I'm In Love With My Killer

Ragtime

Alright.. For real this time. I'm going to hurt him so bad that he won't even be able to smile again. I opened my eyes and saw myself naked next to Michael. I was furious but I had to admit that he looked adorable.. His sleeping face and his light snores.. Stop it! You're mad at him. I got up and walked into the bathroom to freshen up. I came back into the room but everything was so backwards.. I saw Michael laying in the same position but I was still laying next to him. How am I over here and over there at the same time? Oh shit.. Am I.. Am I dead? I felt a kiss being planted on my cheek and I turned but found no one. I felt this a few more times and opened my eyes.. I looked up and saw Michael's face. I sat up and looked down.. No body but mine is in bed. I pinched myself and I could feel it. 'I'm not dead!' I thought. I looked back at Michael after I let out a breath and gave him an annoyed look. Michael gave me a mixture of what I call a confused smile. He pinched my cheek expecting a smile but it only made my face have an expression that was painted with death.

Michael: Baby what's wrong?

Suesie: You..

Michael: What?

Suesie: You think that sex is going to solve everything and it's not! It doesn't feel good anymore!

Michael gave me a look of disbelief and an unconvinced mind.

Michael: Uh huh.. But yet you were screaming my name..

Michael said crossing his arms.

Suesie: What time is it?

Michael: Time for you to get a watch and for me to come back home.

Suesie: Six, I take it then..

Michael glanced at the clock.

Michael: More like six thirteen.

Suesie: Great. Just great..

Michael: I could just take a good friend of mine to this play that I wanted to see with you or you could act like you love me for a few hours and get going before it starts.

I was silent for a while.

Suesie: What play is it?

Michael: Ragtime.

Suesie: The musical?

I said with a scrunched up face. I really don't care for musicals.

Michael: Yes, the musical. But it'll be fun, I promise.

Suesie: Uh huh.. Why should I trust you? After all, you couldn't even keep your body committed to me.

Michael rolled his eyes and sighed. He shrugged and went towards the door.

Michael: I'll be in the car.

Suesie: Uh huh..

Michael left and I sat there waiting on nothing. I decided to get dressed and go see what the fuss was about this musical that was all over the news lately. I mean, it's just a collaboration of two schools.. How bad could it be? I went downstairs dressed in a black skirt that flared out every time I turned, a white top that had frills around the neck and cuffs, blood red lips, and my black flats. I got into the car and Michael took a good look at me.

Michael: Wow.. Let's go.

He said slightly smiling.

Suesie: So, what exactly is this play about?

Michael: It's set in the 1920s and about racial things. You like history right baby?

Suesie: I do..

Michael: Good.. Because I need a translator for all the racial slurs used.

Suesie: Wait what?

We started to pull off and he kept talking about the play.. Nonstop.. You would at least think that he'd shut his mouth for one second. We finally got there and I rushed out of the car. I was stopped at the door by a man that I had bumped into. I looked up and had to admit that he was handsome.. But nothing in comparison to my CHEATING husband. He smiled at me and I backed away as I apologized. I waited for Michael and when he arrived, he was upset. Very upset.