It’s five in the morning when I hear her screaming again.
She’s loud and furious, and throws things at her still not ex-boyfriend. She’s all emotional, and I guess that’s why she misses. A mug crashes into pieces on the driveway right next to her still not ex-boyfriends rusty old truck. The girl is barefoot, and wearing her pajama. The guy is also half naked. Fortunately it’s his upper half that is naked. I’ve seen some other things too.
It’s not their first time.
The girl’s screaming bloody murder. She wants him to get out and never come back. Man answers with swearing as an old sailor, and the things that he says to her are outrageous. He laughs in her face and asks why would he come back to her. He hits a mailbox with his leg. He’s strong this guy. He breaks it, and the mailbox falls down with a squeaky sound. My girl is running towards the man in fury. She’s probably going to hit him in his not-so-handsome-to-my-taste face.
The guy runs away. He hurriedly jumps into his truck and starts his engine. He drives away in his falling apart (and also very loud) rusty monster. His so-called car cannot go straight. I think the guy is still drunk.
The nightmare is over, and the girl is free, but I don’t feel a relief. I know that one day he’ll be back. Maybe tomorrow or in two month, but he will.
I don’t really know her, this girl.
If I was to guess I would say she’s something about thirty years old, young and pretty she is. I know that she wait tables in a restaurant nearby, but I’ve never eaten there. She has a kid, and this tattooed jerk who she just threw out is not the kid’s father. Most of the details I know I’ve learned through these early morning outbursts. It’s like a very special TV show that is available only to us residents of this street. We don’t like the show that much, and new episodes are scheduled just awful, but we still watch it.
This time he’s back in two weeks. I figured they are back together when I bumped into the guy right on the street. He was walking the girls dog. Smiling, he said hello and asked me about the news. I never know how to react to that kind of things, so I just said “nothing much”.
I don’t know what he says or does to make up with my neighbor every time. Some of us neighbors say he has ‘magical powers’, and rolls eyes. Some are just pissed because we know that we are going to have the next episode very soon.
“Why don’t she find a normal guy” someone says. I just throw my hands up in the air because I know that this sometimes is the hardest thing to do.
Been there done that
Twenty seven years ago I was just a seventeen, and I fall in love with a bad guy who could play the guitar as a young god. I know exactly why it is impossible to be smart and reasonable when it comes to love. I was beaten and humiliated, and trashed, and I couldn’t live without him. My first husband that was. Every time I tried to leave him I would come back in tears incapable of living without him. I wasn’t happy with him, but I was nothing without him. Total disaster.
Until one day I just left him for good. I don’t really know what happened, what had changed, and why I stopped loving him. It felt like someone just just turned off the switch, and I got free.
The heart wants what it wants, and sometimes we just have no say in it. I don’t really know what my girl next door will do, but I feel for her. I definitely do. Maybe next day, next time, next five in the morning she will figure it out.