I yawn and stretch in my Texas King sized bed. Looking next to me, I see my man's - Jerome - side is all made up. I sigh, my face falling. He didn't come home last night from "work."
I know y'all are wondering, "Why is work in quotations?"
Well, I know Jerome isn't really at work. He's at his other girl's house - Tyana. Truth is, I don't even know where and when he works. I just know he's raking in enough dough to keep me and his high maitenance girl together.
Lately, Tyana's been getting more demanding: making Jerome spend more time and money on her. Or maybe - I contemplate in the shower - Jerome is moving off of me.
The warm water runs over my practically virgin body. Jerome is my first and only, and recently, he hasn't been touching me - forget about sex, I'm talking hugging, hand holding, cuddling. Hell, he barely kisses me anymore.
I turn off the water and step out of the shower, walking to my sink. I wet my face with cold water and look at myself in the mirror. A memory passes in my mind. It was a time when Jerome used to kiss me tenderly from my neck up to my lips, while holding my waist.
Back then I was dolled up, high maintenance...
Maybe that's it. I'm not as high maintenance as before. Now my hair (or weave depending on the day) is always in a loose bun or ponytail, my nails are always french tipped, and I don't really dress up or do my makeup anymore.
I brush my teeth and get dressed in a cute bodycon jumpsuit, some furry slides, and a gold chain. I pop on some gloss, do my eyebrows, and brush down my weave into a low ponytail. Maybe this is what I need to do to get him back.
I know y'all like, "Girl, leave this fool! Why you stuck on him?" And I get it, but I'm in love. It's killing me inside but I can't function without this man. There's something about him that makes me deal with all this shit he's putting me through.
I don't think he knows I know but he knows I know something. Inside the laundromat, I attract a lot of attention. Men catcall and eye my jatty and my nipples that poke through my jumpsuit.
I have to admit it, it feels nice. When I'm done, I get back in the car and drive around. I pause at a pizza spot and get me a slice, then I pull up to a street ball game.
One of the players pushed up on me afterwards, then one of his homies told him I was taken. The player - Shaws - still pushed up, but it wasn't as serious.
"So, who's yo man?"
I pause, my smile falling. Shawn furrows his brows, "Like that?"
"Yeah," I say in a tone usually reserved for Jerome. Shawn drapes an arm over my shoulders, "What a waste. You too bad to be wit' whoever ain't treatin' you right."
"I know, I just... It's hard, " I admit. The cutie nods, "Well, I'm here Sierra."
"Thanks," I sigh. Shawn removes his arm and taps my butt a little forcefully. I widen my eyes and gawk at the caramel cutie before me. He says in all seriousness, "What? It was there."
Just a Short Story Inspired by the song Love by Keyshia Cole
Summary: Sierra knows her man's been cheating on her and lately she's been falling deeper into depression. But why can't she let him go? He was her first and she wants him to be her only. So there has to be a way she can fix this situation, fix him, fix herself.
This art IS NOT mine (I found it on Pinterest) here are the links to all art and photos that I use:
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