This is definitely your cliché luv (love) story between two young adults, yes.. But will it exactly be a story where you can guess what will happen next? No. So, get a snack, settle in because I'm about to tell you the story of Tommie and Axel. Mo...
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Monday 8AM // Jefferson Street
I walked up to the familiar red curtain and took a deep breath. It was that time to go back out there and do what I dreaded the most. How could I be so stubborn and get myself into this? I thought about how I should have listened that night when my mom and I got into it. She was only trying to help and love me, but I couldn't see that until now.
I could hear the cheering on the other side as the announcer repeated my name. "Go bitch what the fuck you waiting on?" I turned to a girl with a blurred face. Only her hair and dance attire could be seen. I squinted my eyes before feeling my body being pushed out onto the stage. I turned to look into the crowd of blurred faces. The lights were so bright causing me to shield my eyes from them. The people continued to clap for me.
"Dance for me baby!"
"Yea, shake what ya mama gave ya!"
The men lustfully hollered at me. I cringed in disgust but for some reason my body began to move, as if I was a puppet. I tried to stop my body but it just kept moving. My hips were swaying and my arms were in sync. It was frightening. I looked at my arms seeing strings. My eyes widened as I felt controlled more. I looked up to see where the strings were coming from just to see my puppet master himself. I began to scream loud as the people cheered for me and his demonic laugh echoed through my ears.
"Stop! I don't wanna do this anymore. Stop, Stop, Stop." I repeated.
"STOP!" I screamed as I felt a pair of arms shaking me from my nightmare. I sat up in bed only to see MiMi staring at me confused. "Stop? Girl it's time to wake up. We gotta open up shop at 10." She said getting up from my bed.
It was only a nightmare T. But why did it seem so real? I felt as if I was back in Vegas dancing again. I sighed deeply, throwing the covers over my body and jumping out of bed.
I was fully dressed and ready to go, meeting MiMi in the kitchen who had made breakfast. Laid out were French Toast Sticks, Cheese Eggs and Fruit. "Damn, what's the occasion?" I asked sitting at the island taking up a pre-made glass of Mimosa. "We need to start making breakfast. Ain't nobody finna spend money on Mcdonalds crappy ass breakfast no more." she said in a serious tone causing me to laugh.
"You right." I simply said picking up a fork and eating. I could feel MiMi's eyes boring holes into my face. I lifted my head to look at her, chewing my food slowly. "What?" i questioned. "You had a nightmare about him didn't you?" she asked getting straight to it. I sighed nodding my head.
"Maybe you need some counseling T. I mean going through something like that can be very traumatic." She shook her head taking up some of her eggs on her fork. "I don't think I need counseling Mi. I'm fine, I mean i'm happy." I laughed a bit. "And how long do you wanna continue to tell yourself that lie?" she kept her serious tone. I fell silent thinking of what she said. I just didn't want to face that demon yet.
