Crumbling Paradise

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Jahseh
I groaned shifting around as I stretched my stiff body. Nah this don't feel right. I opened my eyes bright light blinding me. Where the fuck i'm I cuz this sure as hell ain't my bed nor my room. Why do I feel so quisy? I looked around noticing I was in a car. My car.

The knocking sounds to the right of me caught my attention. It was so bright outside. I noticed someone on the outside. I squinted my eyes but my vision was blurry. The knocking became too loud. My head was pounding and I didn't even know why. The person tried unlocking the door but it seemed locked.  My brain told me to unlock the door and that's exactly what I did.

"Where the fuck were you!" I was snatched out of the car. Blinking furiously I tried to focus. Agh!My head was killing me." Jahseh i'm fucking talking to you!"I was now being shook rather roughly.

"Stoke-ley?"I croaked recognizing the voice. Slowly by slowly my vision begun to clear and it was him." Stok-"

"Shut the fuck up!"he yelled. Not helping my head ache. "Do you know how worried I was? Huh?"he shook me again.

"Stooopp. You're hurting me."I whined trying to get out of his grip.

"Really! This what we doing now?"he yelled again. Why is he yelling? He sounds really mad.
" You go out drinking while i'm worried about yoh ass?"he yelled again. I frowned.

"I- didn't go drinking."why am I talking so slowly?

"You think i'm stupid? Your speech is slurred and you reak of alcohol!"he got up all in my face.

"No-i didn't drink nothing Stoke I swear. I jus-"

"Shut up and get in the damn car."he yelled again.

"Stop fucking yelling at me!"I yelled-well tried to anyway. It was silent but he was glaring at me. Really hard. I could feel my body returning to normal slowly. So did my memory." I didn't go drinking. I went to get groceries like I told you then Gazzy called me because he fucked up his hair. I went to his house, told him to call his hair dresser then I got into my car coming home. Then the car stopped right here and it was smoking and I wanted to call you but I couldn't because I didn't have my phone with me and it was with Trevor who issa guy I met at the elevator. I helped him when he had a claustrophobic reaction and he followed me in a cab but when he gave me back my phone it wasn't working so I couldn't call you then it started raining and we both got in the car and-"i stopped my ranting almost breathless realising I couldn't remember anything else from there.

"I have no idea what he just said."I noticed for the first time that Jared was here. I leaned back against the car. What the fuck was going on?

"I called you about a hundred times and each of them went to voicemail!"

"I just told you my phone wasn't working!"

" Stoke is that your phone?"Jared asked bringing to my attention the ringing device. Is that-? Nah it can't be.

"I thought you said your phone wasn't working?" Stokeley crossed his arms looking at me.

"It wasn't. I swear."I said defensively but even I was confused when Stokeley pulled it out of my car flashing it in my face.

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I stood under the shower letting the hot water cascade down my body my tears mixing with it. I been trying to remember what the fuck happened after it started raining but I can't.

To top it all off Stokeley is furiously mad at me. Everything seems to be pointing out that I was lying to him which I wasn't. My phone wasn't working last night I'm sure of it but this morning it just magically operates just fine. Three hundred and something missed calls from Stokeley. What's even worse my car has no problem. It's working fine too! Don't even get me started on the hickeys all over my body. At least there are no signs of sex. I would know if it happened so I'm ruling out the possibility of rape. But still I don't know what the hell is going on. I'm so confused and my thoughts are just about everywhere.

The water was now cold and my fingers were wrinkled. I got out grabbing a towel and drying my body. I'm just glad it's Saturday and I don't work. I already got a migraine as it is. Looking at my reflection in the mirror I almost screamed. My eyes were swollen and red. The hickeys were pretty visible and all over my body. I cringed at the sight. I was still feeling intoxicated but for the most part the headache was killing me.

A knock at the door brought me back to reality. I quickly threw on some shorts and a hoodie then I walked out the bathroom into the room and opened the door.

"Hey Jah, Jared told me to check on you." Michael said that pretty smile of his on his face but it faltered when he saw me.

"Mikey!"

"Oh boo what happened?"he walked in pulling me into his arms. I just broke down again.
" Come on."we walked over to the bed and he just held me as I cried.

"I-i don't know what's going on!"I choked out retelling the story again." Stokeley won't even look at me right now."I pulled at my dreads after I was done." This is clearly a fucking set up! I don't know by who and why but I know I didn't go out drinking and I know everything I said happened happened."I wiped at my face harshly.

"It's okay. Relax." Michael rubbed my back but his words weren't helping. I grabbed my phone calling Stokeley for the hundredth time since he stormed out the house after seeing the hickeys all over me but I still got voicemail.

Ugh! I hate that annoying automated operator's voice!

"Gimme your phone Mikey."I said desperately after throwing mine somewhere around the room. He hesitantly gave it to me. I dialed Stokeley's number." Pick...pick up....pick up the damn pho- oh Stokeley! Baby please come home....let's-let's talk about this....I think someone tryna set me up. I wouldn-hellow? Stokeley? Hello? Fuuck!"he hang up! He fucking hang up on me.

"Imma just take that. Thank you." Michael took his phone from my hand before I acted on my thought of smashing it against the wall.

"He won't even listen to me."I sobbed collapsing on the bed.

"Hey hey calm down. I'm sure there's a logical explanation for all this." I hanged on to Michael's words desperately.

"I just want my husband home."I cried. Stokeley and I promised to never ever go to sleep angry at each other at least I can hold on to that. But when I look back to the angry look on his face and how he was doubting me my heart just breaks.

"Here drink this. Stoke will come back. That man loves you to death."he sat me up giving me a glass of water and some Advil.

"I'm sorry I brought you into this Mikey. Thanks for being-"I got cut off by my phone vibrating indicating a message. "Stokeley!" I grabbed it quickly from of the floor unlocking it but it wasn't Stokeley.

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