So Long

The Party

"Mariah go open the door for our guests. Now!!" Tommy yells.

"Yes Tommy." I say going down the stairs.

Since Tommy and I got married he's been more and more aggressive. He has even beaten me. I don't understand why. He used to be so sweet, so kind and so gentle. I sigh.

Before I open the door I force myself to smile.

"Hello." I say.

"Hi Mariah." Jermaine says. He's with Da Brat.

My fake smile becomes a real one once I realize it's people I actually like.

"Come on in your the first to arrive." I say.

"Well Jermaine here just had to be first so." Da Brat says.

I laugh. "Of course."

"Mariah who is it?" Tommy asks coming down the stairs.

"It's Jermaine and Da Brat." I say once I see him.

He frowns slightly. "Oh."

"Well hello to you to Tommy." Jermaine says.

"I didn't mean to sound disappointed. I'm just waiting for a specific someone." Tommy says.

I lift my eyebrows." Who?" I ask.

"Someone who is going to help with the album." Tommy says.

I nod. Of course, it's all about business with him.
..............
Aftet an hour the house is filled with guest.

"So how is everything with Tommy?" Whitney asks me.

"It's great." I lie.

"That's great. Me and Bobby couldn't be better ourselves." She says.

"How is Bobby? Why didn't he come?" I ask.

"You know him always working." She says shaking her head.

"I know what you mean." More than you will ever know.

"Mariah!!" A drunk Tommy calls.

I close my eyes. God please help me.

I open them and Tommy is right in front of my face.

"Hey Tommy." Whitney says.

"Hey Whitney." Tommy says smiling. He always does this in front of people. He acts kind but behind closed doors he's the Devil himself.

"Mariah why don't you sing for out guest." He says.

"Tommy I'm not really in the mood." I say.

He turns towards me and gives me a look. I instantly regret saying anything.

"What's wrong baby come with me." I
He says grabbing my arm tightly, but to anyone else in a loving way.

He drags me up the stairs and into the room.

"What the fuck did you just say?!" He says tossing me in the floor.

"I'm sorry Tommy. I-I'll sing. I was just-"

"You will sing. After I beat your ass for bieng disrespectful. Trying to disrespect me in front of my guests."

"Tommy please, no." I say scrambling to my feet.

"Shut the fuck up!" He yells slapping me to the floor.

"Get back here bitch!!" He screams yanking me up by my hair. He punches me.

"The next time I say do something you better fucking do it." He says in my ear yanking my hair agian.

"Well Frank-" I hear a voice coming in.

"What the hell is going on?" I hear.

Tommy drops me.

"M-M-Michael what are you doing?" He asks trying to sound innocent.

"No Tommy, the question is what the hell  are you doing?" He asks stepping inside and closing the door.

"Michael please. Just go." I say. I can feel the bruises start to form.

"No." He says.

"You heard her." Tommy says. "This is all just a misunderstanding."

"Shut up!!" Michael yells.

He comes to me and gently lifts me up. "Let's go." He says.

Tommy snatches my arm. "Where do you think you're going with my wife?"

I snatch my arm from him. "I want a divorce Tommy."

He just laughs, "I made you baby girl. You can't leave me. Your mine!"

"Not anymore." Michael says as he leads me out the door.

"Where is the back?" He asks.

I point down the hall.

He holds me tighter as we walk in the opposite direction of the partying guest.

"Thank you Michael." I whisper laying my head on his shoulder letting the tears run down my face."

"Your alright now." He says running his hand down my arm interlocking our fingers.

Thank God.

.............

So? How was it?