Black Sheep in Society.

Emergency Room Black Sheep: A Monologue.

I can’t keep my legs from fidgeting. They keep bouncing in place as I sit in the waiting room of the hospital, looking around for any sign of a doctor that is taking care of Rosie. I had no choice but to let my parents take control of what was happening. What the fuck was I suppose to tell them? My mother looked at me and at Rosie and instantly turned white in the face. My father told my sisters to go to their room before he told my mom to start the car. He tells me to take a robe from the bathroom and put on Rosie. I gave her mine. He carried Rosie down the stairs and into the car, and I followed behind. My mom called Dylan’s cellphone, telling her and Reagan to stay in the house and that we should be home in a couple of hours. I sat in the backseat with Rosie, holding her with a blanket over her to keep her warm.

My mind comes back to the present when my mom walks over to me. I look up at her, hoping the doctor at least told her something.

“Is she okay?!” I asked. My mom sighed. She didn’t answer my question.

“What the hell happened, Micah?” she asked me, concerned.

“I don’t know! She came over looking like that and I was trying to help,” I tried to explain, but my mom wasn’t hearing me. She just wanted answers. I wanted them too. “Ma, is Rosie okay?”

“Do you know her parents? They need to be here,” she asked. I didn’t know what to say; I was so confused about everything that was happening already.

“She’s not from New York, she lives by herself, I– is she okay?!” I was annoyed that my mom wouldn’t answer my question. She looked at me, annoyed.

“Did she look okay hunched over in our living room half-naked, Micah?” she blurted out.

“Well, we are in a hospital, Ma, the one fucking place she should be okay in!” I yelled out. My dad walked toward us, trying to keep the peace between my mom and me. We always didn’t see eye-to-eye much. My dad says it’s because my mom and I think so much alike, our personalities just tend to clash. I just think my mom is overprotective and very stubborn at times.

“Hey, hey! Let’s not make this about us now,” my dad scolded. My mom gets up from her seat, stressed and nearly in tears.

“That girl came over time and time again to help Micah with his work and to see her the way she is now, I just…” She starts to cry. My dad tries to calm her down by giving her a hug and rubbing small circles on her back. Rosie needed someone to protect her, and I couldn’t even do that. I get up from my seat, frustrated and angry. My dad watches me walk away.

I walk out the front of the hospital and go inside my pockets, hoping I had a loosie in there. Of course, I fucking don’t. I spiral in place, not knowing what to do or think.

“Fuck!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. I didn’t care who heard me. I wanted nothing more than to beat the shit out of the one person I know who would do this to her. It was obvious that it was him. I’ve had this hunch for weeks and I hate myself for not saying something about it sooner. Now, she’s in a fucking hospital; traumatized and so fucking broken. I fear that Rosie won’t come back from this, and that’s what makes me want to bash this motherfucker’s face on the sidewalk.

He didn’t deserve her. Rosie deserves the fucking world and he’s nothing but scum. I suddenly become sad. Yeah, and she doesn’t deserve you either, Micah. You didn’t even see that she was hurting. Before I allowed myself to spiral, my dad calls out my name. I turn around to see him walking toward me.

“Hey, bud,” he greets me. He puts a hand on my shoulder and squeezes it. “You know how your mother gets. She’s just worried about you.”

“I know,” I quickly answered. “I hope she doesn’t think I did that to Rosie,” I admitted. I didn’t think my mom would think I would harm a girl like that, but there’s literally no other explanation besides the truth.

“She doesn’t think that,” my dad reassured. “She’s just concerned for your and her’s safety.” I don’t say anything back. At this point, I just want to know if she’s okay.

A nurse came out from the doors that led to the hospital rooms in the back, but none to ever come out and speak to us about Rosie. I was getting mad at this point; we’ve been here for hours and we couldn’t get answers or any updates on Rosie.

“Yo, what the fuck is up with Rosie Delgado?” I yelled out, surprising my parents.

“Micah,” my mom whispered at me. I wasn’t hearing it.

“No! We’ve been here for hours and we haven’t gotten a single word about her, like what kind of fucking hospital are you running here?” I get up and work to the receptionist. My parents try to pull me back toward my seat as I tried to resist.

“Micah, calm down!” my mom warned me. I couldn’t help it anymore. I just needed to know if my fucking best friend was severely injured or not.

It wasn’t until I saw a man come in, racing towards the receptionist desk.

“I’m Detective Sam Hudson, Philadelphia Police Department,” the man said. I looked at him, scrunching my eyebrows as he spoke. Philadelphia? As in the city Rosie is from? “I’m here to see Rosie Delgado.”

What the fuck is the police department in Philly doing here? Fuck, is it that serious that the police from her hometown have to get involved? I couldn’t help but eavesdrop; I was already sitting so close to the desk and I needed to know more.

“And what is your relationship to her?” The receptionist asked.

“I’m her guardian,” the man answered. What? The recpetionist lead the man towards the back door towards the hospital rooms. Nothing was making sense to me at that point. I really did not know Rosie the way I thought I did. Maybe she really is a person that I don’t know anything about. Maybe there was a reason this happened to her tonight. Maybe I’m defending someone who really is the bad guy in all of this. I rolled my eyes, frustrated at what was happening.

At this time, my mom got off the phone and sighed. She grabs her bag and gets up from her seat.

“I’m going to the bathroom; I’ll meet you guys out in the car,” she said to my dad as she left the waiting room.

“Wait, what? We’re leaving?! We can’t leave Rosie here!” I argued with my dad. He tried to calm me down before we were going to be escorted out my security.

“There’s nothing more we can do, Micah,” he began. “Her legal guardian is here and he will take care of her.”

“What the fuck! I need to know if she’s okay!” I wasn’t leaving that fucking hospital without any answers. “I need to know what the fuck happened! She needs to tell me who did this shit to her!”

“Micah, please,” my dad was growing annoyed at my behavior, and I didn’t fucking care. “We need to go home. Now.”

Before I knew, I was trying my best to get to the back door as a ple of desperation. I just wanted to fucking know if she was okay, that she wasn’t going to fucking die in that hospital room due to her injuries, that she wasn’t in some sort of severe coma or some shit. I just fucking needed answers.

I didn’t get those answers tonight. Security was called, and I was forced out of the hospital.

We got home and I immediately stormed into my room. I slammed the door shut, frustrated and exhausted. I took a deep breath in and out. I shut my eyes and opened them up. I looked at the ground where Rosie’s dress laid. I slowly walk to it and pick it up from the ground. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I sobbed, and couldn’t stop.

I’m so fucking sorry I failed you, Rosie.

Black Sheep in Society.

Fight and Flight Black Sheep: A Monologue.

I wanted to do nothing more than run to the bathroom and vomit. My stomach churned. I couldn’t believe what was in front of me. I leaned down towards Rosie and begin to pick her up. She was so fragile, barely the girl I saw on campus at the bookstore with her snarky remarks and comebacks; the girl that knew the answer to every question in our Art History class; the one who enjoys the Peanut Butter cup swirl milkshake just like as much as I do.

I lift her up as best as I could into my house, closing the front door behind me.

“Rosie? Hey? Can you hear me?” she didn’t answer me back. I didn’t expect her to. She was fucked up; I didn’t even know if she was conscious at that point. I carried her up the stairs to the apartment on the second floor. Once we got up there, I immediately took her to the bathroom. I turned her on the toilet as I ran the bathwater in hopes to clean her up. She immediately kneeled toward the ground and puked into the toilet bowl. I quickly held her hair back. I was so confused about what happened to Rosie tonight. It broke my heart to see her in this condition. She was unrecognizable.

“Rosie?” I try to look at her, but she drops her head low. I lift her from the ground and help her get into the bathtub. She sits there, still in her dress and matted hair. I went under the sink cabinet to grab washcloths to clean Rosie up. Her nose was covered in dry blood. Her upper lip was cut. Her eye was swollen shut. I look at the rest of her body and notice the new bruises. I also notice the old ones I’ve noticed on her weeks before. My gut feeling was right and I felt so fucking stupid for not helping her when I had the chance.

I gently placed the washcloth on the cuts that were on her face. She winced in pain and panicked once she realized I was sitting there.

“Hey, hey. It’s me, Micah. You’re safe, I promise,” I tell Rosie, trying to calm her down. Fuck, man; what really happened to you? She takes deep breaths and looks around. She holds her head in her hands, which I immediately prevent from happening. “Let’s keep your head up, Roe.” God forbid she passes out from a concussion or something. I run the faucet and take the empty glass from the sink to fill it up with water so she can drink something.

“Here, drink some water.” I hand the glass of water to Rosie, which she begins to drink. I can see the trace of blood on the glass when she stops. She looks at me and begins to shiver. I yank the towel from the shower rod and place it on the sink as I help Rosie up from the tub. I wrap the towel around her and walk her to my room where she could change into something warmer. I sit her down on my desk chair as I go through my dresser for some clothes. I take out a sweatshirt and sweatpants and turn around towards Rosie.

“Here, you can wear these and get out of those clothes,” I said as I hand her the clothes. She doesn’t take them. “Rosie?” I call out for her. She slowly lifts her head up. She’s not gonna be able to get dressed by herself.

“Hey, Rosie… Is it okay if I help you put these clothes on you?” I asked politely. She doesn’t answer even if she’s shivering intensely now. “Come on,” I slowly stand her up to unzip her dress from the back. “I’m going to take off your wet dress, okay?” She doesn’t answer. I unzip her dress slowly and gently slide the straps down her arms. The dress drops to the floor and I look back up towards Rosie. My eyes widen. What the actual fuck happened to you? She was covered in various colors of bruises. Her hips were bruised the worst; I squeezed my eyes shut at the sight. They open when she screams. I panic at the noise.

“Stay away! Stay away, please!” Rosie cries out, backing away from me.

“Shh, Rosie; it’s okay, you’re safe–“

It was too late. She was panicking and I tried to calm her down. When I tried to cover her body with the towel at least, she scratched my face with her nails. I immediately reacted to the pain, holding my face.

“Fuck! Roe, please calm down, you need to put some clothes on,” I pleaded. She grabbed her wet dress from the floor and ran out of my room. I was afraid she was going to hurt herself; she was barely able to move on her own in the first place. I ran after her, trying to calm her down until I heard her scream in the living room. I ran toward the living room and stop as soon as I see Rosie. She’s on the floor, hands over her head, sobbing.

My mom and dad stand near the front door, shocked to see her there, and me holding my face.


Black Sheep in Society.

Black Sheep Brings Bad Luck: A Monologue.

Prescott texted me on this particular night. It was weird; I am usually the one that texts him first. I didn’t think much about it. He must want to talk about what happened a couple of weeks ago. I haven’t seen him since and, I can’t lie, money was becoming extremely tight. I didn’t realize how much I depended on Prescott’s money until I realized picking up “dates” was the only way I could get extra money. He hated when I did it, but I needed the money. I needed to survive.

It was cold on this particular night; the Fall was turning into the winter and the cocktail dress I wore to Prescott’s place wasn’t helping. I walked up to the front door of Prescott’s building, expecting to be greeted by his very rude housekeeper. This night, Prescott personally opened the door. He smiled at me. It was a relief that he was smiling. I smiled back.

“Hey Rosie,” Prescott softly said. He closed the door behind us and then kissed me on the cheek. I immediately smelled the alcohol on his breath. I turned around, facing him.

“Hey. You’ve been drinking?” I asked, curious at what could possibly be the reason he was drinking alone on a Friday night.

“Yep,” Prescott happily answered. I didn’t question it afterward. He simply took my hand and guided me towards the bifurcated staircase. I didn’t question his intentions. I needed the money and if we’re being honest here; I really missed his company.

He opened the door to his study. Books surround the walls of the room, a grand piano sits in the corner of the room. His blackwood-made desk is full of paperwork at the moment. I was curious on why we were in here today. I didn’t question him about it though.

Prescott went towards the mini bar area of the study, pulling out two glasses. He pours scotch in them; I know this because it’s his favorite to drink. He walks over to me and hands me one of the glasses. He lifts his glass, ready to cheer for something.

“What are we celebrating?” I asked. His million dollar flashes and my legs start feeling weak. Fuck, you’re attractive.

“You are now looking at the proud owner of one of the most prestigious companies within the Joneson firm,” he proudly said. I gasp, happy to hear that his hard work has finally paid off. I place my drink on the table, wrapping my arms around Prescott to congratulate him.

“That’s amazing! I’m so happy for you!” I said and tended to kiss him quickly. When I kissed him, he deepened the kiss; his tongue slid into my mouth. It was hot of him to do. I didn’t question him. I attempted the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck and running my fingers through his hair. He broke up the kiss and walked over towards his desk and looked at all the paperwork on it. He brushed off all the paperwork, which scattered around the study. I smiled as he smiled. I walked over to him and began to kiss him again. He lifted me up into his arms and placed me on the desk. It was any girl’s dream to be fucking a multi-millionaire in his place of work. I felt on top of the world when I was on top of him that night.

Then I was thrown down when my phone rang in my purse. I was nervous; there was no reason someone should be calling me right now. Fuck, if it’s Micah I swear to God… I didn’t get to my phone when it rang for the third time. Prescott walked over to my purse, annoyed at the constant ring of the cellphone. I didn’t know who it was, but I was already scared to see Prescott’s mood immediately shift.

“Babe–” I called for him. I hoped he would come back to me. I hoped he would just want to be with me for the night, embrace me and love him the way I loved him. He didn’t.

Prescott turned my purse and dumped out everything from it. I was in shock.

“Prescott, what the fuck?” I was angry that he would invade my personal belongings like that. He grabbed my phone off the floor and looked at the missed calls. His laugh echoes the room.

“This is a new name,” he calmly says. I don’t know what he’s talking about. I panic, quickly getting up and walking toward Prescott. He doesn’t give me back my phone when I try to get it.

“Prescott, give me my phone back,” I demanded.

“Why? So you can text the next guy that you’ll be on your way when you collect your money for tonight?” Prescott mocked. I didn’t answer him back. Half of it was true; I needed his money, but I swear I was also here for him. I tried to reach for my phone again; it was no use. “So what does Hudson do? What services does he pay you for?” Prescott continued. I scrunched my eyebrows, confused. I felt the oxygen leave my head. Prescott doesn’t know Hudson.

“Hudson is my–” I started to say. I jumped up, startled when I see Prescott throw my phone across the study and shatter once it hits the wall. “What the fuck are you doing?!” I said, angry as fuck.

“I’m sick and tired of all these fucking phone calls you get from these guys! First some guy named Micah, now Hudson? Who else are you fucking for money?” Prescott spat.

“I’m not fucking anyone else, asshole!” I didn’t mean to call him an asshole. I was upset that I didn’t have my cellphone anymore and that I couldn’t afford to get another one. I was panicking; I needed the money from Prescott tonight. Maybe that’s why I didn’t leave after that happened.

Prescott grabbed me by my dress and backed me against the wall. I winced in pain as my back hit the bookshelf. He grabbed my face with one hand, never letting go of my dress with the other.

“Prescott, please! You’re hurting me!” I yelled out. He squeezed my face tighter, making it harder to breathe. “Prescott!”

“Let me tell you something, Rosie,” he began. Everytime I tried to get out of his grip, he slammed me back in place, disciplining me by slapping me on the face. “You are just a nobody. You will never mount to anything great in life, and you’re just an easy fuck.” I began to cry, not because of his words, but I was genuinely afraid of Prescott when he got this way. He grabbed my face when I wasn’t looking at him. “Do you understand, Rosie? Am I making myself loud and clear?”

“Prescott, I–“

I don’t remember what happened after that, all I remember was holding my face as my nose and mouth bled. I was on the floor at this time. Prescott stood in front of me. I couldn’t hear what he was asking me; my ears rang after he had punched me. I immediately felt the wind come out of me. I gasped for air. I held my stomach, choking on my own breath. I looked up at Prescott. He kneeled down at me, taking his hand and wiping the tears and blood off my face. He kissed me as I cried.

I ran over the Brooklyn bridge that night. I couldn’t feel the pain in my body at that point. I just needed to get far away as possible from the city. I didn’t know where to go. I had nowhere to go. My body was not mine that night, and it didn’t care how many fucking bridges I burnt. It was the only place I could think of for help.

I run up the stoop of a house and began knocking on the door. I began to bang on the door, crying as I felt completely hopeless in that moment.

“Micah! Please!” I called out. My voice was hoarse. I felt sick to my stomach. All I could do is continue banging on the front door, hoping he was home this particular night.

The door opened and sobbed once it did.


Black Sheep in Society.

Black Sheep Streets & Dreams: A Monologue.

“Ugh, fuck my life.”

I gathered my duffle bag from the train tracks and walked behind one of the pillars as the D train passed by, going towards the city. It’s literally about to be midnight and these trains are passing by like it’s rush hour. Once it speeds by, I get out from behind the pillar and place my duffle bag back on the tracks. I take out a couple of paints and begin to spray the wall. This was the best time to practice my art on a larger canvas, plus it seems like no one has found this spot beside me.

I needed to come out here and get my mind off of things. It’s been a while since I had a chance to come here and just do what I love doing. I look at the mural of all the drawings I’ve done since moving to Philly a little over a year ago. Some are faded from the cruel New York weather, and some are partially covered in dirt and debris from the passing trains. I don’t mind, though. It’s just nice to know I haven’t got caught and arrested for vandalism yet. Shit, imagine if you did? Hudson would flip out on you, bitch!

Hudson is the parent I never had; in a way, he’s been more of a parent-figure in my life more than my actual parents ever were. We met when he was working on a missing person’s case; his daughter’s case to be exact. He had a feeling she was roaming around the streets of Philly as a runaway. I was taken in after I tipped him off when really I was trying to escape my shitty boyfriend and his junkie ass friends. At that time, we needed each other. I really wish I was able to be a better person for at least him. He’s the reason I was able to come to New York and go to college. I wish I was able to come to him with things when I needed advice. But, I’m too ashamed. You’re just a fuck up, Rosie.

I get back to my place around 2 o’clock in the morning. The streets are fairly quiet besides that one screeching couple that always fights at this time of night a couple of buildings down from mine. I closed the door behind me and dropped my bag near the door. I wash my hands in the kitchen sink since the bathroom one still needs to get fixed. Fuck; Rosie, we need money to get that fixed. I dry my hands and walk toward the tiny couch in the open area and sit down.

I look around the place at what I call home. I got this place from the guy who owns this building; he was looking for someone to take the place when he found out he could rent it out to poor, desperate college students who can’t afford to live in a dorm on campus. I lived in worst places than this. This is the closest feeling to home for me.

So it bothered me when Micah looked at my place like it was a piece of shit. I roll my eyes at the thought of Micah; fucking asshole. I couldn’t understand what his motive was at times; it’s like he gets off on looking after me like I’m some troubled-ass girl. Something always threw me off about the way he just became friends with me. I hated feeling like I was some sort of project for people to feel good about the good deeds they do. I’m a grown-ass woman and I don’t need people looking after me.

I am always taking care of myself, even when I was younger. My parents were these two self-centered people who decided a child would solve all of their marriage problems. My father cheated on my mother more times than I can remember. My mother couldn’t keep her hands away from drugs. Then there was me, a kid that had to learn how to cross the streets on my own because I needed to go get milk and cereal to eat. I learned how to tie my own shoes. I learned what was right and wrong. I taught myself how to live this life, and that’s why it pisses me off when people waltz into my life and think they know what’s best for me, especially Micah Kamalani.

I look at my phone and my stomach immediately turns. There’s articles about Prescott getting taken in by the police after what happened the other night. I squeezed my eyes shut, and opened them as I let out a deep breath.

“Prescott,” I pulled him towards the bathroom to get some privacy. I saw him smiling, and he immediately begins to unbuckle his pants once I close the bathroom door behind us. “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean? You pulled me in here,” Prescott answered.

“Yeah, to tell you that I never agreed with this,” I admitted. Prescott scoffed and began to tighten his belt. “You had no right to bring your friend here thinking I was just this rag doll you throw around and share with other people–“

“Rosie baby,” Prescott interrupts me. “I’m sorry to burst your bubble, but I pay you to be whatever I want you to be. You agreed to that.” Prescott grabbed my face, squeezing it tight and hurting my jaw. I tried to wiggle out of his grip, but he’s too strong.

“Prescott, stop!” I screamed out. Before I could get out of the bathroom, he slams the door in front of me, in which part of my hair gets caught on the door. I yelp in pain. He doesn’t care.

“Tonight, I want you to be a good girl for me and our company today,” Prescott softly said as he kissed my cheek. I pushed him away, which gave me time to leave the bathroom in a hurry.

I walk into the living room to see Prescott’s friend sitting on the couch, man-spreading and his arm extended on the back of the couch. I stop when I see him.

“You need to leave,” I sternly said. the guys gets up from the couch and laughs in disbelief.

“What?” he said. Shortly after, I hear Prescott coming into the living room area.

“You need to leave my apartment,” I said once more. Prescott comes up to me and grabs my wrists, pretending to be affectionate towards me. He squeezes them tightly. I swear I can hear my bones crack in place.

“She’s just playing, man,” Prescott said. He pushes me to walk towards my bed, and I begin to panic. I begin to yell and scream, in which his friend backs away.

“Look, man I’m out of here. Your escort is so entitled,” the guys aid and began to walk out. Once he left, Prescott saw red.

I jump up when the wind knocks something over from my nightstand. I walk over to it and pick it up. I don’t know why I can’t sleep in my own bed tonight, but my body just slides down the side of the bed and I start to cry. I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore.

Black Sheep in Society.

Black Eyes on Black Sheep: A Monologue.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I don’t remember how I went from the pizza shop to this part of Brooklyn. It’s like my feet kept going, running in fear and in need of answers. I didn’t care where the fuck I was going, and I know that if Rosie really is okay and I just show up at her place, she was going to be even angrier at me. I didn’t care. I needed to know if she was okay.

I finally get to the building where Rosie lives; I was kinda confused about why it was so quiet. Maybe it was someone else? I mean, it’s not surprising if it was since Prescott is known to be with multiple girls. I walk towards the long staircase leading up to the door that I saw Rosie standing near that one day. I can’t lie, I was nervous to go up there and see if she was okay. What if she was badly bruised? What if she was just passed out on her bed with no one there to help her? I guess my emotions were the ones moving my feet upwards, towards this apartment that didn’t really look like an apartment. That can’t be where she lives. Maybe she just hangs out here.

I reached the door and felt my stomach turn. I softly knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked a little harder the second time. No answer.

“Rosie!” I shouted, not caring if the neighborhood was going to hear me. I banged on the door harder; every minute that I didn’t get an answer made me anxious and worried for Rosie. Like, I haven’t fucking seen her in like two weeks, she’s ignoring my texts, and now this? I’m angry she would even let someone like Prescott Jones into her life. Celebrities truly only care about their own image, and I can imagine Prescott doing whatever it takes to keep his image as good as possible.

I keep banging on the door until, finally, the door swings open. I look at the person standing there. I am genuinely confused.

“Roe?” I questioned. Rosie stood there just as confused to see me here. I already know how bad this is going to go. She never invited me to her place, yet she’s going to wonder how the fuck I was able to find her place.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Rosie spat back. I’m not surprised. I truly did not know how to answer. Her apartment threw me off guard. It wasn’t one of those modern Brooklyn apartments most old movie theaters get turned into. For lack of a better word, her apartment looked like shit. I couldn’t imagine Rosie actually living here, but the environment says otherwise. There’s a full-size bed on one side of the apartment, followed by a futon in the middle of the room and a small TV on a coffee table. She definitely lived here, and I didn’t understand why.

“Are-are you okay?” I barely could get the words out of my mouth. Because of that, Rosie looked like she was going to yank them out for me. She really didn’t want me to find out about her apartment.

“What do you mean if I’m okay?! What the fuck are you even doing here?!” Rosie grew louder. I can see the neighborhood begin looking up towards the long staircase. If this was the place Prescott typically comes to see Rosie, I needed to get her out of the street yelling like that. It’s bad enough that Prescott coming here makes this a hot spot for the media.

I pushed her inside her apartment and closed the door behind us. Rosie came charging at me, and luckily I was prepared for a pissed-off Rosie. I grabbed her by the wrists before she was able to push me. I was prepared for her to fight back, but instead, she winced in pain. I immediately let go of them. I glanced at her wrists before she was able to hide them in her sweater. What the fuck is going on, Rosie?

“Are your wrists okay?” I asked. I couldn’t think of anything else to ask.

“Are you stalking me or something?” she blurted out. It made me angry that she would think of me so lowly until I realized she doesn’t know that I knew where she lived. She didn’t give me a chance to respond back to her dumb question. “Stop being a fucking creep and looking up people’s addresses when you’re bored!”

“Maybe if you knew what you were talking about, maybe then you wouldn’t sound like an entitled bitch,” I snapped back. I used this opportunity to finally let her know why I was here. “I saw on Twitter that Prescott was–“

I thought I was going to get the opportunity. I then realized I am dealing with Rosie Delgado: the most stubborn girl I have ever met.

“You and this Prescott thing! I swear I don’t know why you have this vendetta against him, but I have nothing to do with him!” She proclaimed. I didn’t even bother answering her back; I went ahead and said what I wanted to say.

“I saw Prescott walking into your apartment a couple of weeks ago,” I stated. She finally stopped talking to listen to me, even if she scoffed immediately after.

“Oh really? Is that the story you’re going with?” she teased.

“Prescott drives a white Porsche; I only know that because it’s constantly parked on campus and whenever I see him coming out of it, you do too. Seriously Rosie, if you’re trying to hide your relationship from the world, the least you can do is–“

Rosie never truly lets me finish my sentences, which pisses me off. Maybe half the shit that comes out of her mouth can be prevented if she just would fucking listen for once in a while.

“You living your life through another celebrity is pathetic, bro; like just say you wanna suck his dick or something–” Rosie said. I couldn’t hold back my anger or frustration anymore. It’s like this girl isn’t letting me tell her that I’m here because I was afraid that son-of-a-bitch hurt her. She would rather hide his actions than tell someone who cares about her.

“Nah, some other girls are already doing that for him,” I snapped back. She didn’t like that and I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at her. “You know, for someone that’s not dating him, you sure look angry thinking about Prescott having his dick sucked by other chicks.”

“Is Kalia one of them? Is that why you’re so obsessed with him?” Rosie always had something to say, and at this point, I saw them coming from a mile away.

“Nah, I was just online when I saw that asshole got arrested after a ‘dispute’ here last night. What happened? Caught your man with another woman and you guys had a fight?” Rosie charged at me and I immediately blocked myself behind a lone table in the middle of her apartment. She grew frustrated and gave up; she huffed and stopped chasing me around the table.

“You know what’s not cool, Micah? Saying that we’re friends and yet you make my life a living hell by not respecting personal boundaries!” Rosie argued.

“Boundaries? Roe, I haven’t seen you in weeks! You haven’t said a word to me since that day in the lounge, and you expect me to not worry about you?” I admitted to her.

“Dude, I never told you where I lived! You just showed up here like you were invited and–“

“I saw you and Prescott here one day after my doctor’s appointment,” I finally said. She stopped talking, which was new considering she hasn’t let me finish a goddamn sentence since I got here. “I thought maybe this was just your secret hangout spot or whatever, I don’t know. But…” I looked around the bare-empty apartment and back at Rosie. I was truly concerned at that point for her. “… You actually live here. Why didn’t you just tell me? Do you think I would judge you or something?”

It hurts to think that although I’ve told her so much about my life, I barely knew hers. I wasn’t asking to know every little thing about her, but it would’ve been nice to know my goddamn best friend–

Best friend? Really Micah? You don’t even know her.

Before I could gather my thoughts, Rosie is pushing me towards the front door, clearly upset at me. My feet naturally went towards the direction that she was pushing me.

“Just get the fuck out of here! Stay out of my business and out of my life!” Rosie yelled out. When we reached the front door, I turned around, looking at Rosie.

“Roe, please–” I started to say, but of course, Rosie always has to have the last word.

“Don’t fucking call me that! As a matter of fact, don’t fucking call me ever again! We are not friends!” Rosie slammed the door in my face. I didn’t even bother fighting with her. I mean, what was the point in trying to reason with someone like her? She was going to do whatever the fuck she wants to do.

Then why the fuck do I care about her so much?

Black Sheep in Society.

Dissolving Black Sheep: A Monologue.

Is this my revenge or something?

This has been the second week Rosie hasn’t been in our Art History class. I couldn’t care less about this class, but doesn’t Rosie need this class for her major? Our professor enters the room and everyone quiets down. I look down at my phone, hoping Rosie texted me back, but I don’t have much hope. She hasn’t texted me since we had that huge fight in the lounge a couple of weeks ago.

I felt like shit leaving campus that day without apologizing to Rosie. I should’ve just sucked it up and been the bigger person. Rosie, from what I’ve learned from being her friend, gets extremely defensive. She will try to hurt you and insult you to not make it about her anymore, and I can’t sit here and lie and say what she said about Kalia and I didn’t hurt. But, maybe it hurt because it was the truth.

That’s when I realized that Rosie’s defensive mechanism was to hurt people when people hurt her with the truth. She was dating Prescott Jones, and she didn’t want anyone to know; not even the one person she trusted.

I just didn’t understand why would she have such a strong opinion on the lifestyle Kalia has. She didn’t even know Kalia, yet she hated her like she did. She hated her before I even really became friends with her; like is Kalia an ex of Prescott’s or something? She wasn’t, and she never acted like she was, so what the fuck was it about Kalia and her life that ticked Rosie off?

I envied Kalia’s life because I knew I couldn’t be the type of boyfriend her life requires. I’m not put together, I’m covered in tattoos, my hair is all over the place, and my fashion crosses over to angsty emo with a hint of baggy and homeless-looking.

“Micah?” my professor called out. I looked up.


“I asked if you heard from Rosie lately. Is she alright?” my professor asked. What the fuck was I suppose to say? Yeah, she’s just being her moody and stubborn self and probably doesn’t want to be in the same class as me anymore!

“She’s alright. She’s been really sick. I’ll share my notes with her.” I quickly said. My professor didn’t even question it; he continued with the attendance sheet. I was growing angry now; if she was really avoiding coming to class because she’s still mad at me, then that’s really pathetic of her. Like, I could’ve just dropped the class–

What the fuck are you talking about? Dropping a class for a chick?

I would if it meant she would come back to class and pass for her major.

“My dad doesn’t hate you, babe,” Dani laughed as she told Tanner. I couldn’t help but laugh at Tanner’s straight face.

“Your dad literally gives me the death stare every time I come over,” Tanner responded.

“I give you the death stare too; it runs in the family,” Dani protested.

“Oh yeah, your mom invented resting bitch face and passed it down to you,” I teased. Dani nodded her head, agreeing with me. Tanner doesn’t move. I laughed it off and continued to scroll through my phone while we wait for our pizza to come out.

“Besides, my dad is happy if you keep me happy, and buying me pizza makes me happy,” Dani tells Tanner. He smiles and kisses her on the forehead. I make a gagging noise just to fuck with them. Of course, Dani rolls her eyes at me, calling me a hater. I looked back down at my phone, laughing.

“So, Tonya said that there’s another gig in a couple of weeks at the lounge,” Tanner said to me. I looked back up, away from my phone. “She asked if you were going to perform.”

“Eh, I’ll think about it. It’s been hard lately to find time to make any new music anyway,” I responded back, not really interested in doing another gig at the lounge; not after what happened last time with Kalia.

“Dude, it’s for their New Year’s Eve event. You know that’s the biggest event of the year for them,” Tanner explained. That still wasn’t convincing enough. I felt like the Oxygen Lounge wasn’t the same now that Rosie knows about it. It felt like it was now a place where Rosie and I became friends, and with us not being on great terms, I couldn’t think about the Oxygen Lounge.

“I don’t know, I’ll see. When’s the deadline to sign up?” I asked.

“November 29th,” I widen my eyes in disbelief. That was literally in a week and a half.

“I can’t, I really don’t have anything prepared,” I responded. Dani huffs and puffs, like she always does, at my answer.

“You’ll find time,” she started. “You always do anything. It’s not like you to miss an important event like that.”

I had no energy to go back and forth with Dani, so I was happy that the pizza came out at the right time. I take a slice of pizza and immediately place it on a paper plate. My phone vibrates on the table. I was hoping it was Rosie; I just need her to answer my fucking messages.

“Man, you’re like glued on your phone lately; you texting another chick now?” Dani teased. I brush it off immediately, not really caring about what she was saying. It wasn’t Rosie. It wasn’t even a message; it was a notification from Twitter. My eyes widen. I felt sick to my stomach.

Heir millionaire Prescott Jones was taken into custody after a violent encounter broke out in South Brooklyn late last night. Reports say the incident involved and a woman in her early 20’s.

I’m internally panicking. Rosie.

Black Sheep in Society.

Suspicious of a Black Sheep: A Scene.

There’s light snow from the past weekend’s snow shower on the grass on the campus. Micah walks out from one of the classroom buildings; he’s officially on his break between classes. He immediately begins to walk towards the Campus Center, the building where the bookstore is located. He is on a mission to talk to Rosie, but his two friends call out for him.

He turns around and waits for Dani and Tanner to catch up.

Dani: Where are you going?

Micah: I was going to get a drink from the bookstore real quick…

Dani: There are literally vending machines in every building though.

Micah: Maybe I want something that isn’t in the machines, Dani.

Dani rolls her eyes; Tanner laughs as he snacks on a bag of chips.

Dani: Well, hurry up; we rented a room in the library to study and our time is about to start.

Micah: I’ll meet you guys there.

Micah continues to head toward the Campus Center.

When Micah walks into the building, he immediately walks toward the bookstore. He looks at his phone for the time. He looks back up at the front door of the store as they open. It’s Rosie.

Rosie: Micah?

Micah: Hey, Roe… nice seeing you after like a week.

Rosie walks away from the bookstore; Micah follows her.

Rosie: I’ve been busy with other shit.

Micah: Oh? Like what?

Rosie: Just things, Micah.

Micah stops following Rosie. He notices something weird about Rosie’s appearance.

Micah: Hey.

Rosie stops walking and turns around. Micah walks up to where she is and respectfully tilts her head. There’s a bruise on the side of Rosie’s neck.

Micah: You good? That looks painful as fuck–

Rosie leans away from Micah, popping her collar up to hide it. She turns around to keep walking. Micah follows behind.

Micah: Hello? Roe? I’m talking to you–

Rosie: *annoyed* For fuck’s sake, just drop it! It’s not even that deep!

Micah: Well you still better get that shit looked at before the rabies in the animal that bit you gets in your body.

Rosie rolls her eyes and walks into the lounge room. Micah follows.

Rosie: Don’t you have somewhere else to be?

Micah: Oh, you mean the study session we had planned for a week straight already but someone keeps postponing? Come on, Rosie, this test is going to be–

Rosie: *yells* Get the fuck off my back, Micah! I’m fine, everything is fine, and all I want to do is be left the fuck alone!

Rosie turns around and faces away from Micah. Micah rolls his eyes.

Micah: Whatever. Call me when you’re not in a mood.

Micah walks out of the lounge room. He makes his way to the library where his friends are waiting for him.

As he walks out of the building, Micah checks his phone; Twitter specifically. He scrolls through the different tweets and trending topics. He stops in place to read something on his phone.

Prescott Jones gets cozy with another heir millionaire, Cecelia Green in a luxury lounge in NYC! Is this the next power couple in business?

Micah’s eyebrows cock up. He looks back at the campus center where Rosie is.

Micah: Nah, fuck that.

Micah goes back into the building to go back to where Rosie is. He power walks into the lounge room, where Rosie is still hanging out in.

Micah: Roe–

Rosie audibly sighs.

Rosie: Yo, dude I swear to God just–

Micah: Listen, you gave me shit about Kalia and now it’s my turn to give you shit about that douchebag.

Rosie: Who?

Micah: I read the headlines. He moved on to a new girl? Man, fuck that dick–

Rosie: I don’t know who the hell you’re talking about.

Micah: *annoyed* Prescott Jones, Roe. I know you two were dating.

Rosie looks at Micah directly now in the face.

Rosie: I don’t know what drugs you’re on today, but I wasn’t dating Prescott Jones.

Micah: Bullshit.

Rosie: *angry* Stop assuming shit, Micah! I’m so sick and tired of you pushing this agenda on me like–

Micah laughs out loud, cutting Rosie off mid-sentence. It upsets Rosie.

Rosie: What the fuck is wrong with you?

Micah: *not amused* You know, you should’ve been an actress because you’ve been really convincing this whole time. *serious* I know you and Prescott Jones were a thing. I saw you at the Placy Gala. I called you by name and you answered back. I’ve seen Prescott’s fancy-ass car in the shitty parking lot outside the library and every time it’s there, you come out of it. So please, Roe; don’t lie to me.

Rosie doesn’t say anything at first until she smiles in his face and giggles.

Rosie: You think you know me because I helped you with a couple of class assignments when you were skipping school after your dumb ex dumped you? Do you think because you saw some girl with brown curly hair at some snobby gala that it was automatically me? Sorry to break it to you, man, but you don’t know shit about me. Just because your business was out in the open for the world to see, doesn’t mean everyone else lives the life you lived. Get a fucking grip, Micah. Don’t read into everything, maybe that’s why Kalia dumped you in the first place. You assume shit that has nothing to do with you.

Rosie and Micah are now face-to-face, not moving a muscle.

Rosie: Also, just a little reminder since you don’t get the hint. When I don’t pick up my phone, it means I’m fucking busy with my life. Maybe you should try to actually live yours now that you don’t have Kalia telling you how to live it.

This angers Micah, but it mostly hurts him. He doesn’t move, but Rosie walks past him and toward the front door of the lounge. Micah turns around before she opens and leaves.

Micah: That’s pretty shitty of you, Rosie. Maybe you were right, but maybe the reason why you don’t have any friends is that you’re shitty toward your friends.

Rosie sticks up the middle finger at Micah and walks out.

Dani: And that’s how you get to “y”, smartass.

Dani and Tanner argue over a math problem they are trying to solve. Micah sits across from them, not paying much attention.

Tanner: But that’s not the way the Professor wants us to do the problem!

Dani: He should only care about getting the right answer! *to Micah* How did you solve it?

Micah stares into space. He doesn’t respond.

Dani: *calls out* Micah!

Micah: *annoyed* What?!

Dani: Why are you so distracted? We agreed to study for our Math test.

Micah: I agreed to meet you guys here, I didn’t say anything about studying.

Dani: Then what was the point of helping to pay for the study room?

Micah: *annoyed* I really don’t have the energy to deal with your shit, Dani. So please, just let me be.

Dani: Eww, what crawled up your ass today?

Micah: *stands up* The stick that is always up yours!

Dani: *stands up as well* Go fuck yourself, Micah!

Micah: Is that all you can say? Huh? Huh?!

Tanner gets up and breaks up the fight.

Tanner: Both of you calm down please before we get banned from the library!

Micah sits back down in his seat and looks at his phone. Dani and Tanner look at him.

Tanner: You’ve been on edge all day, man. What’s wrong?

Micah doesn’t say anything. Dani sucks her teeth and starts to pack her books in her bag.

Dani: I’m not staying around to hear more about Kalia…

Dani walks out of the study room and slams the door behind her.

Tanner: Is it about Kalia?

Micah: *randomly* I’m sick of bitches assuming they know me. Like, I’m a nice guy! I’m a great friend! And what do they do? Assuming I’m trying to fuck them or something when I’m being a friend!

Tanner: Who is it?

Micah looks at Tanner and shakes his head.

Micah: Nobody. Seriously a nobody.

Micah goes back on his phone, not paying attention to what Tanner is saying at this point.

Black Sheep in Society.

Surprised Little Black Sheep: A Scene.

The Brooklyn air is crisp and cold these days; the leaves are barely hanging onto the trees and the sun isn’t as bright as it once was. Coming out of an office building is Micah who is now standing on his own and healed from the bookstore incident. He looks down at his phone until his phone rings. He answers the phone.

Micah: Hey mom… yeah I just got out of the doctor’s office; he said everything is good. I’m taking the train home so I’ll be home soon… okay, love you too.

Micah hangs up the phone and walks in the direction of the train station. He walks down the street looking down at this phone until he bumps into a crowd of people with cameras. Micah immediately panics, thinking they will follow him after his break up with Kalia. He takes a detour and walks down a less familiar block towards the train station.

This block, in particular, has nothing but abandoned buildings. It makes Micah a little uneasy, but he continues to walk his path to the train station.

Stopping at one of the sidewalks waiting for the light to change, he sees a particular building with a long staircase extending toward the roof of the building. He sees someone standing there; a woman. As the light changes, he walks closer to the building, realizing the woman standing at the top of the stairs is someone he knows.

Micah: *to himself* Roe?

He takes his phone out of his sweater pocket and calls Rosie while looking at the woman at the staircase. The phone rings and without being surprised, the woman on the staircase answers the phone.

Rosie: Micah?

Micah: Hey Roe! I just wanted to let you know that everything went well at the doctor’s today. Got me walking like a normal person again.

Rosie: That’s great! Finally, you’ll be on campus again.

Micah keeps looking up at Rosie on the staircase.

Micah: Are you busy? I figured we could hang out before I–

Micah turns his head around and sees a very fancy car with black tinted windows driving alongside the street. It feels really out of the place with the run-down abandoned buildings. He sees the car park right outside of the abandoned building.

Rosie: Ahh, I can’t; I’m actually getting ready for plans I made with some friends.

Micah: Oh, alright; that’s cool…

He looks at the person getting out of the fancy car; to his surprise, it’s Prescott Jones: the heir millionaire he’s seen a couple of times at fancy events when he was with Kalia. He thinks back to the gala, remembering he saw Rosie there even though she denied it. He knew he wasn’t seeing things when he saw her there.

Micah: Well, text me whenever you’re free so we could talk about the test coming up–

Rosie: Yeah, I will; bye Micah!

He sees Rosie hang up the phone as Prescott walks up the long staircase. Micah gets annoyed that Rosie would lie to him about her plans, but what the fuck is Rosie doing with someone like Prescott Jones?

Micah gets home, still thinking about what he saw with Rosie. He looks up articles about Prescott Jones possibly being in a relationship, but nothing comes up.

Micah: Why the fuck would she give me a hard time about Kalia when she’s literally seeing someone like Prescott Jones…

He looks at his phone, tempted to call Rosie. He doesn’t understand why he feels the way he feels about Rosie and Prescott being together, but it bothers him. He picks up the phone and dials Rosie’s number.

Clothes are off, hands all over each other’s bodies, and Rosie and Prescott are both kissing each other in bed. Before things get too heated, Rosie’s phone rings on her nightstand. It makes her jump up and looks toward it. Prescott looks at the phone and reaches for it.

Rosie: Prescott, wait!

Prescott looks at the name on the phone; it reads “Micah”. He faces the phone toward Rosie to show her who it is. She’s mortified at that moment. Prescott throws Rosie off of him toward the empty side of her bed, getting up from it.

Rosie: Prescott, that’s just a friend of mine–

Prescott: You know, I would’ve believed you a month ago, but this motherfucker’s number is always coming up on your phone!

Rosie: You… you’ve looked through my phone?

Prescott: You’ve been acting weird lately, and like I get that you need money and shit, but you’ve been asking for so much lately and like… *looks around* You’re still living in this hole in the wall. And now this guy is always calling your phone and shit, like how am I supposed to feel knowing that all of a sudden, there’s another guy?!

Rosie: *upset* That doesn’t mean that you have every right to look through my phone!

Prescott: Yeah, I do if I’m fucking paying for that bill! Or is it your secret phone that you use for your other hookups? I knew you couldn’t be trusted.

Rosie: It’s not even like that! Fuck you for thinking that I would be that way when I told you countless times I’m not like that!

Prescott walks up to Rosie, looking down at her now. Rosie swallows hard.

Prescott: Don’t fuck with me, Rosie. I don’t have time to be dealing with your bullshit if it ever gets out. We had an agreement–

Rosie: An agreement you broke whenever you’re doing events and shit that you don’t take me to anymore!

Prescott: Not after the fucking scene you caused at the Placy Gala! You know, you’re not a woman you take out and flaunt to the world; you are just some slut that allows anyone to fuck her just so she can get a quick buck because she’s incapable of doing anything right.

Rosie doesn’t say anything, she just grabs her phone and throws it in Prescott’s direction; hitting the wall next to him. He turns around and grabs Rosie by the arms, lifting her up from the ground.

Prescott: Try some shit like that with me again and I’ll fucking break your arms.

He squeezes harder which makes Rosie wince in pain.

Rosie: Prescott! Stop!

Prescott: Do I make myself clear?

Rosie: *pleads* Yes! Please just stop!

Prescott drops Rosie, which makes her collapse on the floor. Prescott reaches into his wallet and throws a couple of hundred dollar bills at Rosie before walking out. She doesn’t lookup.

Prescott: Don’t call me for more money. I’ll call you when I need you.

Prescott opens the door and walks out. Rosie weeps on the floor.

Black Sheep in Society.

Study Session in BlackSheep-ology: A Scene.

Rosie knocks on the front door in the rain. An older woman opens the door and looks at the young girl. She opens the door so that Rosie could walk in. She does.

Before moving further into the house, the woman reminds her to leave her umbrella and wet shoes near the door. She rolls her eyes and does what she’s told. When she’s finished, she looks at the woman accompanying her.

Woman: He’s in his office.

Rosie looks away and walks down the long hallway. When she finally reaches the office, she walks in and sees Prescott sitting at the desk. He turns around when he hears one of the floorboards creak.

Prescott: *angry* I told you to knock before–

He notices Rosie standing there.

Prescott: *dismissive* Sorry, that wasn’t for you.

He turns around back towards his desk. Rosie slowly walks into the office where Prescott is.

Rosie: Everything alright?

Prescott: *annoyed* No, nothing is going right. My lousy fucking business partner doesn’t know how to fucking run his half of the business!

Rosie flinches at the volume of Prescott’s uproar. He looks at Rosie and takes a deep breath.

Prescott: I’m sorry, Rosie. I’m just really stressed.

Rosie: Yeah, well don’t take it out on me. I just wanted to check on you–

Prescott: You need more money?

Rosie is taken back. She gets angry.

Rosie: You think I just come over every time I need money?

Prescott: Well the last three times have been just that.

Rosie: Well you weren’t fucking complaining!

Prescott: I just asked you a simple fucking question, Rosie. No need to get upset over things that are the truth.

Rosie: *upset* Well excuse me for actually giving a shit about you. Like, when was the last time I saw your mom or dad home?

Prescott slaps Rosie across the face. Rosie holds her face in shock. Prescott remains stern.

Prescott: I don’t give a fuck about what you say, but don’t you dare talk about my family like you fucking know them.

Rosie doesn’t say anything. She grabs her bag and attempts to walk out. Prescott grabs her by the arm.

Rosie: Get off of me!

Prescott tries to get a hold of Rosie and when he successfully does, he kisses her. Rosie tries to stop it; Prescott grabs Rosie by the face to talk to her face-to-face.

Prescott: Let’s be honest with each other. You need money, and I need to get my mind off of things.

Rosie doesn’t say anything to Prescott. She continues to look at him directly in the face.

Rosie knocks on the front door in the rain. An older woman opens the door and looks at the young girl. The older woman smiles.

Jennifer: Hey, Rosie.

Jennifer lets Rosie into the house.

They walk into the living room area; Jennifer closes the door behind them.

Jennifer: Micah’s in his room.

Rosie: Thank you, Mrs. Kamalani.

Rosie walks toward Micah’s bedroom and knocks on the open door. Micah turns around from his desk to see Rosie standing at his door. He smiles.

Micah: Hey, Roe–

Micah attempts to clean up the space on his bed.

Micah: Sorry if it’s a mess, I didn’t get the chance to clean it up…

Rosie: Dude, you’re literally in a cast; you’re fine.

Micah shakes his head and laughs. Rosie comes into the room and helps him out. When they both get situated, Rosie goes into her bag and takes out a folder of papers for Micah.

Rosie: Here’re the notes you missed for the last couple of classes…

Micah: Thanks again for doing this. You know you didn’t have to do this.

Rosie doesn’t say anything; she takes out her books and goes to the page where she left off in her notes.

Rosie: It’s cool…

Micah looks at Rosie; concerned.

Micah: You’re okay, Roe?

Rosie: Yeah, I’m fine; just feeling a bit tired.

Micah: You know you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. Like, you’ve been doing a lot for me anyway.

Rosie: *annoyed* I’m here already, so just drop it.

Micah slowly towards around toward his desk before Rosie speaks again.

Rosie: I’m sorry. That wasn’t for you, it’s just…

Rosie stops herself before she continues. She constructs what she wants to say in her head.

Rosie: … I’m having a shitty day.

Micah turns back around, placing his folder of notes on his desk.

Micah: Wanna talk about it?

Rosie: *shakes her head* No, it’s fine. I’ll deal with it.

Nothing is sad between them until Rosie looks at the bedroom wall and sees an award there with the name “Salem Kamalani.”

Rosie: *points towards the award* Is your first name Salem?

Micah looks at the direction Rosie’s hand is pointing, in which he looks back at Rosie.

Micah: Yeah.

Rosie: Is it, like, Salem as the “Salem Witch Trails”?

Micah: *scoffs* That is the very reason why I don’t go by my first name… It’s “Sal-lim”, not “Sal-lem”. I’m named after my great grandfather on my mom’s side.

Rosie nods.

Rosie: At least your name was thought out. Mine was picked just because my parents liked it.

Micah: But “Rosie” is a normal-sounding name. I kinda wish my parents thought about my name more before giving me something like “Salem”. I think my folks knew that in the beginning; they wouldn’t have called me “Micah” my whole life.

Rosie: So, “Salem” is now just your stage name?

Micah cocks his eyebrow up.

Micah: How would you know that?

Rosie: The waitress at the milkshake spot told me that only me and “Salem” get the peanut butter cup swirl milkshakes.

Micah: *laughs* I forgot about that! Yeah, I just use it as my stage name because it’s “edgy” and “different”… *thinks out loud* more like being a black sheep.

Rosie: *confused* You? A black sheep? *annoyed* You live in a house with your parents and sisters that love you. You’re trying to make your dream into reality with the support of your family having your back in school and funds and whatever the fuck you need in order to survive. You don’t have to hide who you are because your family will deem you a “black sheep”. Take it from somewhere who is a legit “black sheep”. You’re not one.

Rosie looks down at her notebook, flipping the pages and “studying”. Micah looks at Rosie, a little annoyed at her behavior.

Micah: My girlfriend broke up with me because I couldn’t adapt to her lifestyle in the way she wanted me to. I couldn’t be myself whenever it came to her. Like, I fucking had to fake an entire persona just so that the media would make her look good and decent.

Rosie: She’s a fucking brat, that’s why.

Micah: *annoyed* No, I didn’t fit into her lifestyle anymore. We weren’t on the same level anymore. She was maturing and getting her life together while I pretended to be put together. I couldn’t do it anymore, and I guess my lack of trying to fit into her world made her realize that taking a job in Sweden was more important than being with me.

Rosie: Not to be on her side, but she did what she wanted to do. She didn’t– and doesn’t– live to please you, just how’d you shouldn’t live to please her.

Micah: My point, Rosie, is that even though by your standards of what a “black sheep” I’m not one, you gotta remember you only know what I tell and show you. Just how I only know what you show and tell me.

Rosie’s face softens; she looks regretful.

Rosie: I’m… sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed but–

Rosie places her book on the bed and leans back on it with her arms.

Rosie: You have family and friends that care about you. Some of us black sheep don’t even have that much in our lives…

Micah gets up from his chair and limps his way next to Rosie. He sits next to her and gives her a hug. Once he breaks up the hug, he looks at Rosie who is now visibly confused.

Micah: I care about you, Roe, so you also don’t qualify with those “black sheep” you speak about.

Rosie slightly smiles.

Rosie: Thanks.

Rosie grabs her notebook from the side of the bed to place it in her bookbag.

Rosie: I have to get going, but I’ll make sure I have the other lessons photocopied for you.

Micah: Roe, you really don’t have to do all of that. That shit can get expensive.

Before Rosie zips her bag closed and puts it on her back, she looks at Micah.

Rosie: Too late, I already started doing this for you.

Rosie begins to walk out of the bedroom.

Micah: Thanks for stopping by, Roe. I really do appreciate it.

Rosie nods and leaves the bedroom. Once she walks toward the front door of the house, she begins to shed tears.

Black Sheep in Society.

A Black Sheep’s Return: A Scene.

Micah walks into the building where the bookstore is located. He thinks about walking into the store to see if Rosie is working today. He opts going through the first floor and immediately goes towards the second floor where the textbooks and other supplies are located.

He enters the second floor of the bookstore and immediately notices the difference in atmosphere. It’s a lot quieter on the second floor with students strolling through the aisles and looking for their books. He slowly walks through the aisles to get one of his books for his class.

As he flips through the textbook, he immediately looks up and hears a familiar voice in the aisle in front of him. He looks through the shelves and sees that Rosie is helping a student look for their textbooks. Micah is taken back that she’s working up here, considering she’s always downstairs at the register. Once the student walks away from Rosie, he slowly loops around to the aisle she’s standing in. Her back is facing him; she doesn’t notice him standing there.

Micah: Any chance you can help me find a book for my class?

Rosie: *customer service voice* Hi, what book are you–

She turns around and sees Micah there. Her face immediately changes.

Rosie: What book are you looking for? How to be the Shittiest Person Alive? I believe you already own that book.

Micah: I’ll give you that because I was a shitty person to you and I’m sorry that it got to that point.

Rosie rolls her eyes and continues to place books on the top shelf as she stands on a step ladder.

Micah: I shouldn’t have pushed you the way I did. I was just so angry and embarrassed and didn’t know how to handle all of that.

Rosie doesn’t answer.

Micah: Like, I have sisters for fuck’s sake. I would’ve beaten the shit out of any guy that would put their hands on them for anything. I just want you to know how sorry I am and that if you never want to talk to me again because of that, I understand–

Rosie: You think I’m mad at you for that? *scoffs* I’ve literally had worse done to me than that… *puts books on shelf* My thing was that I was just trying to help you not make a dumb decision like buying drugs and shit, yet you did what you did and carried on like a fucking lunatic…

Rosie begins to stack the books angrily as she talks.

Rosie: You also literally let someone like Kalia fuck you up so hard when really she never seemed to be fucking worth it; like she wasn’t even at your biggest gig to date and you let her slide with that shit! You’re letting her fuck your whole life up and she can’t even be bothered since she’s busy living her preppy, rich, and glamorous life–

The stack of books are now too high, and they begin to fall forward. Rosie tries to catch them, but she loses her balance trying to catch them all. She falls back on the step ladder, in which Micah quickly runs toward Rosie and catches her before she hits her head on the other shelf in the aisle. The books fall mostly on Micah as he shields Rosie.

Rosie looks at Micah, who visibly looks in pain. She gets up from the ground, trying to help Micah up from the ground.

Rosie: Fuck, are you alright?!

Micah: *in pain* My foot!

Rosie panics and calls out for help from the other workers. The manager calls public safety to help with the situation.

Micah is seen sitting on the nurse’s bed with an ankle brace on. The nurse attempts to help Micah move his ankle and foot; he winces in pain.

Micah: Fuck! That hurts!

Nurse: Language, Mr. Kamalani…

The nurse helps Micah get off the bed and onto some crutches.

Nurse: It’s best if you stay off your feet for at least a week, and then regularly use the crutches for about a month.

The nurse takes her gloves off and writes on a clipboard.

Micah: *sighs* Just my fucking luck…

The nurse takes the paperwork out front as Micah attempts to walk with his crutches. Once he gets out in the waiting room area, he sees Rosie still sitting there.

Rosie: How bad is it?

Micah: Well, crutches will be my new best friend for the next month, and I have to stay home for at least a week. *laughs* Might as well drop Art History since God knows I won’t fucking pass it now…

Rosie: Well, you’re “recovering from a car accident and needed surgery on your leg”, so at least the lie is believable now.

Micah looks at Rosie confused for a moment. Rosie brushes it off.

Rosie: Don’t worry about it.

Micah laughs, which makes Rosie at ease for the first time since going to the Nurse’s office with him.

Rosie: I’m sorry you hurt your foot because of me.

Micah: I’m not; this is the universe telling me don’t ever do what I did to you ever again.

Rosie: *smiles* You really believe in karma?

Micah: Hell yeah! If you do shitty things, shitty things will happen to you.

Rosie: Well, if you put it that way…

Nothing else is said until the receptionist calls out for Micah.

Receptionist: Salem?

Micah looks up towards the woman at the desk. Rosie is confused with the name change.

Receptionist: We contacted your family; your mother is on her way to pick you up.

Micah nods his head and looks back at Rosie.

Rosie: Well, I should get going, my manager is probably wondering where the fuck I am…

Micah smiles as his response. He takes a deep breath.

Micah: Thank you for staying… Friends?

Rosie: *teases* Yeah, karma got you back pretty hard.

Micah laughs and agrees. Rosie gathers her things and gets up.

Rosie: I’ll text you later.

Micah nods his head as Rosie walks out of the nurse’s office. The smile fades once she’s out of the office; he’s clearly still dealing with the shit happening in his life.