Oh my gosh. I am so sorry for the wait. I know you guys are like "where is this bitch at?"! I know. But I am human too and man has my life gotten busy. Between work, school and Akemi, I am a robot with no time. Not to mention my daughter is sick again and giving me hell on a scale. She has the lungs of life and lets me know every time I even think about sitting down to write.
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The voice belonged to Sam's mother, but it did not look like Sam's mother. I watched Mr. and Mrs. M walk up to us but all I could do was stare at her in disbelief. She had heavy colors of makeup caked on her usually pale face, and it was clear she had been to a tanning booth because her skin resembled a dull orange marker. She had a bright red streak in the front of her hair, and she was dressed in skin tight ripped up skinny jeans and a bustier that screamed "SLUT"! Even though she looked very out of place, she walked gracefully in the military style boots that seemed too big for her tiny frame. I was still shocked as I felt her arms wrap around me.
"M-Mrs. M... What... What happened?" I asked as she stepped back.
"Don't I look hot Tal?" She said fanning herself. "And look!"
She turned around and gave me a full view of her back. I likely died when I saw the tattoo on the small of her back that read "Sexy Princess"! I had seen her in a bikini more than once and I knew she had no tattoos.
"Oh My God... What the heck is this?" I asked pointing to the tattoo.
She looked over her shoulder toward me and shook her butt a little. "You like? I had Rico on 59th in Oakland hook me for the low," She squealed.
I looked at Mr. M for clarity. He just shook his head and rolled his eyes.
"It's fake," He said rolling his eyes.
"Oh shut up Henry. I'm going to get the real thing tomorrow," She said turned toward me, "Ugh don't you hate the old joy killers. He's always stopping me from getting my groove on. Old man never lets me do anything."
She turned her attention to a group of girls talking loudly. I looked at Mr. M hoping he could explain what the hell she was thinking when she did all this.
He just looked at her and shook his head. "My only guess is that she is going through a midlife crisis. Either that or the old bat has finally lost it," he offered.
I looked at Marie and saw her struggling to keep her laughter in. This whole scenario was hard to believe and even harder to swallow. I decided to change the subject for now.
"This is my roommate Marie," I said introducing her.
"Hi, nice to meet you guys. California is truly a beautiful state. I can tell already," She said extending her hand to shake.
"Hey girl nice to meet you. Let's go so we can hit the clubs tonight," Mrs. M said focusing on us again.
She started walking away and all eyes were on her. Men, women, children of all ages were watching the old beauty saunter away. I could tell she loved the attention but I'm not sure they were looking because they liked what they saw. I saw the group of girls snickering and pointing their phones at her and something inside me snapped and I got angry. I walked to the group of girls she was once focused on and got in their faces.
"What the fuck are you taking a picture of?" I yelled.
"Mind your business Dora the Explorer!" One of the blondes said.
"Yea Chiquita Taco Bell. Go away!" Another added in.
I watched all the girls laugh and got angrier. Of course it would be Beverly Hill type White girls I was dealing with. You know the ones that wear UGGS when it's 100 degrees outside and drink hot ass coffee when it is blazing. Those type of white girls. All looks but not an ounce of brains. These girls weren't worth it. I decided to walk away. Just as I turned around I heard the blonde smack her lips and laugh.
"That's right little immigrant. Go back to where you're from," She laughed shooing me with her hands.
Before I knew what was happening I turned around and backhanded the girl with so much force she slid back on her butt. Marie was pulling me away in an instant. I let her lead me away as Mr. M grabbed our luggage and followed us outside. We loaded into his six-seater truck and begin our trip home. No one spoke about the airport accident. It was like it never happened.
"So how is the New York life Natalia?" Mr. M asked while driving. "Is it everything you wanted it be?"
"Actually I love it. I love the bright lights and the city that actually never seems to sleep. I feel like such a tourist but I can't believe it is home," I replied.
He nodded and smiled. "Ah I can only agree. My experience in New York was when I was 16. I instantly fell in love with entire city. So how did you girls meet?"
''I'm a friend of the family's. Well my mother was before she died. I was looking for a new start and Natalia needed a roommate. So we just talked and voila," She lied effortlessly.
I was impressed. I was going to say we met at a cafΓ© or something, but she was really something else. Mrs. M was unusually quiet.
"What's wrong Mrs. M?" I asked her concerned.
She just sighed and pouted her lips. I looked over at her husband and he rolled his eyes. I decided I would ask again.
"What's wrong Mrs. M? Why are you so quiet?" I tried again.
"Oh I don't want to burden you with my issues. I'll be fine," she said sullenly.
"Okkkkkkk. Well if you want to talk about it, I am here for you," I said letting her know.
"Well actually, since you say that, something has been bugging me. Oh darling why don't you come home to stay? I'm so lonely without you and Sam in that house. I've resorted to actually talking to my husband," she whined.
"No Mrs. M! And that is final," I said.
I sat back in my seat and watched Mrs. M get a defeated look on her face and turn to pouting. She just didn't understand why I could never live here again. It was too risky to even be here right now.