Drama 99 FM by Janine A. Morris Read Free Book Online

staff that came to work after she was gone felt a little more free to take risks. She knew KD was shocked to see her pop in the studio, but she was more pissed that he had made his slick remarks on air even after he’d known she was listening. It was a good thing for him, though, that she was in no mood to care. The station was consuming all her energy, and on this particular night she was ready to throw in the white flag.
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    An hour had gone by, and Madison was home and dressed in her comfy pajamas. Her hair was wrapped up, and she had her red and blue scarf tied around her head. She was all ready for bed and went into the family room to spend some cuddle time with her man in hopes to take her mind off the stressful day at work. When she walked in, he was sitting on the couch with the remote in his hand. He wore a pair of gray sweat pants, and his hairy chest was exposed through a saggy wife beater. He didn’t look up or acknowledge her when she walked in, but she just continued on her way to sit beside him. Once she plopped down next to him, he looked at her.
    â€œDamn, do you have to jump down so hard?”
    â€œJump? How do you jump down, Jamahl?”
    â€œNever mind,” he said and turned back to the television.
    Before he’d just annoyed her, Madison had wanted to rest her head on his shoulder, but he had just diffused that feeling with his attitude.
    She sat there for a few moments looking at the sports news he was watching. A few moments went by, and no words were exchanged. All Madison could think was, what happened to the generic welcome-home questions? What happened to enjoying spending some quality time together? What happened to us?
    â€œSo, no ‘how was my day’?” she asked.
    â€œI was watching something,” he replied.
    Madison bit her bottom lip to prevent from speaking too quickly because she knew it wouldn’t be very nice. She didn’t want to argue, but his unpleasantness was pissing her off quite fast.
    â€œHow was your day?” he asked with an obvious hesitation.
    â€œIt was fine, Jamahl.”
    â€œSo why did you ask me to ask?”
    â€œOh, my gosh, are you serious?” she said as she turned to look directly at him.
    He just looked back at her.
    â€œDid it hurt you to open up dialogue with me?”
    â€œNo, but I am saying you acted as though you had something to say, when really you just wanted me to say something.”
    â€œI didn’t act like anything. I just asked you why you were sitting here speechless like I didn’t just come home and join you on the couch.”
    Madison knew where this petty bickering was headed, so before he gave his counter she got off the couch.
    â€œNever mind, Jamahl, enjoy your alone time. I am going to bed.”
    Jamahl made no attempt to change her mind; he just watched her walk down the hallway toward the staircase.
    Madison reached her bedroom and was beyond annoyed. She sat on the side of the bed and rubbed her toes on the plush maroon carpet in her bedroom and tried to let her blood pressure drop some before she turned on the television. She told herself to shake it off and start a new day—the last thing she needed was to go down her Jamahl-gets-me-sick road. Once she got into bed, she hit POWER on the remote. A familiar tune filled the room. It was Polytics’s new video on BET. Madison felt guilty, but watching him shirtless and rubbing on all the young video chicks was clearing her mind and cheering her up. Even though she knew everything about that was wrong.

Chapter 8
    N aomi hadn’t called home to her parents in a few days. She had been so caught up in work she kept missing the window of time to just call and say hello, and her parents were not up on the texting game yet. She had just made it back from work, and she promised herself that she would call home tonight. It seemed as if she had left some of herself behind in Texas. She was very close to her