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I like my coffee black, just like my metal
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Lexus's POV
"Jimmy!! Jimmy!!!!!" I screamed, waking myself up.
"Lexus, what's wrong?? Did you have another night mare??" Jimmy asked,
turning on a light.
I sat up and had beads of sweat and tears, running down the sides of my
cheeks. I was panting and Jimmy wrapped his arms around me, trying
desperately to calm me down.
"Do you want some water?? Or some tea??" Jimmy asked.
"Water would be nice," I replied.
Jimmy nodded and went to get me some water. I took a deep breath and
whipped my forehead. I hated having night mares. They've been happening
over the past couple of nights. I decided to go and wash my face in the
bathroom that was attached to my room. I don't want Jimmy to leave. I
can't stand how I never see him, but I love him way too much to leave
him for someone else.
I heard Jimmy's foot steps, and I immediately shut the door. I locked
it too and opened up the bottom right hand drawer where I had my razors.
"Babe, you ok??" Jimmy asked. "I've got some water for you and some
Prozac."
"I'll be out in a minute," I said, trying not to express any pain in my
voice.
I did a few more cuts and then wadded up some toilet paper and applied
pressure to the cuts. I was smart. I only did small gashes so Jimmy
wouldn't notice.
"Hi sweetie," I said, with a fake smile.
"C'Mere, I've got your meds and water," Jimmy said, as he patted the
pillow next to him.
"Thanks, baby," I said, happily accepting the pills.
After I took my miracle pills-as I called them- I snuggled up to my
boyfriend and we went back to bed.
A few hours later, we woke up to the sun kissing our faces. I was
completely refreshed. I looked over at my boyfriend who was so adorable with
his messy hair and even his snoring was cute. Wow. I must be on drugs,
if I'm loving my boyfriend's nasal habits.
"Jiiiimy," I said softly.
That didn't work.
"Jimmifer," I tried again, only this time I was a little louder.
He still didn't stir.
"Jimmy I'm naked!!" I yelled.
That woke him up and his eyes practically busted out of its sockets. I
had to laugh, oh my little Jimmy, he'll never change. Seriously, if
we're 80-years-old, he'll still be putting his hair in liberty spikes,
I'll still be there dancing with my cane at his shows. Wait a second, I'll
never look 80.
"What's up baby??" Jimmy asked, while yawning.
"Want some breakfast??" I asked, sweetly.
Jimmy scrunched his face at the thought of morning.
"I'll make you coffee," I said, trying to persuade him.
"Mmm ok fine, but if you don't make me get up," Jimmy said.
I gave him the disappointed girlfriend face that he loathes. He then
groaned his way out of bed. I threw a robe at him, he was in his boxers
and I had the shades open. I love him no matter what he's wearing, but
there's little children living next door. Yes, I know what you're
thinking and no Jimmy does NOT baby sit them.
We walked downstairs and I immediately ran over to the refrigerator to
get some juice. My sweat shirt kind of rid up when I was reaching for
the eggs because Jimmy just stared at my wrist, as I placed the stuff
for breakfast on the counter.
"What's that??" Jimmy asked, pointing to my wrists.
I quickly covered up my cuts and pleaded that it was nothing.
"Have you started cutting again??" Jimmy asked me.
"No. Madina must have scratched me or something," I said, referring to
our cat.
He nodded in disbelief, but just went back to reading his new Revolver
magazine.
I quickly, threw my hair up in a pony tail and went to work. I was
making vegetarian omelettes and Starbucks Caramel coffee. We had freshly
squeezed orange juice from the local organic grocery store (I won't
settle for anything less) and I was cutting up some grape fruit and melons.
I made sure that my Jimmy and I ate healthy when we were at home. He
drinks and smokes, but won't let me touch more than two glasses of
alcohol. He often steals my Newports, but I call him a hypocrite and steal
them back.
"You ready for your meeting today??" Jimmy asked.
"Yea, but I think I'm better now, really," I replied.
"Denial isn't just a river in Egypt, Lexus," Jimmy announced.
"So original darling, but I know I need to go, I'm just feeling better
now. Really, the Prozac is working," I lied.
Jimmy was still unconvinced and I went back to preparing breakfast.
After I was done, I turned off the stove, and poured two mugs of coffee.
The aroma of food and coffee accented each other beautifully and Madina
jumped up on my lap; wanting to cuddle the master of the good smells.
What an adorable boy kitten. We also have another boy kitten, he's black and white and is named "Spazz". I have a girl pomeranian and her name is "Baby". Spazz is originally Jimmy's kitten, but we've recently adopted Madina and Baby is from when I first started to live out on my own.
"We had better get going. Your appointment is at 10:30 and it's already close to 9, so leave your dish, I'll take care of it, just go and get ready. You're not bailing on this session, again," Jimmy said, sternly.
I rolled my eyes, let out a huge sigh, and went upstairs to get ready for my wonderful meeting with my therapist. What's it going to be today?? Eating problems?? Cutting again?? Alcoholic all a gore. Yes, it can get pretty gory. Or wait, my smoking?? Gosh I hated therapy. Maybe all this complaining is why I'm in therapy in the first place. Hmm weird.....
"Jimmy!! Jimmy!!!!!" I screamed, waking myself up.
"Lexus, what's wrong?? Did you have another night mare??" Jimmy asked,
turning on a light.
I sat up and had beads of sweat and tears, running down the sides of my
cheeks. I was panting and Jimmy wrapped his arms around me, trying
desperately to calm me down.
"Do you want some water?? Or some tea??" Jimmy asked.
"Water would be nice," I replied.
Jimmy nodded and went to get me some water. I took a deep breath and
whipped my forehead. I hated having night mares. They've been happening
over the past couple of nights. I decided to go and wash my face in the
bathroom that was attached to my room. I don't want Jimmy to leave. I
can't stand how I never see him, but I love him way too much to leave
him for someone else.
I heard Jimmy's foot steps, and I immediately shut the door. I locked
it too and opened up the bottom right hand drawer where I had my razors.
"Babe, you ok??" Jimmy asked. "I've got some water for you and some
Prozac."
"I'll be out in a minute," I said, trying not to express any pain in my
voice.
I did a few more cuts and then wadded up some toilet paper and applied
pressure to the cuts. I was smart. I only did small gashes so Jimmy
wouldn't notice.
"Hi sweetie," I said, with a fake smile.
"C'Mere, I've got your meds and water," Jimmy said, as he patted the
pillow next to him.
"Thanks, baby," I said, happily accepting the pills.
After I took my miracle pills-as I called them- I snuggled up to my
boyfriend and we went back to bed.
A few hours later, we woke up to the sun kissing our faces. I was
completely refreshed. I looked over at my boyfriend who was so adorable with
his messy hair and even his snoring was cute. Wow. I must be on drugs,
if I'm loving my boyfriend's nasal habits.
"Jiiiimy," I said softly.
That didn't work.
"Jimmifer," I tried again, only this time I was a little louder.
He still didn't stir.
"Jimmy I'm naked!!" I yelled.
That woke him up and his eyes practically busted out of its sockets. I
had to laugh, oh my little Jimmy, he'll never change. Seriously, if
we're 80-years-old, he'll still be putting his hair in liberty spikes,
I'll still be there dancing with my cane at his shows. Wait a second, I'll
never look 80.
"What's up baby??" Jimmy asked, while yawning.
"Want some breakfast??" I asked, sweetly.
Jimmy scrunched his face at the thought of morning.
"I'll make you coffee," I said, trying to persuade him.
"Mmm ok fine, but if you don't make me get up," Jimmy said.
I gave him the disappointed girlfriend face that he loathes. He then
groaned his way out of bed. I threw a robe at him, he was in his boxers
and I had the shades open. I love him no matter what he's wearing, but
there's little children living next door. Yes, I know what you're
thinking and no Jimmy does NOT baby sit them.
We walked downstairs and I immediately ran over to the refrigerator to
get some juice. My sweat shirt kind of rid up when I was reaching for
the eggs because Jimmy just stared at my wrist, as I placed the stuff
for breakfast on the counter.
"What's that??" Jimmy asked, pointing to my wrists.
I quickly covered up my cuts and pleaded that it was nothing.
"Have you started cutting again??" Jimmy asked me.
"No. Madina must have scratched me or something," I said, referring to
our cat.
He nodded in disbelief, but just went back to reading his new Revolver
magazine.
I quickly, threw my hair up in a pony tail and went to work. I was
making vegetarian omelettes and Starbucks Caramel coffee. We had freshly
squeezed orange juice from the local organic grocery store (I won't
settle for anything less) and I was cutting up some grape fruit and melons.
I made sure that my Jimmy and I ate healthy when we were at home. He
drinks and smokes, but won't let me touch more than two glasses of
alcohol. He often steals my Newports, but I call him a hypocrite and steal
them back.
"You ready for your meeting today??" Jimmy asked.
"Yea, but I think I'm better now, really," I replied.
"Denial isn't just a river in Egypt, Lexus," Jimmy announced.
"So original darling, but I know I need to go, I'm just feeling better
now. Really, the Prozac is working," I lied.
Jimmy was still unconvinced and I went back to preparing breakfast.
After I was done, I turned off the stove, and poured two mugs of coffee.
The aroma of food and coffee accented each other beautifully and Madina
jumped up on my lap; wanting to cuddle the master of the good smells.
What an adorable boy kitten. We also have another boy kitten, he's black and white and is named "Spazz". I have a girl pomeranian and her name is "Baby". Spazz is originally Jimmy's kitten, but we've recently adopted Madina and Baby is from when I first started to live out on my own.
"We had better get going. Your appointment is at 10:30 and it's already close to 9, so leave your dish, I'll take care of it, just go and get ready. You're not bailing on this session, again," Jimmy said, sternly.
I rolled my eyes, let out a huge sigh, and went upstairs to get ready for my wonderful meeting with my therapist. What's it going to be today?? Eating problems?? Cutting again?? Alcoholic all a gore. Yes, it can get pretty gory. Or wait, my smoking?? Gosh I hated therapy. Maybe all this complaining is why I'm in therapy in the first place. Hmm weird.....
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