up,” McKinley insisted.
“ I am.”
“ All right, love you,” she uttered.
“ Love you, too.”
Since Jamil would be arriving late, McKinley decided to take matters into her own hands and start doing the seating charts on her own. She had no time to waste. Every second of the day counted. Plus, she had a million other things that needed to be completed as well. She couldn’t put the seating charts off another day.
Once the elevator doors opened, McKinley stormed into her apartment on a mission. Dropping her bags at the door, she quickly began creating the perfect seating chart. Almost two hours later she’d only gotten two of the tables done and was past frustrated. Annoyed that Jamil hadn’t showed up yet, she texted him.
To: Jamil
Where are you?
Sent:
Fri, Aug 12, 4:50 pm
To: McKinley
I’ma b there in a min.
Received:
Mon, Aug 12, 4:52 pm
To: Jamil
What’s a min, Jamil?
Sent:
Mon, Aug 12, 4:54 pm
To: McKinley
Half an hour
Received:
Mon, Aug 12, 5:01 pm
Overwhelmed, McKinley threw down her phone and went over to the refrigerator. Her stomach was growling so loud it sounded like she’d passed gas. Needing something quick and fresh to eat, she fixed herself a ham sandwich with celery sticks and peanut butter on the side. Trying her best not to focus on the time, McKinley sat at the dining room table and ate her food while watching Dancing with the Stars . Before she knew it, she’d finished eating, the program had gone off and Jamil still hadn’t shown up. Fed up, she dialed his number.
“ What’s up?” Jamil said in a low tone.
“ I cannot believe you starting this shit again. I’ve been sittin’ here, waitin’ on you all afternoon. Where the fuck are you?” McKinley yelled.
“ Yo, I can’t be talkin’ to you right now.”
“ What you say?” McKinley replied, taken aback.
“ Let me call you back. I’m in the middle of something.”
“ Jamil, I swear to God if you hang up this phone I’m officially done fuckin’ wit’ you,” McKinley warned.
“ Babe, just give me a minute,” he pleaded.
But before McKinley could reply the sound of gun fire caused her heart to leap out of her chest and fall flat onto the floor.
“ Jamil.” She called out for him but got no reply.
“ Jamil,” she screamed, praying to God he’d answer.
“ Jamil!”
Part Two
“ And the anger and the sorrow mixed up leaves the mistrust. Now it gets tough to ever love again.”
Jay Z
“ Allure”
McKinley had worn the same clothes for two days. She sat Indian style, in the center of her king-sized bed, clutching Jamil’s pillow, wishing that he was there. It was the middle of the night, but so what? Sleep had become an insufferable pastime she could do without. A pain so strong resonated from her ribs and through her eyes, causing an abundance of tears to stream down her face. He was gone and with each second that passed by that conclusion became clearer. She wished this time was like the other times they’d fought and he’d left.
She’d cry until her throat was sore, he’d come back, rock her pussy to sleep, then promise that everything would be okay. But two days ago, everything changed. He was brutally gunned down outside of his apartment and she was forced to deal with the fact that this time he was gone for good. She would never feel his lips on hers or have the pleasure of being wrapped in his warm embrace. All of her days from now on would be long, drawn out and insignificant. She’d forever be chasing pavements, instead of obsessing over him.
“ It’s not fair,” she sobbed, hitting his pillow with her fist.
It wasn’t fair that they never got to say good-bye with words. It wasn’t fair that he was killed for reasons unknown. And it most
“ I am.”
“ All right, love you,” she uttered.
“ Love you, too.”
Since Jamil would be arriving late, McKinley decided to take matters into her own hands and start doing the seating charts on her own. She had no time to waste. Every second of the day counted. Plus, she had a million other things that needed to be completed as well. She couldn’t put the seating charts off another day.
Once the elevator doors opened, McKinley stormed into her apartment on a mission. Dropping her bags at the door, she quickly began creating the perfect seating chart. Almost two hours later she’d only gotten two of the tables done and was past frustrated. Annoyed that Jamil hadn’t showed up yet, she texted him.
To: Jamil
Where are you?
Sent:
Fri, Aug 12, 4:50 pm
To: McKinley
I’ma b there in a min.
Received:
Mon, Aug 12, 4:52 pm
To: Jamil
What’s a min, Jamil?
Sent:
Mon, Aug 12, 4:54 pm
To: McKinley
Half an hour
Received:
Mon, Aug 12, 5:01 pm
Overwhelmed, McKinley threw down her phone and went over to the refrigerator. Her stomach was growling so loud it sounded like she’d passed gas. Needing something quick and fresh to eat, she fixed herself a ham sandwich with celery sticks and peanut butter on the side. Trying her best not to focus on the time, McKinley sat at the dining room table and ate her food while watching Dancing with the Stars . Before she knew it, she’d finished eating, the program had gone off and Jamil still hadn’t shown up. Fed up, she dialed his number.
“ What’s up?” Jamil said in a low tone.
“ I cannot believe you starting this shit again. I’ve been sittin’ here, waitin’ on you all afternoon. Where the fuck are you?” McKinley yelled.
“ Yo, I can’t be talkin’ to you right now.”
“ What you say?” McKinley replied, taken aback.
“ Let me call you back. I’m in the middle of something.”
“ Jamil, I swear to God if you hang up this phone I’m officially done fuckin’ wit’ you,” McKinley warned.
“ Babe, just give me a minute,” he pleaded.
But before McKinley could reply the sound of gun fire caused her heart to leap out of her chest and fall flat onto the floor.
“ Jamil.” She called out for him but got no reply.
“ Jamil,” she screamed, praying to God he’d answer.
“ Jamil!”
Part Two
“ And the anger and the sorrow mixed up leaves the mistrust. Now it gets tough to ever love again.”
Jay Z
“ Allure”
McKinley had worn the same clothes for two days. She sat Indian style, in the center of her king-sized bed, clutching Jamil’s pillow, wishing that he was there. It was the middle of the night, but so what? Sleep had become an insufferable pastime she could do without. A pain so strong resonated from her ribs and through her eyes, causing an abundance of tears to stream down her face. He was gone and with each second that passed by that conclusion became clearer. She wished this time was like the other times they’d fought and he’d left.
She’d cry until her throat was sore, he’d come back, rock her pussy to sleep, then promise that everything would be okay. But two days ago, everything changed. He was brutally gunned down outside of his apartment and she was forced to deal with the fact that this time he was gone for good. She would never feel his lips on hers or have the pleasure of being wrapped in his warm embrace. All of her days from now on would be long, drawn out and insignificant. She’d forever be chasing pavements, instead of obsessing over him.
“ It’s not fair,” she sobbed, hitting his pillow with her fist.
It wasn’t fair that they never got to say good-bye with words. It wasn’t fair that he was killed for reasons unknown. And it most
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