You don’t do shit around here! You just say that you will get to it, you will get to it … But, guess what, that day never comes.
I don’t get it. I don’t get it. I don’t get you, at all. This is bullshit, man. Fucking bullshit!
Her face was turning bright red, the madder that she got. She was stomping and ranting and raving with every bit of energy that she had inside of her.
Things had changed so suddenly once they had gotten back home. The more that it didn’t seem to faze Cameron, the more that it infuriated her to no end.
He tapped his forefinger on his bottom lip as he tried to bite down somewhat. He wasn’t sure what to make of her abrupt outburst. He knew her to be an even keel girl that became annoyed by his occasional immaturity.
But even then she never had made a big deal about it anyway. She never seemed to let much of anything bother her. She made no bones about it as she threw all of the dirty laundry into the laundry basket so carelessly.
As she walked passed with it all in tow she raised her hand as if to say, don’t even try it. She left home and went down a few blocks to a little mom and pop shop called, Rub a Dub. It was a local favorite. You could wash and dry clothes while you went next door and ate, drank, played pool and were thoroughly entertained.
It made doing laundry seem fun, even though it wasn’t. She put her quarters in the old juke box and let the music play on. There was something about how those vintage plastic records playing all crackly that made her feel the soulfulness.
She played a little Ray Lamontagne. Even though she had heard the song, Jolene, before she wanted to hear it again. It was all part of being a writer and connecting to the target audience it helped with her work in marketing and advertising.
They were not really all that different. She was trying to touch a nerve or nurture a recollection of a feeling or a smell form childhood that offered a sense of nostalgia and so was he.
She closed her eyes as he started to sing. There was something wildly sexy about the texture in his voice that came out when he was singing. He didn’t really sound like anyone else that she had ever listened too before. Her ears were snobbish, just like her English literature background.
If she had any pet peeves, at all, it was the improper use of the American Psychological Association style of writing rules. Maybe it was a little bit too structured or staunch. But to her it all made perfect sense and it provided a rule by which to measure all others from.
That mattered greatly to her. And the music played and she sang right along,
Cocaine flame in my bloodstream
Sold my coat when I hit Spokane
Bought myself a hard pack of cigarettes in the early morning rain
Lately my hands they don't feel like mine
My eyes been stung with dust, I'm blind
Held you in my arms one time
Lost you just the same
Jolene
I ain't about to go straight
When she thought about his life and work it inspired her. Anyone that had the steel balls to express themselves so freely was a superhero to her. She felt like she needed that so badly. Then the next verse played,
It's too late
I found myself face down in the ditch
Booze on my hair
Blood on my lips
A picture of you, holding a picture of me
In the pocket of my blue jeans
Still don't know what love means
She couldn’t be sure, but it did seem like Jolene had long since been his muse for creativity and inspiration. He was a truly gifted man with insight beyond his years and she appreciated that about him. Not many men thought that sincerely with their emotions. It just didn’t happen like that.
She could barely keep up with her excitement when the next verse started to play. It took over her mind as she ran her fingers through her hair, completely absorbed by his presence in the moment that felt timeless. That expression of how love …. Angst …. Fear …. And wonder looked on a person in love.
It wasn’t always pretty, but the feeling was universal and she knew that all too well. There were times in her life when she had been lucky in love yet there were times where love reared its ugly head and bitch slapped her right across her pretty face.
She had equal amounts of fear and respect for that little thing called love. She had been on both sides of that fence. Some part of her even wondered if the feeling of heartfelt love was worth the potential heartbeat that could happen.
Only an optimist would forwardly say so. Anyone else would be wary of the like. Any person that had been burned by someone, tended to raise their guard up nice and high because fear had crept in and had caused hesitation for them. And then the music played on,
Been so long since I seen your face
Or felt a part of this human race
I've been living out of this here suitcase for way too long
A man needs something he can hold onto
A nine pound hammer or a woman like you
Either one of them things will do
Jolene
I ain't about to go straight
It's too late
I found myself face down in the ditch
Booze in my hair
Blood on my lips
A picture of you, holding a picture of me
In the pocket of my blue jeans
Still don't know what love means
Just then she wondered if all females were as wily as she was. She was not sure about all that much in her life, but the one thing that she was sure about was the fact that she could make her presence known when she wanted to.
She was a smart, beautiful, svelte black woman that had everything in the world going for her. It was just then and there that she promised herself that she would never ever settle for anything less than what she felt like she deserved. Things didn’t go very well when she went home, which made her question if Cameron was to be her lifelong partner.
Somewhere in the darkest depths of her heart she knew the contrast between his skin color and hers would always pose a problem for them. They weren’t living in a world that had conquered their differences.
They had made progress but at the end of the day there were many fights to battle and she just didn’t know if she had it in her. Easy, was sounding way easier, than difficult at that point. She felt torn with what to do.
The question wasn’t whether she felt love for him or not, it was whether she wanted to be with him Dayshia Fayth just was not sure about anything.
As she sighed hard, she looked up and saw Cameron coming her way. He nestled his hands around her cheeks and kissed her. Then he said,
“Baby, I know that you’re scared. I am too. You don’t have to hide that from me. Share your struggle with me, don’t just walk away from it. Our lives together will be hard, we know that. But probably not any more or less than anyone else’s. Marriage is hard. But I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”
One single tear rolled down her dark cheek. Those were the perfect words that she needed to hear. As long as he was committed to her, she would be as well.
There was obviously more than one way to look at it and she could clearly see the bigger picture. The question was whether she voluntarily would enlist in the fight. Only time would tell their future.
The End
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