"So what, you just gone sit there licking your wounds?" Stella had her back turned to me and could hear that I was crying now. She stood there at the sink, washing the sink full of dishes in scalding hot water as she always did. I could never understand how she was able to stick her hands in water hot enough to make a grown man scream. I wiped my wet face dry several times before I got up the nerve to answer her.
"Unh, unh," I said as the tears still streamed down my face. I couldn't stop crying for nothing. The pain was far too deep to stop just yet. My heart hurt. I didn't deserve to be treated that way. Johnny had walked out on me with that girl in his car. I knew she was in the car when he had walked in the door. The expression on his face said, "I don't want you anymore. I got somebody." And he did. When he went in the bathroom to gather his belongings, I peeped out the kitchen window. She was just sitting there in his car looking all proud and mighty. She wore a terrible hooker shade of red lipstick and whomever had done her makeup must have worked in a circus. She had on a black skin-tight top and got to looking around. She looked me dead in the face and smiled. That right there was the straw that broke the camel's back. I took my shoes off, picked up the rubberband off the kitchen table to tie my hair up and marched right outside. You should have saw her face as I walked towards her. She was so uneasy and looking at me like she wasn't sure if she should lock the door or not. She should have locked that door. I pulled her out of that seat by her hair and lost my mind. I really just snapped. I can't really remember what happened during the fight. All I remember is that I just went to kicking and punching that girl like it was nobody's business. She probably hit me a few times but Johnny ran out there and pulled me off her. "Girl, what's gotten into you?" He yelled at me. I snatched my bruised arm out of his grip and stomped back into the house. I locked the door behind me and ran to the bedroom and locked that door too. I ramsacked the room. I kicked the TV off the nightstand and knocked the lamp off the dresser. I pulled all Johnny's clothes out his drawers and out of the closet and emptied them out the bedroom window. I took his shoes and threw them out there as well. Then I went to the corner of the room where I always go to cry. And I cried.
"Unh, unh," I said as the tears still streamed down my face. I couldn't stop crying for nothing. The pain was far too deep to stop just yet. My heart hurt. I didn't deserve to be treated that way. Johnny had walked out on me with that girl in his car. I knew she was in the car when he had walked in the door. The expression on his face said, "I don't want you anymore. I got somebody." And he did. When he went in the bathroom to gather his belongings, I peeped out the kitchen window. She was just sitting there in his car looking all proud and mighty. She wore a terrible hooker shade of red lipstick and whomever had done her makeup must have worked in a circus. She had on a black skin-tight top and got to looking around. She looked me dead in the face and smiled. That right there was the straw that broke the camel's back. I took my shoes off, picked up the rubberband off the kitchen table to tie my hair up and marched right outside. You should have saw her face as I walked towards her. She was so uneasy and looking at me like she wasn't sure if she should lock the door or not. She should have locked that door. I pulled her out of that seat by her hair and lost my mind. I really just snapped. I can't really remember what happened during the fight. All I remember is that I just went to kicking and punching that girl like it was nobody's business. She probably hit me a few times but Johnny ran out there and pulled me off her. "Girl, what's gotten into you?" He yelled at me. I snatched my bruised arm out of his grip and stomped back into the house. I locked the door behind me and ran to the bedroom and locked that door too. I ramsacked the room. I kicked the TV off the nightstand and knocked the lamp off the dresser. I pulled all Johnny's clothes out his drawers and out of the closet and emptied them out the bedroom window. I took his shoes and threw them out there as well. Then I went to the corner of the room where I always go to cry. And I cried.
