So, I broke the promise I just made below. Whatever.
Anyway, this is my all time favorite video by Kelis and any other Kelis fan out there (it's only a few of us) would totally agree. This video was at the time when Kelis's signature hairstyle was her wild locks. So, to see it long and straight, was breathtaking.
The video was directed by Paul Hunter and he is known for directing other minor, little videos such as:
Aaliyah - One in a Million
Notorious BIG - Hypnotize
Puffy - All about the Benjamins
Lenny Kravitz - Again
Jennifer Lopez - Love Don't cost a Thing
Jay-Z ft. Pharrell - Frontin
Jeremih - Birthday Sex
Justin Timberlake - My Love
And the list goes on and on and on and on...
Please watch this awesome video, then read my awesome short story. (And this one is really short. I was inspired by a short, general idea. Maybe one day I'll flush it out more.) Thanks much.
"If he hits you one more time, you have to kill him." She said aloud to her mirrored reflection. The index and middle finger on her right hand gently stroked the bubble of puffiness around her eye and swiped the blood that trickled from the open split. She washed her hands off in the sink, then dipped her son's Batman washcloth into the soapy water to clean the rest of the cuts and bruises that lined up on her face, shoulders and arms.
"Baby...you okay in there?"
"Leave me alone."
"I know you're upset with me but I'm really sorry. I didn't mean it.” The door rocked a little when his back slumped against it. “You just can’t do shit like that. You know it makes me get black-headed.” Black-headed. That’s what he always referred to as blacking out and punching her repeatedly in the face, ribs and chest.
“You’re a broken record Tom.” She managed to say before bursting into tears.
“Come on don’t cry. Let me in. We can talk about it, but not with the door between us. Come on. Come on.” His words got louder. “You know you need me. Shit, talking about a broken record, you always come back though don’t you? Open this damn door!”
“I said leave me alone.” She whispered. She took the bottom of her dress and lightly wiped the tears that had already stained. It was one of her favorite dresses: Burgundy with yellow polka dots at the top and yellow stripes at the bottom. Such a unique design. Burgundy was her favorite color. Now the dress matched her eyes and arms. She tucked a side of her long, blonde hair behind her ear, then took a seat on the edge of the tub.
“I was just trying to make you happy. I don’t know what’s so wrong with that.”
“I am happy.” He said, in a low muffled voice. “What are you doing in there? Why can’t I come in? Look, I’ll buy you whatever you want to make up for it okay?” She kept quiet, but stared at the door.
“I’ll get you a better car okay? A newer one. And some new dresses. Don’t you like dresses?”
“I don’t need a new car.”
“Then a trip? How about we fly back down to Mexico?”
“I don’t need a trip.”
“What the hell do you want then? I’ll tell you what I want, for you to stop acting childish and come out of this bathroom.” Suddenly his fist pounded on the door. The reverberation shook her to standing upright. She wrapped her arms around her body as tight as she could, as he continued to pound on the door. It wasn’t big, but it was definitely something noticeable. A wooden splint in the door that faced her side was poking out just so. Out of fear, her heart skipped a beat. She leaned in to peer closer.
“Open up!” He shouted, rocking the door again. She jerked back.
“Tom, stop it! You know what I want? You know what you can do for me?” The pounding stopped. She gave in. “Don’t do it again okay? Just…don’t.”
“I love you.” He said. She turned the doorknob and opened it. He stood in front of her, flush faced and sweating.
“I don’t need anything from you. Can’t you see that?” She caressed his face. “Let me be here for you. Let me love you. I don’t matter. Nothing else matters. I just wanna get along with you.”
“I know.” They embraced.
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