looked so angry. Her fingers wrapped up in my collar and her lips trembled.

"Sweetheart, don't cry. Stop it."

I told her to stop crying. And she did anyway. I had to get away from her.. I had to.

She asked me if I was okay again. She wiped her nose with her robe. Asked me again.

"Beverly. Stop acting like you care. Just stop. You coming home smelling like cologne isn't just stuffing my nostrils, it's clouding my judgement."

She asked me why I called her Beverly. I never call her that anymore.

I asked her if she heard anything else I just said. She just started crying again.

I needed to get out.

I grabbed my bag. She grabbed the back of my shirt.

I was way too involved with this woman only to have met her on New Year's.

I zipped up my bag and grabbed my coat. She stood in front of the door.

"Don't leave me alone. I get so sad. I'm so sad, Roper. Please Roper. You can't. You being here is so important to me."

She said I wouldn't understand but that I should believe her. That I should stay with her.

"It's spring time, Roper. We should be kissing not fighting."

I told her I couldn't do this right now. She wouldn't move out the way. She asked me why I was doing this to her. She asked me if I was okay again.

She told me I couldn't leave. She said I still had clothes here. She said I couldn't leave those items behind.

I said I was sorry and I'd call her tomorrow. I kissed her lips. She tried to grab my bag. I kissed her again and I that allowed me to move her out the door way.

"I'll tell you why I hate March 17th. Oh, Roper. I'll tell you."

"Baby, that's not why I'm leaving. You hear me? I can deal with only so much of not knowing. I can deal with not knowing why you cry so much on March 17th. You're not telling me things I need to hear. "

I didn't know if I really wanted to hear she was seeing other men.

I think I wanted to hear those three words. The sad thing is if I heard it I would let her do anything as she pleased.

That's why I needed to go. It was too much at the time. It's too much thinking about it. I can't let myself fall in that wonderful trap called love. Even being in a relationship that hasn't been defined, is hard enough as it is.

I said goodbye. She yelled, so loudly. Told me that she didn't like that word. Asked my why I said it.

That next day I picked up the phone. I hung it right back. I didn't that again every one of the those three days.

After four days, my phone rang. I locked myself in the bathroom to muffle the sound. After five days, it rang twice a day. After seven days, it rang three times a day, one after the other. I knew it was Beverly.

After ten, I unplugged the landline.

Mamma showed up on the eleventh. She said she rang me only yesterday. She said Richard was looking for me, that I missed a meeting this morning  with a girl that was just signed. 

I called him. He said we can reschedule.

Mamma also wants me to meet her new boyfriend. I definitely don't want to.

She handed me a package and said it was at my front door. Said I might need a bomb squad.

I've opened it. It's sitting on my kitchen table. It's a new Baby the bunny. And it looks just like the old one.

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