Lo.v.e (COMPLETED)

2. And We're Off!!!

487 Central and Compton Ave. September 9th 1987 12:00 A.M (Midnight)

Aiesha's Point Of View:

"What the fuck took you so long coming home you said dinner with the production team. Not one on one with Jackson himself?!!!" Jerome my long time boyfriend starts yelling as I walk in the house.

I drop my keys on the table and make my way to our bedroom with him following behind me.

"Jerome I had dinner with him at Hayvenhurst and since I don't have a car he offered to take me home. Not to mention I never said the production team I said my boss offered to take me to dinner to celebrate..." I say rolling my eyes.

Jerome gets so insecure about me like I am going out cheating on him. I swear sometimes he makes me think he's the one.

"Oh really why you? I don't care where he took you? I Dont Give A Fuck look you acting different and I bet you got that job by giving him some ass huh?" Jerome says making me whip my head around.

"What?!! No the fuck I didn't!!! I don't do that I show my actual talent and they seem to like it!" I say yelling upset by his accusations.

"Yeah talent alright a talented ass you gave to him right? Did you do what you do for me to him?!! Aiesha I didn't have to have you up in this house. I could of let your ass stay in bum ass Oakland with your bum ass parents. But no I let you move into my house and this is the thanks I get? I can put your ass out right now and you wouldn't have a career. Now start acting the fuck right!!!" Jerome yells and I start throwing things at him.

He always love threatening to throw me out of the house. He always turn back and apologize and say it's ours.

I can't keep going on with him acting like this every time I talk to a guy.

"Always want to throw me out you know what fuck you Jerome!!! I am leaving for tour tomorrow thank god. I am packing my bags because I am so done with your bullshit..." I yell slamming the bedroom door in his face I drop to my knees crying from frustration.

I would never cheat on Jerome and I do love him. But I don't know if I am any longer in love with him. Since living here he always want to hold shit over me and use it against me.

He was the first guy I opened up to since he was my childhood boyfriend. But he thinks he is a hot shot because he works for Arista Records.

He don't even have a producer job he works in the damn mail room. Not to mention he got to do that job when I introduce him to the executives at an industry party.

I was at that party because I got invited to. I had sung background vocals for Whitney Houston. He hasn't even had the job for that long. But it's a change of pace from him selling drugs.

I grab my suitcase and I start to pack for tour while Jerome left the house to go god knows where. After I halfway packed I got too tired so I took a shower and head to bed.

Praying that tomorrow would be better, I planned on calling my family tomorrow to talk to them one last time before I am off on tour. Seeing they are five hours away from me. Seeing them will not give me enough time to be ready.

I can finish packing see my friends and be at the airport in time to leave. Maybe this break away will make Jerome realized I don't deserve his bullshit.

487 Central and Compton Ave. September 10th 1987 10:00 A.M

I wake up to flowers on the night stand and the smell of diner food coming from the kitchen.