Besides, not being from Norfolk, I was too scared to venture out alone. I had woken up one morning and looked over at the cable box, which like the bed, also sat on the floor. The box read 7:18. I sat up and looked around. I quickly realized that Eric was not in the bed, nor had he ever been the night before. Then I remembered finally falling off to sleep waiting for him and, with no way to contact him or question him about his whereabouts, I wasn’t left with many options.
I got out of the bed and walked into the living room. Eric wasn’t out there either and I had already passed the bathroom door so I knew he wasn’t in there. It was finally clear to me that Eric had not come home. My heart sank as I flopped down on his beat-up sofa. The cracked leather pricked my bare legs and sent a sharp dose of reality through my psyche. Not only wasn’t Eric at home, but he had not left me anything to get me high, which meant I would be dealing with being withdrawal sick in a few hours. I put my head in my hands and began to sob. I was all alone with no money, no parents, and no drugs. This would definitely be a harsh dose of reality for me.
I waited three hours before Eric finally put his key in the door and came into the apartment. I jumped up with a fire burning inside me that I had never felt. I rushed over to him before he could even make it all the way in the apartment and I began slapping and punching him. It felt like I was possessed. I was feeling a crazy adrenaline rush, which had given me a false sense of courage.
“I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!” I screamed over and over again while letting off a barrage of hits.
Eric was shocked and caught off guard. He grabbed my wrists tightly and pushed me off him. His face was drawn into a scowl. I didn’t even care. I kept trying to get at him.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Megan! You done lost your fucking mind or what?” he barked as he pushed me with enough strength to send me to the floor.
My body felt like it was melting. I felt like I wanted to curl up and die.
“Why didn’t you come home, Eric? How could you leave me all alone with no money, no phone, no shit? After all I have done for you!” I wailed, kicking my feet and flailing my arms like a big baby. I was so used to throwing tantrums like this with my parents, I guess I thought it would work on Eric too.
“What? Don’t be fuckin’ questioning me. Look, I ain’t ya daddy! I ain’t responsible for your every fuckin’ need! Maybe you need to get the fuck up and get a job! If not you need to come up with a plan to get some fuckin’ money!” Eric screamed at me harshly.
My heart was breaking and it hammered painfully against my sternum. His words stung. After all I had done for him. All of the tons of money, the crazy high-priced gifts, the royal treatment he received during those expensive nights at hotels, and he had the nerve to turn around and tell me I needed to get a job. I was floored. I guess since I didn’t have the money to splurge on lavish things for him anymore, Eric had grown tired of me just that fast. But he was all I had right now.
“Eric, please. I love you,” I pleaded, quickly changing my tone and my mood. I wanted to make up with him. I hated fighting with him. Besides, I needed him right now.
“You don’t love me, Megan. You love what I represent, which is the very opposite of what you were. You wanted to be with me so you could have a little adventure on the hood side. You wanted some bad boy dick, so don’t think you can convince me that you love a niggah. You are a selfish little spoiled rich girl.... Oops, I mean, you were a rich girl. I guess your parents showed you ... huh?” Eric said cruelly. Then he walked into the bedroom and slammed the door.
He had left me on the couch looking stupid. I broke down again. I was distraught by his actions and his words. Maybe he was right. Maybe all I loved was his bad boy image. I started feeling overwhelmingly
I got out of the bed and walked into the living room. Eric wasn’t out there either and I had already passed the bathroom door so I knew he wasn’t in there. It was finally clear to me that Eric had not come home. My heart sank as I flopped down on his beat-up sofa. The cracked leather pricked my bare legs and sent a sharp dose of reality through my psyche. Not only wasn’t Eric at home, but he had not left me anything to get me high, which meant I would be dealing with being withdrawal sick in a few hours. I put my head in my hands and began to sob. I was all alone with no money, no parents, and no drugs. This would definitely be a harsh dose of reality for me.
I waited three hours before Eric finally put his key in the door and came into the apartment. I jumped up with a fire burning inside me that I had never felt. I rushed over to him before he could even make it all the way in the apartment and I began slapping and punching him. It felt like I was possessed. I was feeling a crazy adrenaline rush, which had given me a false sense of courage.
“I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!” I screamed over and over again while letting off a barrage of hits.
Eric was shocked and caught off guard. He grabbed my wrists tightly and pushed me off him. His face was drawn into a scowl. I didn’t even care. I kept trying to get at him.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Megan! You done lost your fucking mind or what?” he barked as he pushed me with enough strength to send me to the floor.
My body felt like it was melting. I felt like I wanted to curl up and die.
“Why didn’t you come home, Eric? How could you leave me all alone with no money, no phone, no shit? After all I have done for you!” I wailed, kicking my feet and flailing my arms like a big baby. I was so used to throwing tantrums like this with my parents, I guess I thought it would work on Eric too.
“What? Don’t be fuckin’ questioning me. Look, I ain’t ya daddy! I ain’t responsible for your every fuckin’ need! Maybe you need to get the fuck up and get a job! If not you need to come up with a plan to get some fuckin’ money!” Eric screamed at me harshly.
My heart was breaking and it hammered painfully against my sternum. His words stung. After all I had done for him. All of the tons of money, the crazy high-priced gifts, the royal treatment he received during those expensive nights at hotels, and he had the nerve to turn around and tell me I needed to get a job. I was floored. I guess since I didn’t have the money to splurge on lavish things for him anymore, Eric had grown tired of me just that fast. But he was all I had right now.
“Eric, please. I love you,” I pleaded, quickly changing my tone and my mood. I wanted to make up with him. I hated fighting with him. Besides, I needed him right now.
“You don’t love me, Megan. You love what I represent, which is the very opposite of what you were. You wanted to be with me so you could have a little adventure on the hood side. You wanted some bad boy dick, so don’t think you can convince me that you love a niggah. You are a selfish little spoiled rich girl.... Oops, I mean, you were a rich girl. I guess your parents showed you ... huh?” Eric said cruelly. Then he walked into the bedroom and slammed the door.
He had left me on the couch looking stupid. I broke down again. I was distraught by his actions and his words. Maybe he was right. Maybe all I loved was his bad boy image. I started feeling overwhelmingly
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