"Break up?" The words left Pamela's mouth with a shrill.
My heart pounded like crazy. At first I thought it was a deep regret but I soon realized that it was adrenaline rushing throughout my system. We were standing in the small white kitchen of our shared apartment where a small island separated it from the living room.
Her fiery, light-brown eyes questioned me as she placed a hand on her waist. She stood a full five feet and eight inches tall and I was just five feet five. Her gold colored smart phone vibrated on the counter top breaking the silence but she did not look away from me.
"JoJo what the fuck is your problem now?"
The way she bared her teeth made her look as if she was smiling but the hard lines in her face defined it as a snarl.
I just looked at her in silence as the phone kept vibrating, threatening to tremble over the edge. Studying her perfectly toned body and her gorgeous face I came to realize that maybe that was all she ever had to offer. I felt like a child with no excuse, awaiting the scolding that was soon to come, the scolding that could not be avoided.
"I can't do this anymore Pamela." My voice was low and calm as if I had now received an air of reassurance.
Pamela rolled her eyes at me and laughed then snatched her phone off of the counter. Within the second she picked it up she placed it back onto the counter and glared at me.
"What's the matter honey, you're not getting enough attention again?" Her tone was taunting.
"No Pamela, I don't want your fucking attention anymore. I want out!" My voice raised on its own accord.
She looked at me as if I could not possibly be saying these things to her. People would die to be with her and here I was breaking up with her ass.
"I'm packing my stuff tonight and I'm leaving first thing in the morning." I said.
Now, the redness was spreading across her face and her breathing had transformed into slow puffs.
"Jaxin please sit your black ass down before I dump you for real!" She always called my first name when her temper had hit the roof. She turned away and started checking her phone for messages as if the conversation was over.
Fed up, I left the kitchen and marched to the bedroom. I pulled out one of the large suitcases I had already started packing and began to continue the job. I was carefully packing my most valuable assets, my sapphire earrings that mother gave me for my twenty second birthday, my every -day wear, some winter clothes, and two pairs of shoes. I was about to leave a lot behind. Pamela had showered me with tons of expensive jewelry, dresses and a walk in closet lined with shoes. Valuables to replace her love, things to purchase mine.
Suddenly, after a few minutes Pamela barged into the room enraged as if she had been watching through the walls.
"You think you can make it one day without me? You have no money. You don't have shit!" She was screaming at me with her lips nearly brushing my ear.
I just pushed past her and kept packing. I had nothing more to say to her. Too many times we had argued like this and somehow she would convince me to stay. But I could not stay this time; there was a vision of her sleeping with her manager stuck on replay in my mind. Two weeks ago I got home early and caught them but she never knew. I knew it would not have made a difference even if she did know. She would have lied just like she lied about the other three affairs I had found out about.
She followed me around the room yelling at me. " Oh you found a new sweetie huh?"
"No one will ever treat you like I have!"
Her words made my feet stop moving.
"That's exactly what I need Pamela, someone who won't treat me like you have. I deserve better than this." I felt the hot tears rush down my face as I held back a scream full of emotional agony.
I could see her temples harden as she clenched her teeth tightly fighting back the urge to punch me. In an outburst of rage she picked up the packed suitcase off of the bed and dumped its contents in one big pile onto the floor.
"You ungrateful bitch! Get out! Get out!" She screamed as she cried. Soon jewelry was flying across the room.
I rushed to put my stuff back in the suitcase as she gradually went crazy.
"Get the hell out of my house and you better not be taking any of my shit!" She was now moving to the walk in closet and snatching my clothes off of the racks, ripping apart what she could, screaming as she did.
Finally, I zipped up the suitcase and began hauling it out of the room when I felt the heel of a shoe land right in the back of my head. The blow left me numb for a brief moment as I placed my hand on the spot I was hit. When I brought my hand back to view, like I had feared, it was covered in blood. I looked back at Pamela in disbelief and there was no resentment written on her face, just pure undisturbed rage. Scrunching up her lips she picked up another stiletto and threw it at me with much force but it missed, leaving a serious dent in the wall. This crazy bitch was trying to kill me!
I ran to the kitchen and grabbed my car keys hoping she did not reach the door before I could but she had not even followed me out of the room. And just before I stepped out of the door she screamed so loud I had the scariest thought that she just might kill herself.
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