*I'm trying again. I'm determined to finish a story on here.*
<a href="http://www.blogcdn.com/blogs.blackvoices.com/media/2007/09/erica-hubbard-lincoln-heights-320a090707.jpg">Mariah</a> rushed into her apartment and started cooking. She had 15 minutes before Kyle was supposed to be home and she didn’t feel like fighting tonight. She took her marinated chicken out of the fridge and tossed it into a pan with some oil, tossed on two pots of water –one for mashed potatoes and other for green beans- and turned on the oven to roast some garlic. Kyle hated boxed mashed potatoes but when she was pressed for time, she didn’t have a choice. As long as she tossed some garlic or something in it, he never knew the difference. While the food was cooking, she ran around the apartment to make sure that everything was in its place. It was rare that their apartment was messy but she didn’t want to make any chances.
After flipping the chicken, tossing her green beans in the pot, salting her potato water and throwing the garlic in a foil bed in the oven, she ran to take a quick shower. Over time, she managed to get her showers down to 3 minutes; it was really beneficial when she had seconds to spare. She lotioned up, threw on her towel and checked her food before getting dressed. Two minutes later she was plating her chicken and green beans and putting the finishing touches on the mashed potatoes. She straightened up the kitchen and started setting the table. By the time Kyle’s key was in the door, the food was on the table and she was pouring him a drink.
“I told that n**ga he was gonna get caught! What she say?” he said into his phone.
He walked past Mariah and dropped his jacket in her hand. She hung it up while he sat down and started eating.
“Stupid. Yeah, I’m at the crib. Aight yo, I’ll hit you up later.” He hung up the phone and Mariah watched on from the side.
“Babe,” he said.
Her eyes lit up, wondering what he was gonna say.
“Come suck my d***.” He didn’t even look up from his plate.
Her face dropped. That was not what she wanted to hear.
“What? I had a long day at work, I need to relax. Come suck my d***.”
What about her day at work? He never seemed to be concerned about that. It was always about him and what he was going through. While she was in thought, she hadn’t noticed him walking over to her. He grabbed the back of her neck and squeezed.
“Did you not just hear me tell you to do something? Huh?”
“Yes,” she said as she winced in pain.
“Now do you wanna do this the easy way or the hard way tonight?”
She looked away from him and slowly dropped to her knees. She didn’t have a problem pleasing him, her issue was the way he spoke to her. She couldn’t remember the day that she was demoted to less than human.
When he finished, she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and he finished his meal.
“What the f**k is this?!” he yelled from the kitchen.
“S**t,” she said to herself. “What did I forg…the box of mashed potatoes.”
She sighed and walked to the kitchen, trying to prepare herself for what was to come.
“Boxed mashed potatoes Mariah? You just thought I wasn’t gonna know?”
“Baby, I’m sorry. What was I supposed to do? I didn’t have time to make fresh mashed potatoes-“
“You always have some kind of excuse! I work all day, is it wrong for me to expect a decent home-cooked meal on the table?!”
He was always overreacting to something.
“No. Baby please stop yelling. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t tell me what to do in my own f**king house! If you lying to me about this, what else are you lying to me about? You f**king somebody else too?”
“What? I should be asking you the same thing!”
She regretted it as soon as the words left her mouth. Before she knew it, he had punched her in the stomach.
“You really lost your mind today haven’t you? Raising your voice at me in my house…”
She knew he was yelling but she couldn’t hear what he was saying. She was too busy thinking about how she got to this point. How did the man she loved become this person?
“Oh my goodness, you think we should call the cops?”
“No, they always argue like that,” <a href="http://www.blogcdn.com/www.theboombox.com/media/2009/10/chrisbrown-bbx-200-eb-102109.jpg">Rider</a> said to his latest night time excursion. “Now, where were we?” he asked as he kissed her and put his key into the lock.
“I was telling you about how flexible the yoga classes I’ve been taking have made me.”
She grabbed her foot and lifted her leg straight up over her head. Rider smiled seductively and turned the key. He was gonna put her flexibility to the test.