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Marcel Boykin · 03-19-2008, 07:26 PM

Yeah this just lost its voice because i wrote it without really getting into in

(Sunday)"Heaven....." I thought out loudly to myself, as Angel stood in the kitchen yelling to the top of her lungs at me for the third night in a row. We were 5 years removed from our "heavenly" days. That day on the bus was now exactly five years, five months, and ten days old. Angel became louder, her voice becoming annoying. I stood up and walked to the bedroom door. I slammed it closed and locked it, leaving Angel to continue screaming while I relax and surf the TV Angel came to the door key jingling in her hands. She opened the door with the look of a serial killer on her face..."Who's number is it, Marcel?..." I gazed at Angel, then back to the TV hoping she would go away. She moved in front of the TV and asked again.."Who's number is it?" I stood up, now completely annoyed, and went into the living room and sat on the couch. I grabbed the remote, determined to watch TV, and flipped to the music videos. "Marcel, are you cheating on me?" Her question went unanswered. She asked again, this time standing in front of the TV to get my full attention. I looked at her puzzled...hoping she wasn't serious. I stood up eyes still on her, I went in the kitchen and grabbed the piece of paper that she had been fussing at me about. I read the number and smiled. I looked at Angel and stood at the end of the kitchen with the saddest expression on her face, I grabbed my keys off the counter of apartment C3. I headed for the front door. "Where are you going?" She asked. I turned, one foot out the threshold, "Angel, we've spent five years together and for each of those years I've loved you.....But for some reason you decide tonight, after I come home from a stressful day at work, that you wanna trip....If you think I'm cheating call the number...." I stepped out our apartment and closed the door. I walked down to the car, knowing that angel would call that number and hear this prerecorded message: "You have reached K's Jewelers, where we specialize in wedding rings, we are currently closed right now. Our store hours are......." I got in the car and drove away hoping to find some clean motel to sleep for the night. What seemed like five hours later, i was in a motel 6 about 30 minutes from our apartment. I wasn't exactly comfortable laying up on a couch when i had a warm bed at home. My cellphone rang with Angels ringtone. I decided not answer yet. My mind began to wander.... Maybe today i should let Angel go...Maybe i should go home...I though about all the battles we've been having... My cellphone rang again. I didn't answer it. "Goodnight" I said turning off the phone.

(Monday) I woke up, my back hurt from the uncomfortable Motel couch...(I decide not to sleep on the bed knowing whats normally done on motel beds.) I checked my phone. "You have one new voicemail...." I decide to check it..."Marcel it's Angel...I'm sorry about last night...but what do you expect? You've been gone for the past 3 nights not coming home until 2 in the morning. I love you and i trust you but i can't just sit around while your running the streets late at night...........Marcel..... Come home...End of message. To play this message again press..." I checked out and payed for my one night stay. I took the long way home. I needed to calm my nevres before i met up with Angel. I arrived at apartment C3 which was unnormally qiuet. I went in slowly, turning the key slowly, and walking thought my own apartment afraid of a black women. Angel was sleep in our bed. I started at her remembering how beautiful she was when she wasn't yelling at me. She woke up hearing me change my clothes. "Where were you last night?" I turned to her..."Oh hey baby....yes i'm fine thanks for asking..."I said smartly. I had unknownly just started our last arguement. It went something like this:
Angel: Marcel where we're you last night?
Marcel: At a motel....girl. Don't start.
Angel: Don't start...I've been worried about you and us....
Marcel: (cutting her off) Angel there's nothing to worry about...
Angel: Yes there is you've been changing alot recently.
Marcel: No you've been changing....
Angel:....Marcel, shut up and let me finish...I'm starting to think that you're afraid to be fully committed to me. I know your out there in the clubs with your freinds, partying and running around with a bunch of girls...
Marcel: So you think i'm cheating?
Angel: No.....I think you that you love me too much to cheat but that your that afraid of committing to me that you flirt around.
Marcel:......Angel look....We've been fussing too often recently...and i can't take it anymore...I wanna be with you, but not at expense of stressing myself out about us. Bascially what i'm tryna say is that....I think we should break up.
Angel's facial expression was all I need to see. She stood shocked. A tear fell from her eye. I left before she could start really crying. She ran and stopped me at the door..."Marcel we can't just break up like this...we gotta talk about it and work it out." "Tomorrow," I said." Meet me at Lou's....I left not caring what i could have just did to my future, never thinking ahead....