impossible.”
“How am I making it impossible?”
“You’re always angry and pissed off about
something. Then when you called me on the phone earlier today to
check on Roman, you just hung up the phone without saying bye or
anything, like I’m not important enough for you to actually respect
me. You have to give respect in order to receive it. You can’t just
demand that someone respect you because of your status.”
“The only reason I hung up the phone like
that was because I was in a hurry. It was no reflection of my
feelings for you!”
“Oh, so both times you called me you were in
a hurry? You hung up on me twice.”
“Well, I must have been in a hurry…twice.
I’m not an angry person, but I like what I like, and in case you
forgot, this i s my house.”
“Well, in case you forgot, I’m not here for
you. I’m here for Roman, and I don’t deserve to be treated like one
of your women?”
What did I say that for? I struck a nerve
with that comment. Sean was literally blown away and had more
wrinkles in his forehead than an eighty-year-old chain smoker.
“Women? What women?”
He left his food sitting on the table and
came over to confront me.
“You know what I’m talking about. Don’t play
dumb.”
“Nah, I don’t know what you’re talking
about, so explain. What women?”
“You know, the women you parade around the
city with like you just won the Pimp of the Year Award or
something. And I don’t know why you’re up in my face like it’s not
true. Everybody around here knows your reputation.”
“Boy-o-boy. You just know it all, don’t
you?”
“Sean, move out of my way.”
He looked angry, and at that moment, I
realized I didn’t really know who Sean Beauvais was or what he was
capable of doing.
“What’s my reputation since you know me so
well?”
Sean’s temper was getting worse, and it was
almost intimidating. He could probably lift up my skinny behind
with one hand and spin me in the air like pizza dough.
“I’ve heard people say that you dog women
out and sleep around,” I replied nervously.
“And you believe that? How is it that you
think you can come into my house and judge me? You think you know
me, but in reality, you don’t know anything about me or my life or
what I’ve been through!”
Not caring to hear any more of his ranting,
I left him standing in the kitchen and made my way back
upstairs.
“Think about that the next time you open
your mouth,” he yelled as I was going up the stairs.
I said nothing in response. Instead, I just
kept my mouth closed. Besides, I was ready to go to bed. I wasn’t
about to waste any more valuable sleep time on that lunatic.
Chapter 8 - Making
Progress
Things were going fine for a few weeks into
July. Sean was going to work regularly on weekdays (hallelujah) and
worked from home on most weekends. I still had an issue with the
little time he spent with Roman, although I was hesitant to bring
it up for fear that I’d be yelled at again. I stayed clear of Sean
and Sean stayed away from me.
One day when Roman and I were returning home
from the lakefront, I noticed Sean was home early. He was sitting
on the balcony outside of his bedroom, looking lonely and in deep
thought. Or maybe he just wanted to sulk in misery and solitude. I
don’t know. Daryl did say that Sean didn’t date women because all
they wanted from him was his money.
I guess that’s all Shanelle wanted, a
walking ATM machine. She never really loved Sean. She loved the big
house, the fancy cars, and the one and a half princess cut,
certified diamond solitaire ring she rocked on that lockdown
finger. That is until she found another man with a bigger house,
fancier cars, and bigger diamonds. I heard that if it wasn’t for
his mother, Sean would’ve never married the gold digger.
As we got closer to the house, I could see
that Sean was bare-chested again, looking like he’d just gotten
into a fight with a bottle of baby oil.
“Look,
“How am I making it impossible?”
“You’re always angry and pissed off about
something. Then when you called me on the phone earlier today to
check on Roman, you just hung up the phone without saying bye or
anything, like I’m not important enough for you to actually respect
me. You have to give respect in order to receive it. You can’t just
demand that someone respect you because of your status.”
“The only reason I hung up the phone like
that was because I was in a hurry. It was no reflection of my
feelings for you!”
“Oh, so both times you called me you were in
a hurry? You hung up on me twice.”
“Well, I must have been in a hurry…twice.
I’m not an angry person, but I like what I like, and in case you
forgot, this i s my house.”
“Well, in case you forgot, I’m not here for
you. I’m here for Roman, and I don’t deserve to be treated like one
of your women?”
What did I say that for? I struck a nerve
with that comment. Sean was literally blown away and had more
wrinkles in his forehead than an eighty-year-old chain smoker.
“Women? What women?”
He left his food sitting on the table and
came over to confront me.
“You know what I’m talking about. Don’t play
dumb.”
“Nah, I don’t know what you’re talking
about, so explain. What women?”
“You know, the women you parade around the
city with like you just won the Pimp of the Year Award or
something. And I don’t know why you’re up in my face like it’s not
true. Everybody around here knows your reputation.”
“Boy-o-boy. You just know it all, don’t
you?”
“Sean, move out of my way.”
He looked angry, and at that moment, I
realized I didn’t really know who Sean Beauvais was or what he was
capable of doing.
“What’s my reputation since you know me so
well?”
Sean’s temper was getting worse, and it was
almost intimidating. He could probably lift up my skinny behind
with one hand and spin me in the air like pizza dough.
“I’ve heard people say that you dog women
out and sleep around,” I replied nervously.
“And you believe that? How is it that you
think you can come into my house and judge me? You think you know
me, but in reality, you don’t know anything about me or my life or
what I’ve been through!”
Not caring to hear any more of his ranting,
I left him standing in the kitchen and made my way back
upstairs.
“Think about that the next time you open
your mouth,” he yelled as I was going up the stairs.
I said nothing in response. Instead, I just
kept my mouth closed. Besides, I was ready to go to bed. I wasn’t
about to waste any more valuable sleep time on that lunatic.
Chapter 8 - Making
Progress
Things were going fine for a few weeks into
July. Sean was going to work regularly on weekdays (hallelujah) and
worked from home on most weekends. I still had an issue with the
little time he spent with Roman, although I was hesitant to bring
it up for fear that I’d be yelled at again. I stayed clear of Sean
and Sean stayed away from me.
One day when Roman and I were returning home
from the lakefront, I noticed Sean was home early. He was sitting
on the balcony outside of his bedroom, looking lonely and in deep
thought. Or maybe he just wanted to sulk in misery and solitude. I
don’t know. Daryl did say that Sean didn’t date women because all
they wanted from him was his money.
I guess that’s all Shanelle wanted, a
walking ATM machine. She never really loved Sean. She loved the big
house, the fancy cars, and the one and a half princess cut,
certified diamond solitaire ring she rocked on that lockdown
finger. That is until she found another man with a bigger house,
fancier cars, and bigger diamonds. I heard that if it wasn’t for
his mother, Sean would’ve never married the gold digger.
As we got closer to the house, I could see
that Sean was bare-chested again, looking like he’d just gotten
into a fight with a bottle of baby oil.
“Look,
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