Dreaming With A Broken Heart Part I
“When you're dreaming
with a broken heart, the waking up is the hardest part. You roll out of bed and
down on your knees, and for a moment you can hardly breathe...” -John Mayer
The words in that song currently are
speaking to the depth of my heart. Every night since McKena and I had broken
up, visions of her looped in my head all night long. McKena was the love of my
life, but I messed up big time.
For my 29th birthday
my frat brother Corey who was a perennial playboy had decided to take me to a
strip club called The Black Diamond. They basically kidnapped me as soon as I
walked out of my office. They didn’t tell me where we were going I didn’t know
until we got there. It was asses galore in there. My boys thought it was funny
but nothing was laughable about the situation at all to me. I had just proposed
to McKena the week before and my boys knew it. I was ready and willing to hang
up my player’s jersey for her. I had played the game long enough; I was just
wanted to be with my wifey.
My boys convinced me
to stay and take in the scenery. That decision turned out to be one of the
worst mistakes of my life. First came the liquor, then came the naked dancers,
by the time I woke up in a cheap hotel room the next morning I didn't remember
a thing. All I knew was that I woke up beside a chick named Candy, Cocoa, or
something trashy like that. I just got up put on my clothes and called a cab to
take me to my office so I could pick up my car. To my relief McKena wasn't home
she was at her routine Saturday hair appointment. I headed into the shower and
tried to scrub off the revelry of the night before. I looked at my phone and
saw that she had called me numerous times throughout the nightand I hadn't
answered a single one. In the back of my mind I was trying to concoct a
believable lie.
I quickly dialed her
number in my phone so I could call her and try to straighten this whole mess out.
A few seconds later, I heard her cell phone ringing in our bedroom. I was so
damn mad. I needed to talk to McKena not now, but right now. I went outside,
got into my car, and sped all the way to The Edge Hair Salon.
When I pulled into
the parking lot I saw McKena's Range Rover parked outside. As I walked inside
every single eye in the place was on me. I recognized McKena's tattooed foot
attached to a body under. I went over to the hair dryer and lifted the hood. I
was shocked to see McKena's face; it was puffy and her eyes were bloodshot and
swollen.
"What's wrong
baby?" Before she could answer her hairstylist Nathan answered for her,
"Uh uh Chris, we need you to leave right now. McKena doesn't want to talk
to you." I was so confused, "Wha.." Before I could finish my
sentence McKena replied, "It's okay Nathan, I'm going to step outside and
talk to Chris for a moment." "Okay sweetie just holler if you need
me. " Everybody in the salon responded with a resounding umph as we walked
out.
"What's
going on McKena?" McKena yelled out shut up. "Chris how could you
cheat on me?" My heart started pounding so hard I could feel it in my
head, "Wha?" "Don't play dumb Christoper Xavier Curry. My cousin
Janine is a dancer at the Diamond. She says you were drunk and all over some of
the girls last night. Then you Corey, Michael, Lee, and some of your other boys
invited them all back to a hotel last night and ya'll had a grand ole time.
Especially you and some broad named Leslie. Don't even try to lie Janine was so
very nice to send me pictures of the night's affairs. How could you do this to
me? I loved you with all my heart, every since the first moment we met in
kindergarten." Tears were rolling down her eyes at this point, "I
hate you Chris, I hate you with a passion."
I begged for McKena's
forgiveness but she wasn't having it. She just went back in the salon, the
receptionist came out and asked me to leave before she called the police, I
obliged. I felt my heart die at that exact moment. I got into my car and headed
towards Corey's house.
Although Corey was
married with two kids, he was still a true player at heart and his wife Monique
didn't seem to mind it; she had put up with his ways for years. When I pulled
up I saw him silver CLS parked in the driveway. His wife's Suburban was gone. I
knocked on the door Corey came to the door looking like stir-fried shit.
"What's good
Chris?" "Nothing man recovering from last night Monica and the kids
are gone grocery shopping and to the park." "Uh huh." I sat down
on the couch in Corey's man cave. "So what's really going on Chris? You
look like you've been through it." I put my head in my hands, "My
life is over man. McKena fucking left me man, because of you." I could
hear the confusion in his voice, "Because of me. What the hell are you
talking about?" "Your little kidnap conspiracy." "Man shit! You had a good time, I know you ain't just
come out and tell her. Did you?” "Hell no I didn't have to one of her
cousins is a dancer there." Corey got excited, "Ohhhhhh shit I knew
one of them girls looked like Kena. Ohhhhhh shit man you are fucked." he
said with a chuckle. "Corey not shit is funny about this situation. Kena
is my life man. I want a future with her."
"Chris, man you
are taking this way too serious. Let the situation cool off and re-approach.
Kena loves you just as much as you love her, man. You eff'd up I'm not going to
lie to you, you eff'd up bad." "Shut up man. Its your fault."
"How though man? Look you’re a grown ass man." "Why are you going
to take a wifed up man to the strip club and get him drunk?" "Man I
can't help the fact you have no self-control. You never have never will even
back in college." "True, don't remind me." Corey went into his
mini-fridge and pulled out a bottle of Fiji water. "Well man like I said let
her cool off. And you two will be okay. Trust me if anybody knows I know. Moe
has threatened to kill me before, slashed my fucking tires and everything. But
we cool off and we get back right. That's how Corey junior and Alexia got
her." "Thanks man." Even though his words were of little comfort
to me. I got up and left Corey to his recovery.
From Corey's house I
went to the Louis Vuitton store, I knew there was a bag that she’d had her eyes
on for months. I walked out of the store with my pockets about $3,000 lighter
but it was well worth it to make her happy. I had it gift wrapped and stopped
by the flower shopped and picked a bouquet of her favorite flowers. When I
arrived back to my house, I was in disbelief as I saw her cousin Joe moving
boxes out of my crib.
Kena was sitting on
the stoop with her hands in her head. I pulled into the driveway and walked up
to her. Tears were running down her face. Her cousin Joe stepped to me.
"Yo Chris fall back, Kena ain’t tryna talk to you right now.” Joe was
about 6'7, 300 pounds but I wasn't falling back. "No Joe, I love
Kena." I tried to run past him but Joe picked me up like a sack of
potatoes and dropped me flat on my ass. Joe puffed his chest out and said
"I said fall back Chris I'd hate for this shit to get ugly but it can."
Kena got up and ran
to her Range Rover and backed out the driveway barely missing the driver’s sad
of my car. Joe went to his pick up truck and got in but before closing the door
he shook his head and said, "Damn Chris I thought you were a decent dude.
How you fuck up like that?”
Before I could answer
Joe pulled off the curb and left me standing on the front step. I went into the
house and it was obvious every trace of Kena was gone. I looked on the kitchen
table and in a decorative glass vase filled with marbles I saw some things that
weren't there before. I went over to explore it further, underneath the vase
was note. I picked up the note first and read it:
“Christopher you were myeverything
from the first day in Ms. Gretta's kindergarten class when we played in the
sandbox together. I knew you were the one who'd make me complete. Although it
took some almost 15 years for us to get together, I felt it was well worth the
wait. You were special you were everything I prayed God would send me in a man,
as wonderful as you. Imagine the joy it brought my heart. Now imagine the
disappointment and hurt I felt when I couldn't get in touch with you all night
long. Then imagine the pain I felt when my cousin called me at 4 this morning
with damning evidence against you. Evidence she was all too happy to share with
me. I cried all damn morning, matter of fact I'm crying now. Chris I don't want
to see you, hear from you. Talk to you. You are out of my life…”
I felt my face grow
warm with tears as I went through the contents of the vase: her engagement
ring, a picture of us the night we got engaged, and her key to my house. I felt
crushed and I could swear I could feel my heart breaking in my chest. Yeah I
know I was a man and this type of shit wasn’t supposed to go down. But I knew I
fucked up epically. Women like Kena didn’t come around everyday. She was smart,
she was humble, she was a lady in public, and handled her business in the
sheets. What in the hell had I done? I went upstairs and tried to call Kena; it
went straight into her voicemail.
I threw the vase
against the wall and watched as it shattered into what seemed like a million
pieces. I finally picked up the phone and called Steve, my brother. "Sup
bruh?" "Kena left me." Steve was silent for a few seconds,
"Why man? What's going on?" "She found out about last night, one
of the dancers there is her cousin." "Damn man. Did she seem really
mad?" "Damn right she did. She packed her stuff and moved out."
"Damn man I'm sorry to hear that I know you two will straighten it out,
ya'll have been together since middle school." "Tell me about it man,
she's my life." "You gon' be good man?" "I don't know man.
I just need to talk to her."
Comments
SN: You have Corey and the person he called at the end of this story being clueless but also naming him Corey. Was the last person he called supposed to be named someone else?
Sorry not being critical but I just noticed