Naomi dragged herself out of bed, he sat on the side of the bed. She looked at the cracked walls. She huffed and went to the bathroom. She did her business and combed her tangled hair. She flinched at the pain when she tired to uncomd the matted tangles. Finally he gave up. She put the comb on the sink and went into the shower. She flipped the shower control on ‘hot’ but instead cold water came out. He wanted to cry but she had to get herself together before work. She washed herself quickly in the cold water. She wrapped an old towel around her body and went into her room and just on time the phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hey Naomi this is Scott we need you in New York now!!”
“But Scott I’m in Britain how in the world am I going to get to New York?”
“Take a plane.”
“I don’t have enough money for a plane.” Scott sucked his teeth.
“Fine, I’ll pay for it and Naomi you need to stop giving what you have to that homeless shelter.”
“Scott please stop, tell who is paying me to rise up the price until then I won’t be coming to New York.” Scott cursed under his breath.
“Ok but you are going to have to talk that up with Mr. Jackson.”
“ Mr. who?”
“Jackson. You know, Michael Jackson, he wants you to model his new clothing designs. You have to do a audition tomorrow.” Naomi closed her eyes and imagined what it would be like to model in front of Michael Jackson and for him.
“Ok but are you going to pay for the hotel too?”
“Yes I’ll even make sure you fly first class!” Naomi gushed with excitement. Even though it was a sarcastic joke Scott couldn’t resist the beautiful poor angel. He felt sorry for her all she wanted to do was give other people a good life.
“Thank you so much Scott I love you!”
“I love you too Pretty Girl.”
“Well Scott I’m going to pack bye.”
“Bye.” For the rest of the day Scott had Naomi in his mind. She was a dark goddess of love. Scott remembered the first time he met Naomi. He was at that crusty old homeless shelter serving food, making beds, and playing with children. Scott went into his kitchen. He had a picture of Naomi in a small picture frame. She was smiling very bright. He used to love Naomi. Hell, he still loved her. Him and Naomi use to date, but Scott couldn’t handle Naomi’s lifestyle.
“Oh Naomi, if you were still my woman I would treat you like the African Queen you are.” Scott huffed and went to his car not knowing where her was going.