Sin and Soul

Love Me

Patricia lay on the couch staring despondently at the ceiling fan. Jason was in the shower in the guest bathroom above. He used to be so in love with her, and showed it. But nowadays he rarely even looked at her. He didn't even touch her. It was driving her crazy.

She walked into the guest room and knocked on the bathroom door. The water abruptly cut off. "Yea?" Jason yelled. She attempted to open the door to find it locked. The itch of irritation climbing. "Did you want to catch a movie or anything", she called through the door.

"Nah I'm about to head out." He called back.

She sat on the bed staring at the door.
He didnt even want to spend time with her. Where could he be going?

The door opened and he was extrodinary. The all black tailor made casual suit hugged his body. Every inch of him was hard, unyielding and still drool worthy. His hair freshly faded and complimenting his strong face.

"Where are you headed?" She asked trying to contain her jealousy.

"Out with a few coworkers." He said shortly. He swept past her picking up his keys and wallet. She watched him walk out of the room. As he reached the bottom of the stairs she ran out.

"Do you not love me anymore?" She whispered.

Jason stopped at the front door and looked up at her. "Not at all." He said as he yanked open the door and walked out.

Patricia's body sank to the ground. A violent shake took over her.
Who does he think he is? She made him. She molded him. And he thinks...he thinks he can just love someone else? Just give it all away?! He can't blame her. He can't. He can't be mad that she loved Bryan too. More than him. But she still loved him too. He was hers. HERS! Just like Bryan. But bitches always get in the way. Whores just take her love away. She crawled to the masters bedroom.
She picked up her phone. The dial tone an far away sound.

"Def Jam records, Atlanta branch, this is Gena speaking how may I help you?"

"Hi my name is Vivica Lucci, A&R with MMG calling for my 2 o'clock phone meeting with Bryan Walker."

"Mr.Walker doesn't have that on his schedule."

"Well Ms., unless you're interested in being responsible for Def Jam losing out on a five hundred million dollar co-op contract so be it!"

Suddenly Vivica could be heard fumbling with the phone.
"I'm so sorry! I'll transfer you right now."

After three rings he answered.

"Bryan Walker, who's speaking?"

"Hey baby I need to talk to you." Patricia spoke into the receiver.

"What the fuck Patricia how did you get this number?! Man don't even answer that! I'm hanging up!" He shouted while pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I'll kill them if you do! Nirvana and that stupid fucking baby! That should've been MY baby!" She shouted.

"What the FUCK is wrong with you?!" He screamed. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"

"Just talk to me. That's it. Meet me and talk to me."

"No bitch! I don't want no parts of you."