Colorful Chaous Segment: 4/5
"Scorching Flames"

A typical day of depression and misery of being back with Stanley turned into a night my heart will forever keep locked away with the rest of my precious memories.

Stanley had lost his cell phone the night before from being incredibly under the influence as always, and if course blamed me for not keeping track of his belongings. The baby had also been throwing up and puking the night before, so the next morning Stanley and I decided to keep him home from medical daycare. The baby still woke up at the crack of dawn on that rainy morning.

Stanley decided to have us all jump on an early bus just in time for K-Mart to open. Stanley had a plan to go into the electronic section and boost himself a new phone, and while he did it with no hesitation and not a question of suspicion, I was actually surprised that he got me one as well... How considerate of him...

Later that afternoon of spending the morning downtown and trying to update and upgrade our new phones through the free Wi-Fi at the bus station downtown, we both knew it was only a matter of time before we had to be back at the house because Comcast had an appointment to show up at our door to give us a land-line, direct TV, and internet of our own.

That was a main reason why Stanley wanted to make sure he had a cell phone, even if it wasn't his original.

I put the baby down for a nap outsflide in the stroller as Stanley was upstairs helping the Comcast man look for an extension wire.

Our drunk neighbor who I couldn't stand already had multiple problems with me. One day she was nice and sweet and the next day she would do a complete 180 flip and be throwing pumpkins down flights of stairs.

She was across the street waiting for the bus and noticed Stanley and the cable man standing on the roof to the closer side by her window. Intentionally missing the bus drive right past her, the grouchy drunk neighbor stormed back across the street yelling,

"What are you doing trying to break inside my house? Get off of the roof!"

I tried explaining to her that no one was trying to break into her house, but she disrespectfully continued shouting at Stanley to a point where the baby woke up startled. By having him outside, there was nothing I could do about the noise, but when she turned her attention to me and started calling me names and getting in my face, I knew enough was enough.

Another one of our neighbors outside tried calming her down, but she spit in the poor old man's face. I called her disgusting, and she wobbly walked over to me as if she were going to swing, but I got her first. I guess you can say I smacked the drunkenness right out of her.

She walked over by the front door and grabbed the big boulder of a rock that held it open. She picked it up and went to throw it at me and instead it hit the bottom of the stroller right by my baby's toes. Excuse the language of my expressive writing, but I Messed her shitt up.

Stanley had already sprinted downstairs at that point and tried calming me down, but by no means did it work. The drunk bitch then requested to see the comcast worker's ID badge and then locked herself inside her house with it, just after taking a bottle of bleach and pouring it all over the old man who also tried to control her.

When the police came, she was thankfully arrested for attempting assault, public intoxication, and the theft of the comcast worker's badge. The day of events however only got worse, even without the crazy drunk lady around to scream frantically up and down the hallway for no reason.

Stanley wanted to get high and be under the influence again just like he was the night before, and day before that. He needed to get out of the house...

He got a phone call from someone who offered him money to make a middle man sale. I told him to stay home. I told him not to go. You know what, he didn't listen to me and went out anyways that night just so he could get himself arrested, and his new cell phone taken away.

God gave me a second chance to be with the love of my life. Word traveled fast just within those few hours of Stanley being arrested that night, and James called me. We talked about the situation for a little bit, and before I knew it, he told me he was coming over.

I hadn't spoken to Jacob since that February when we snuck off and did what we did...It was now Summer time.

So many emotions went through my head. I was nervous because my heart always skipped a million beats per second with him around me. I felt scared in case Stanley showed up back at the house. I felt excited knowing maybe I could just have sex with him for a night so my heart could hold on to one more good memory of him before my life went back to being miserable and depressed. I also felt pressed for time, because he sounded like he wanted to be in front of me faster than I wanted to be in front of him.

The baby was peacefully sleeping complete unaware that his daddy got in trouble and wouldn't be coming home. I jumped and shower and used a brand new razor to shave just about every part of my body. When he called me and asked me to let him in from downstairs, I would feel his eyes watching and scanning every body part I left bare which at that point had only included my arms, and my upper and lower legs.

He had never been in my small studio apartment, but from being in a jail cell for so long it didn't feel so small and crowded to him as it did to me.

We tried to keep things calm, cool, and collective but both knew by the end of the night where our actions would lead us. Before absolutely anything happened Jacob and I both called the jail separately and learned that by no means was Stanley getting out that night. He had to sit there until his court date which wasnt for a week.

Once hearing that confirmation, it was over Jacob walked towards me while I was standing in the kitchen, (and taking a decent amount of aspirin for my splitting headache). He moved me over to my bed and pushed me down by the lower level. We tried our best not to wake the baby. We kissed. We took our clothes off. He stayed on top of me the entire first time. He felt so good inside of me like the first time, second, and third time.

I thought he was going to bust inside of me, so I repositioned myself by lifting my entire upper body to allow myself into him into me more. The approving look on his face gave me goosebumps. We stayed in that position as my legs held me up into a bridge until he came. Being honest it wasn't that long, but long enough.

We got dressed and smoked a cigarette. With everything that happened and getting calls from Stanley's family asking if I heard any updates on him.

Jacob continued kissing me in-between breaths of my conversations while on the phone. My actual dream of him spending the night in my own apartment was actually happening and coming true. Throughout the night of the baby waking up we rocked him back to sleep. Then I let Jacob rock my body at least three more times before we finally laid loan ourselves. He held me and I melted right under his arms.

It just didn't seem real, but the way he touched me definitely felt real.