April 29th, 2018. | Los Angeles, California.
Omniscient.
Damon sat in front of the mirror, adjusting his pants and admiring his muscles. He was trying to figure out what shirt to wear, debating with himself. Tonight he was going out with Ivory again, as he invited her to go out again. He was planning to take her out to a live concert, one that was outside. The concert would feature Ivory's favorite artist, Mary J Blige. It was one of the main reasons he was taking her out there in the first place.
" And where are you going?"
" I'm going out...handling biz." Damon says, finally choosing to wear the white shirt.
" Don't lie to me Damon. Or should I say, Ur—"
" Cut the shit Chas...I don't what's your problem, but you need to figure it out and stop taking it out on me. You know what type of shit I'm on, and what I got going."
She flared her nostrils at him as she rolled her eyes. He saw her reaction and grinned, going over to the woman as she walked away.
" Come on babe, don't be like that."
" Be like what? You're going out with some other broad and leaving me here! I mean, I know you're just handling business and all— but it'd be nice if you could do all of what you're doing for her, with me for once!"
" Look, I take care of you. Don't I?" Damon asked her, looking at her sternly. " You know I take care of you...look at the place, look at your closet...the clothes you got. The shoes you have...look at your car."
".... I'm always gon' take care of you baby. And this thing I gon' going on, ain't gon' be forever. I'm just tryna hustle some money for us."
" I know....but why do you have to do it this way? I mean, how are you for sure that this man will ev—"
" He ain't got no choice." Damon spoke, cutting the woman off. " He knows who I am, and what I'm capable of. I did all that time in the pen for a reason Chas..."
" Okay Damon...I'm just saying."
He walks up to the lady, putting his arms around her as he kissed her forehead.
" I gotta go...make sure your phone's on, ight?"
" Okay...be safe baby."
" I will." Damon said. He grabbed the rest of his things, and headed out of his house, getting inside of his BMW. Then, he headed off to pick up Ivory of their concert date.
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that night, 8:00 p.m.
Ivory
I was in the car with Damon, and we were making our way to our destination. I knew we were that where heading was outside, but he wouldn't let me in on what it was. I assume it to be like an outside party or something, but who knows?
To keep myself occupied, I played around with the features that were on his car. He had some music going too, which helped me stayed occupied as well. I was trying to stay off my phone as much as possible, especially after seeing that interview that Cairo had with the Breakfast Club, and the drama that followed it.
I couldn't believe he allowed some random girl to post our daughter like that, let alone the caption. All it did was add more fuel to the fire that was already created by both Cairo and I. Honestly, I wanted to speak with him. Just to set him all the way straight, because I didn't play when it came to Amira, and I would've thought he known that. But luckily and hopefully, this concert would get my mind completely off of that, and help ease my mind.
We pulled up to a gate, where there was guy waiting at the entrance. Damon spoke to him briefly, and eventually we were led to a specific spot to park. Getting out, I looked at the place, trying to figure out where we at and kept doing so as I followed Damon's lead.
" Oh my g— I know that's not who I think it is..."
" I think you're thinkin' right." Damon told, smiling as he did. We walked closer to the stage, and my heart dropped.
This man took me to a Mary J. Blige concert?
" Damon, are you serious? I'm seeing Mary Jane in r-real life!" I say with full blown excitement.
" Crazy, right?"
"...the show doesn't start until 9, so why don't we go backstage and chat with her?"
" Chat? B-But how?"
" Anything's possible when you got these." Damon says, pulling out two VIP tickets.
I followed his lead, being overly excited and nervous at the same time. I wasn't expecting for me to let loose like this tonight— but hanging with Damon, it's like nothing ever fails.
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Southern California. | an hour later...
" I CAN LOVE YOU...."
" I CAN LOVE YOU...."
" I CAN LOVE YOU BETTER THAN SHE CANNN!!!"
I sang my heart to the lyrics of the song, feeling like I was on top of the world. It was the last song of the show, which was pretty unfortunate...but I couldn't have asked for it in any better way. Not only did I experience a Mary J Blige concert, but I got to have a one on one conversation with her.
" Thank you all for coming! I hope you had an amazement night, cause I know I did! Much love, and goodnight!" the woman herself spoke into the mic. I couldn't believe that the concert was over, as I felt like this moment was supposed to last for an eternity.
" Someone had a lot of fun tonight, huh?"
" Of course...that was so much fun!"
" They're having an after party around the way. You wanna go over to that and hang?"
I looked at the time, seeing that it was already edging toward being 11. I needed to get home, especially with Amira and Nancy at the house.
" I would love to Damon....it's just that I can't. I have to get home to my daughter, so I don't wanna be out too late."
" Oh okay...that's fine." he says. I nodded, and we headed toward the car. From there, he took off and set way to take me home. During the car ride there, kept me busy as we talked about things, like music and the meanings behind certain songs. Speaking of music like that had me thinking about Cairo, as we would have talks like this from time to time. And not only that, but Cairo was a whole musician. Obviously.
" Yeah...but that Thriller album is easily one the best albums to ever be created. Micheal did his thang on that."
" Nah...I don't know— I think it's overrated to be honest with you." Damon says, which baffled me. He had good taste in music for the most part, but some of the things he said opinion wise made me question him.
" Aye, you mind if I stopped my condo real quick? I need to pick up something and bring it back home with me."
" Sure...do your thing."
Shortly after, Damon pulled up to the lot of where his condo resided, parking in one of the reserve's spot.
" You wanna come in?"
" No, I can wait."
" Come on Ivy...I don't want you waiting in here all by yourself." he assures to me. " Besides, my place is right here."
" Then it shouldn't be a problem with me waiting. You can right in and right out." I reply. He sighs, chuckling before he responded to what I said. I really wanted to stay in the car because I wanted call Cairo, just to see if he'd pick up. That, or at least text him.
" What if I show you that Vinyl...that Whitney one?"
" I thought you said you didn't have it..."
" Well, I never said I was 100% for sure on if I didn't have it or not." he says, smiling now. I rolled my eyes as I grinned, not knowing whether or not he was being serious.
" Fine." I say, since he was putting up such a fight on wanting to come in.
Stepping out of the car, I watched and waited as he locked up his car. Then, we made our way into the condo. I stood in the living room and waited for him. As I did so, I got my phone and went to my contacts— well, I went to blocked list. I tapped on Cairo's name and unblocked him, and thought of what I wanted to say.
" Ivory....I found it." Damon said, interrupting my whole process. I put my phone back into my purse and walked to the room he was in.
" That's not the album. The self titled one is the one I was amped to see."
" Well, this album is just as bomb. Don't you think?" he says, showing me Whitney Houston's 1990 album.
" It is...but like I said, it's not the s—"
" It hits you, you know what I mean? I mean, it really does. The song, the lyrics, the voice...it touches you here." he says as he points to my heart.
" Damon, are you okay?"
" This album showed me to express my love in a way that I knew how. To not hold back, and to let it out all out."
" Okay...." I say awkwardly. Was this man going through a mid life crisis at the moment or something? He started to walked over to me, putting the vinyl over to the side. There was a sudden look on his face, which had me wanting to leave the entire place and go home.
" Damon...I'm ready to go." I say, but he ignored me. He was so close, and when I felt his hands on me, there was an instant alert in me.
" Get off of me...GET OFF OF ME!" I yell, pushing him off of me. He backed away, his hands in the air as if I was the police. I stormed out of there, pulling out my phone. I had to let from here, and I had to do it now.
" Ivory....Ivory— look, I'm sorry. I just— I was in the moment. I thought we were in the moment."
I didn't respond to him, only going toward his door. But I didn't make it out, as he pulled me back, pushing me into his room.
" LET ME G—GO!"
" Calm down."
" don't tell me to calm down, the fuck! You need t— ugh!"
He pushed me back on the bed, taking complete control over me. I felt his hands pulling at the zipper of the pants I had on as he pinned me down. The look in his eyes, the senselessness in his face....it was all reminding me of my past....of Lance.
I never would've thought that I would have to experience that again...but here it was— happening.
I started to cry, giving up on trying to fight this man off of me. But I started to cry even more when I heard my phone go off, seeing his contact. Cairo's contact.
Just when I wanted and needed him more than ever right now.
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