Post by Karari Makelah on Oct 26, 2017 23:00:14 GMT -5
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New Orleans LA
10:35 PM
A lot has happened tonight. My heart hurts my mind aches. The empty glass and half bottle of vodka off to my left, the notepad, pen and guitar off to my right. I just had to cry. I'm a human...its what I was born to do. Have human emotion, feelings and thoughts.
Right?
So as the slow piano played in the CD player next to me its what I did. For once, I was human. No need to survive. No need to kill in order to make a buck. No need for anything other than to let my emotion out. No one was around, just me and my thoughts...
*BANG BANG BANG*
"Makelah!"
Daniel Erickson...fucking bastard had a death wish and now was not the time to be messing with me. I knew he wouldn't stop banging on the door until he got his wish, so of course I just quietly chimed in.
"Of all people that would know where the spare is."
He stopped and it took him a few minutes but he found the spare house key. I buried it in my flower bed, smart of me for any ordinary person to not find. Daniel was not ordinary. I just stayed in my chair as he came in very quickly. He stopped, seeing everything sprawled out around me and my frozen body in the chair. I was numb and the only thing that moved toward him were my eyes. He saw the hurt in them and just shut the door quietly, dimming the lights a tiny bit so my now forming headache wouldn't hit me like a pickup.
"You've had a rough night number two."
"You think?"
"I've seen. I keep my eye and ear to things such as social media. You give me much less credit than my dear sister."
"Tiami is not as stupid as you make her out to be."
He came closer and my body was starting to lose the numb feeling that the booze brought. I suddenly realized exactly how close his rather tall frame was to the chair I was sitting in. I remembered this all too well and quickly stood up, excusing myself to the kitchen in a quick manner. My heart was beating...this was just like when we first hooked up and the only difference was? I was much stupider then than now. I've gained my smarts and my quick fists. I chugged a glass of water super fast as I felt him inch forward in the kitchen, closer to me.
"You and Mason are no longer together."
That one was too fucking soon.
"Same seems to be said for you and that little side piece you had a while back."
"You know where you belong. Come home Makelah. After all, the Dealers can not thrive without their black rose. With me at your side and you at their side? We all are an unstoppable unit."
He walked over close to me. I looked up at his dark eyes, him placing something in my hand. I looked down at it and it was a knife. I got rid of this life after the AFI tournament. I had realized then I belonged in wrestling. I found a place to be happy with and call home. The biker gang life? That was my past...that was after Hurricane Katrina. That was way before wrestling...way before now.
"People change."
I echoed this to Mason during our breakup...and he caused my heart to grow. If there was this one thing I could do to honour that part of the now broken relationship? It was never change my heart for another. Daniel looked at me as I handed the knife right back to him, stopping for one moment.
"No matter what people change. For good or bad. Better or worse. I said these words to my now ex boyfriend. I was once part of the Dealers and with good reason. I had no place. I didn't belong or fit in. Hell, I slept with your sister out of rage for you at one point. Now?"
I let go of the knife. I didn't move, Daniel Erickson never did scare me.
"I belong. Wrestling, it is the place and profession I belong in. I can still be that black rose, that death dealer. Just...in a more controlled environment. I will never shed the Death Dealer, it is ingrained in me. I just feel that it can be used for other means...and not the ones that have hurt so many others."
He looked at me, a small smirk forming. Usually, smirks were bad things when it came to him. He took me by the hand, gently.
"You have changed Makelah. That once hardened heart of yours from the hurricane has become a softer, gentler one. You inspire more than you think."
He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead...and usually, that means one thing and one thing only. According to the code in the gang...it meant I was on a hit list. Maybe breaking up with Mason was best after all. He then looked at me with a sick smile.
"I guessed I would be next on the hit list of Daniel Erickson. I never fought you because if it was coming...I was glad you looked me in the eyes when doing it."
"It is not a hit list. As of now, you are marked on a very special list. I want you back. I will do what is needed to get you back. I thought of the knife as the way of saying how much I still care."
"I will never change Daniel. Not a third time. I can no longer be someone I'm not either. You told me you would love me from up close and afar. You have to love me from afar Daniel. I have changed...and I know you don't approve of some of those changes."
He nodded softly, knowing I was referring to being Tiami's tag team partner. He brushed a strand of hair from my tear stained eyes and headed out. He stopped at the door before he opened it.
"I'll be keeping this, in case we need to talk some more. I love you Karari Makelah Anderson. Never forget this."
He held up the house key then slipped out the door. I just went back to my chair after locking up the doors and windows, drawing all the curtains and dimming the lights. I sat there, numb once again and just cried the whole night away.
Things in my life were about to get much harder.
New Orleans LA
10:35 PM
A lot has happened tonight. My heart hurts my mind aches. The empty glass and half bottle of vodka off to my left, the notepad, pen and guitar off to my right. I just had to cry. I'm a human...its what I was born to do. Have human emotion, feelings and thoughts.
Right?
So as the slow piano played in the CD player next to me its what I did. For once, I was human. No need to survive. No need to kill in order to make a buck. No need for anything other than to let my emotion out. No one was around, just me and my thoughts...
*BANG BANG BANG*
"Makelah!"
Daniel Erickson...fucking bastard had a death wish and now was not the time to be messing with me. I knew he wouldn't stop banging on the door until he got his wish, so of course I just quietly chimed in.
"Of all people that would know where the spare is."
He stopped and it took him a few minutes but he found the spare house key. I buried it in my flower bed, smart of me for any ordinary person to not find. Daniel was not ordinary. I just stayed in my chair as he came in very quickly. He stopped, seeing everything sprawled out around me and my frozen body in the chair. I was numb and the only thing that moved toward him were my eyes. He saw the hurt in them and just shut the door quietly, dimming the lights a tiny bit so my now forming headache wouldn't hit me like a pickup.
"You've had a rough night number two."
"You think?"
"I've seen. I keep my eye and ear to things such as social media. You give me much less credit than my dear sister."
"Tiami is not as stupid as you make her out to be."
He came closer and my body was starting to lose the numb feeling that the booze brought. I suddenly realized exactly how close his rather tall frame was to the chair I was sitting in. I remembered this all too well and quickly stood up, excusing myself to the kitchen in a quick manner. My heart was beating...this was just like when we first hooked up and the only difference was? I was much stupider then than now. I've gained my smarts and my quick fists. I chugged a glass of water super fast as I felt him inch forward in the kitchen, closer to me.
"You and Mason are no longer together."
That one was too fucking soon.
"Same seems to be said for you and that little side piece you had a while back."
"You know where you belong. Come home Makelah. After all, the Dealers can not thrive without their black rose. With me at your side and you at their side? We all are an unstoppable unit."
He walked over close to me. I looked up at his dark eyes, him placing something in my hand. I looked down at it and it was a knife. I got rid of this life after the AFI tournament. I had realized then I belonged in wrestling. I found a place to be happy with and call home. The biker gang life? That was my past...that was after Hurricane Katrina. That was way before wrestling...way before now.
"People change."
I echoed this to Mason during our breakup...and he caused my heart to grow. If there was this one thing I could do to honour that part of the now broken relationship? It was never change my heart for another. Daniel looked at me as I handed the knife right back to him, stopping for one moment.
"No matter what people change. For good or bad. Better or worse. I said these words to my now ex boyfriend. I was once part of the Dealers and with good reason. I had no place. I didn't belong or fit in. Hell, I slept with your sister out of rage for you at one point. Now?"
I let go of the knife. I didn't move, Daniel Erickson never did scare me.
"I belong. Wrestling, it is the place and profession I belong in. I can still be that black rose, that death dealer. Just...in a more controlled environment. I will never shed the Death Dealer, it is ingrained in me. I just feel that it can be used for other means...and not the ones that have hurt so many others."
He looked at me, a small smirk forming. Usually, smirks were bad things when it came to him. He took me by the hand, gently.
"You have changed Makelah. That once hardened heart of yours from the hurricane has become a softer, gentler one. You inspire more than you think."
He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead...and usually, that means one thing and one thing only. According to the code in the gang...it meant I was on a hit list. Maybe breaking up with Mason was best after all. He then looked at me with a sick smile.
"I guessed I would be next on the hit list of Daniel Erickson. I never fought you because if it was coming...I was glad you looked me in the eyes when doing it."
"It is not a hit list. As of now, you are marked on a very special list. I want you back. I will do what is needed to get you back. I thought of the knife as the way of saying how much I still care."
"I will never change Daniel. Not a third time. I can no longer be someone I'm not either. You told me you would love me from up close and afar. You have to love me from afar Daniel. I have changed...and I know you don't approve of some of those changes."
He nodded softly, knowing I was referring to being Tiami's tag team partner. He brushed a strand of hair from my tear stained eyes and headed out. He stopped at the door before he opened it.
"I'll be keeping this, in case we need to talk some more. I love you Karari Makelah Anderson. Never forget this."
He held up the house key then slipped out the door. I just went back to my chair after locking up the doors and windows, drawing all the curtains and dimming the lights. I sat there, numb once again and just cried the whole night away.
Things in my life were about to get much harder.