Can I Get A Faux Hawk?, chapter 2
August's Dream
I looked at the man in front of me. He was beautiful. In a tuxedo of course. Today was the happiest day of my life. That is, until he came.
"Now whoever objects to this marriage please speak now or forever hold your peace," Said the priest.
The church doors opened, and a disheveled man ran into the church. "Help... Please... These guys... They beat us up... My friend... Stuck... "
Dexter, the love of my life, ran out the open doors. He was always one to care for others way more than himself. Rarely ever thinking of the danger in certain situations. He raced out onto the street, as I followed. I stopped short when I saw Dexter on a man's back, trying to get him away from the unconscious man before him. Then I saw it.
"Baby, come back here now! Please! Watch out!" But of course, my warning came two seconds too late. The man, later identified as Carl Warshaw, pulled out a .44 caliber semi-automatic and shot my fiancée, right in the head. Dexter fell to the ground, as did I. I started sobbing and my parents along with his tried comforting me while trying not to cry themselves.
End Dream - 2 months after the Super Bowl
I opened my eyes in a pool of sweat and found myself crying. I sat up, and turned on the light next to my bed. That incident was years ago. I still visit him every Valentines' Day at the Strawberry Hill Cemetery. We were supposed to be married on Valentine's Day. I mean, it's been 3 years since that happened, and I sometimes still think he's alive.
Glancing at my alarm clock I realized I was late for work. Very late. I usually open at nine, and it was noon. I would have to reschedule the appointments for today since it was too late to go in and fit in the missed appointments along with ones that were scheduled later today.
I hurriedly showered, dressed, and applied my eyeliner. I hopped into my small Mitsubishi and drove to my salon. I ran inside, thankful that no one was waiting outside. I quickly set up and put on my apron. Customers came in for hair cuts and some made complaints about the fact they had to miss their appointments as I wasn't here. Around one, Mr. Cool walked in and stepped up to me, while I was cutting another woman's hair.
"Ah, the hippie child is cutting hair again," He said, as if it was a discovery never made before.
"This is my hair and nails salon. What do you want Tré?" I asked.
"Well, I wanted to know if you would like to go out to lunch with Mikey boy, Billie babe, and me."
I had become good friends with Billie, Mike, and Tré. Lunches or dinners with them were becoming quite routine with me.
"What do you think?"
"I think that you will say yes, and then I will take you back to my house and have some dirty sex," He replied matter-of-factly.
The woman who was paying at the register when Tré said that made a disgusted look. I then realized it was the same woman who had given me the one cent tip when the drummer had first come here. I handed her the change, and walked back to Tré.
"Are we going or not?" I said, smiling.
I looked at the man in front of me. He was beautiful. In a tuxedo of course. Today was the happiest day of my life. That is, until he came.
"Now whoever objects to this marriage please speak now or forever hold your peace," Said the priest.
The church doors opened, and a disheveled man ran into the church. "Help... Please... These guys... They beat us up... My friend... Stuck... "
Dexter, the love of my life, ran out the open doors. He was always one to care for others way more than himself. Rarely ever thinking of the danger in certain situations. He raced out onto the street, as I followed. I stopped short when I saw Dexter on a man's back, trying to get him away from the unconscious man before him. Then I saw it.
"Baby, come back here now! Please! Watch out!" But of course, my warning came two seconds too late. The man, later identified as Carl Warshaw, pulled out a .44 caliber semi-automatic and shot my fiancée, right in the head. Dexter fell to the ground, as did I. I started sobbing and my parents along with his tried comforting me while trying not to cry themselves.
End Dream - 2 months after the Super Bowl
I opened my eyes in a pool of sweat and found myself crying. I sat up, and turned on the light next to my bed. That incident was years ago. I still visit him every Valentines' Day at the Strawberry Hill Cemetery. We were supposed to be married on Valentine's Day. I mean, it's been 3 years since that happened, and I sometimes still think he's alive.
Glancing at my alarm clock I realized I was late for work. Very late. I usually open at nine, and it was noon. I would have to reschedule the appointments for today since it was too late to go in and fit in the missed appointments along with ones that were scheduled later today.
I hurriedly showered, dressed, and applied my eyeliner. I hopped into my small Mitsubishi and drove to my salon. I ran inside, thankful that no one was waiting outside. I quickly set up and put on my apron. Customers came in for hair cuts and some made complaints about the fact they had to miss their appointments as I wasn't here. Around one, Mr. Cool walked in and stepped up to me, while I was cutting another woman's hair.
"Ah, the hippie child is cutting hair again," He said, as if it was a discovery never made before.
"This is my hair and nails salon. What do you want Tré?" I asked.
"Well, I wanted to know if you would like to go out to lunch with Mikey boy, Billie babe, and me."
I had become good friends with Billie, Mike, and Tré. Lunches or dinners with them were becoming quite routine with me.
"What do you think?"
"I think that you will say yes, and then I will take you back to my house and have some dirty sex," He replied matter-of-factly.
The woman who was paying at the register when Tré said that made a disgusted look. I then realized it was the same woman who had given me the one cent tip when the drummer had first come here. I handed her the change, and walked back to Tré.
"Are we going or not?" I said, smiling.
