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abreakfromlove-blog · 7 years

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chp. 1

“you’re so vain you probably think this song is about you.”

The rain hit the windshield hard as Savannah looked out of the passenger window. She quickly wiped a tear from her eye and sniffled a little. Another argument with Shane. Rashad didn’t say much of anything, he let her take her time, he was used to this. He had become her shoulder to cry on, and had been that for the past 5 years.

“You gotta let him go Sav,” he sighed as he turned the heat up a little bit. He hated seeing her like this and tried to show her the grass was greener on the other side but Shane had a crazy hold on her heart. She looked over at him and nodded her head not having anything to say.

She was out of words. “I know. I am.” He shook his head not believing anything she said. She always talked about how she was leaving but the minute he called with a good enough apology she ran right back. He started his car up and drover her back to her apartment in the heart of Washington D.C. “Don’t say that shit and you don’t mean it. You can do so much better than him Sav. He’s literally not shit.” His words were scripted at this point, he told her the same thing every few weeks, months if she was doing everything he told her too. “Look at you Savannah, you have a good paying job, you just got this new place, your vlogs are starting to take off. And what is he doing?” He said looking over at her while he approached the red light, “He doesn’t have a car, he doesn’t have a job, shit he barely has a high school education. What do you even see in this nigga?” He was getting frustrated even talking about their situation.

He let out a frustrated breath and pulled over in front of her place. “Look, call me if you need me alright. Leave that nigga alone Sav, for real this time.” She looked over at him and could see the frustration in his eyes. She wiped another tear and opened the door, sticking her umbrella out of the top and opening it up. She nodded her head and hugged him with her free arm. He knew he wouldn’t get much talking out of her, he never did. He sighed and spoke again, “call me later ok? I’ll cook something, we can vibe.” She smiled a little and nodded her head again, it seemed like that was all she did when she was with him. “I’d like that,” was all she said before she got out and shut the door behind herself. She stood on the sidewalk and watched him drive off until his car disappeared down the street.

She walked through the front doors of her apartment building, “Hello Ms. Duvernay, how are you today?” She smiled at Todd, her concierge and leaned against the wall while opening her mailbox, “I’ve had better days,” he pouted his bottom lip and grabbed a package from underneath his desk. “Maybe this can brighten you up.” He sat the package on the counter and her smile got wider, looking at the box. She had ordered her pink FENTYXPUMAs two weeks ago and they were finally here. She grabbed the box and smiled. “It definitely helped, thank you Todd. Enjoy the rest of your day.”

She walked away making her way to the elevator and pressed the up button. Her phone rang and she already knew who was calling her. She sighed deeply to herself trying her hardest to not answer and walked through the elevator doors pressing the silver ‘4’ button and waited for the doors to close and open on her floor.

She put the box under her arm and exited the elevator, walking down the hallway she rolled her eyes as she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket yet again, he had already called five times since she walked in the building. He must have seen her get out of the car, which meant he was there. Standing in front of the door she hesitated, she wasn’t ready to deal with him but she didn’t want to ride around in the rain all day either.

Taking a deep breath, putting the key in the lock and twisting the door knob at the same time, she walked into the dark apartment and kicked her shoes off at the door. She cut the light on and jumped back clutching her chest; there he was sitting on the counter smoking a blunt and blowing the smoke in the air. “You scared the shit out of me,” she said taking her jacket off and hanging it up in the closet by the door. “Where you been?” he asked completely ignoring her statement, she rolled her eyes not wanting to even start anything.

“I just got off work, what are you talking about?” She looked at the time it was 5:35pm she got home at 5:40 every day so she didn’t see what the issue was. “You’re home early.” She rolled her eyes and walked to her bedroom talking under her breath, “I’m not doing this right now; I literally came in the house five minutes early.” She walked around the apartment and grabbed a duffel bag from the closet.

He hopped off the counter and came into the room behind her, “I asked you a question,” his patience was getting thin. She stopped and shook her head looking at him in disbelief. “I left work a few minutes early because of the rain, that’s literally it. I don’t know what else to tell you.” She went to her dresser and grabbed a few pair of underwear and two bras. She walked back to her closet and scanned through her clothes determining what she would wear for rest of the week.

The more she packed the more his irritation grew. He took a few pulls of his blunt and exhaled. “I saw you get out that nigga car Savannah. Don’t lie to me, you was fucking that nigga?” she threw her clothes down on the bed, and growled in frustration. “No Shane the fuck! He happened to be at the train station and offered to give me a ride home because if you didn’t notice it’s raining outside and I didn’t want to walk 7 blocks from the metro in the damn rain.” She stuffed the clothes in her duffel bag and went to the closet to get more. “Shit! Is that ok with you? Is that cool? That I get a ride from a friend so I don’t have to walk seven blocks home in the freezing rain?” She rolled her eyes and walked to the bathroom, his eyes following her every move.

“You could’ve called an uber.” He said shrugging his shoulders, she looked at him in disbelief and threw her hands up. “Whatever bruh, I’m not doing this with you. We’ve been arguing all damn day and I’m tired of talking about this shit honestly.” She put her make-up bag on the side pocket of her duffel and he snatched the entire bag from the bed and threw it against the wall. “Where the fuck you think you going?” She jumped back startled and stepped back from him a little. “I’m going to my grandmother’s house for a few days.” She pushed some hair behind her ear and folded her arms, she was terrified right now she didn’t know what he was capable of. But she wouldn’t let him see that.

“YOU’RE A FUCKING LIAR SAVANNAH! YOU GOING TO THAT NIGGA HOUSE! YOU GON LET THAT NIGGA FUCK YOU?!” She backed up while he inched closer to her, eventually hitting her back on the wall, “Chill out! I’m not going to no niggas house!” He smacked the wall over her head before pacing back and forth in front of her. “You’re a fucking liar bruh, you’re gonna go to that niggas house and let that nigga fuck you cause that what hoes do.” She let the tears fall and pushed past him. “Fuck you Shane! I’m not fucking him and I never have.”

Walking toward the corner to get her bag and he pulled her back by her arm. “Whatever bruh that’s all you do is lie, talk to niggas, and get fucked. But I should’ve known. All those niggas wasn’t on your dick for no reason when we met.” The tears flowed freely down her face, her make-up was ruined now. She wiped her face and pushed him out of her face. “Shut the fuck up Shane! You’re not gonna sit here and disrespect me to my face in my fucking house! So you need to get the fuck out with that shit!” She zipped her bag up, threw it over her shoulder, and walked to the living room grabbing her keys and throwing them in her purse.

“I’m not going no fucking where and you not either,” he snatched the strap of the bag off her shoulder and pulled it back yanking her along with it. She yelped in pain and stumbled back a little, she could barely see her eyes were so watery. “Please Shane, just let me leave,” her voice was caught in her throat as she wiped her face with the back of her hand, smearing her mascara in the process.

He looked at her with his face cold and hard, “you know what Savannah go ahead.” He picked the bag up off the floor and grabbed her by her elbow pulling her to the front door. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out, she was sure there would be a bruise there. He opened the door and pushed her out forcefully and threw the bag at her, “have fun with that nigga, don’t worry about coming back here the locks will be changed.” He slammed the door and she heard the locks click including the chain lock at the top.

She threw the bag over her shoulder and fished her keys out of her purse before making her way towards the elevator. Pressing the silver down arrow and waiting patiently, she hoped that he wouldn’t follow her. The doors opened and she got in pressing the ‘door close’ button rapidly, “come on….come on” she said waiting for the doors to close. When they finally did she let out a breath that she didn’t know she was holding and pressed the garage button.

Exiting the elevator and adjusting the strap on her shoulder, she pressed the trunk button on her car remote and put her bag in it shutting it shortly after. She pressed the button on the driver’s side door handle and sat down in the chair. She placed her hands on the steering wheel and broke down. She sobbed uncontrollably and wiped her face trying to get herself together.

The emotional, physical and mental abuse had been taking a serious toll on her but she couldn’t get herself to leave him alone. He was all that she had. She sent both her grandmother and Rashad a text message, letting Rashad know that she was on her way, and her grandmother that she’d be there tomorrow after work.

Pressing her foot on the brake and pushing the start button started her car right up. She mentally cursed herself out when she looked at the gas tank, she had just filled it up two days ago and now she was back on E. She didn’t know where the hell he had been taking her car but it was evident that he was on moves across the entire metropolitan area. She pulled out of the parking space and grabbed her dad hat from the passenger seat and pulled it down on top of her head. She put the address that he sent to her into her navigation and began the thirty minute drive.

The entire drive was filled with incoming calls, and text messages from Shane. There were so many coming in that she was forced to listen to the radio. She finally pulled up to Rashad’s house and parked in the driveway next to his car. She got out of the car and walked to her trunk. She could care less about the rain at this point, it actually felt good on her skin as if it was washing all of her problems away.

She popped the trunk and grabbed her bag before walking to the front door. She lightly knocked a few times and after a few short moments she heard the locks click. He looked down at her and her bag and dropped his head, he hated seeing her like this. He stepped to the side and let her in, she dropped her bag at the door and he pulled her into him. He didn’t care that she was soaking wet, he just cared that she was there. “Please don’t go back Sav, I’m begging you.”

Savannah wiped the foggy mirror with her hand and stared at herself for a minute. Her eyes watered and she tilted her head back daring them to fall. The warm shower had temporarily calmed her down and removed the headache that she had been having all day. But the vibrations from her phone could be heard throughout the room and that bought it right back. He hadn’t stopped calling her since she left. She walked toward the phone and read some of the messages.

6:28pm: Baby – Fuck you Savannah. I know you going to that nigga house. I hope he fuck you good just like he always do.

Baby - 15 missed calls

6:30pm: Baby – SMH so you cant answer the phone now? Man I’m hip to you bruh you probably talking shit about me

6:33pm: Baby – all the shit I did for you and you just leave me for that lame ass nigga. You’re a fucked up individual young.

Baby- 22 missed calls

6:34pm: Baby – I was the only one there when everybody turned on your dumbass. I always had your back. But whatever bruh I won’t say shit else to you

6:40pm: Baby – since you with that nigga imma go get me a new bitch. She gon look better than you and she gon be loyal

Baby – 37 missed calls

6:45pm: Baby – can you please just come home savannah

6:50pm: Baby – I’m sorry for the way I acted and everything I said just please come home. You know I didn’t mean that shit. I was just mad.

Baby – 45 missed calls

7:00pm: Baby – fuck you Savannah, I’m done with your hoe ass. Make sure you use a condom when you fucking that nigga.

Sighing she put her phone down and opened her bag, trying to rush out of her home meant she didn’t pack everything she needed and that irritated her but she remained calm and put her lotion on. She looked around Rashad’s room and found a pair of sweatpants, slipping each leg into them and throwing on a sweatshirt she had left here a while ago. Brushing her freshly washed hair and twisting it into a top bun, she made her way downstairs and inhaled which made her smile.

“What you cooking?” she asked sitting on a stool by the counter. Rashad looked over at her and smirked, she was looking like herself again. “Cajun chicken and shrimp pasta.” He stirred the sauce in the pot and took the lid off of the boiling noodles. He pulled his sweatpants back up on his waist and opened the oven checking on the garlic bread. Savannah went to the top of the refrigerator and grabbed his RAW paper tray, she sat back at the table and pulled out a sheet crumbling it in her hands. She looked up at him every now and then enjoying watching him cook.

“So what happened?” He didn’t really care to know, it was always the same thing. He thought she was with someone else, he got disrespectful, and she left. Then he would call her and text her, she’d be going back to him tomorrow after work. She always did. Sprinkling the marijuana into the sheet, spreading it evenly she shook her head and gave a dry chuckle. “I don’t even care to talk about it honestly.” He wouldn’t pry, she wanted to leave it alone so he left it alone.

She held the half completed blunt with her thumb and index finger and twisted it up like the professional she was. “What you think you doing,” he joked while looking back at her to see what was keeping her so quiet. She giggled and grabbed the lighter drying the freshly rolled paper. “You know you were gonna do it before you ate anyway so what’s the difference?” She was right, she always was for the most part.

Lighting the blunt she inhaled deeply and held it in for a minute. When she blew the smoke out she felt an immediate calm wash over her, repeating the process made her feel at peace. She was dependent on the drug now, ever since she met Shane she had been smoking more than the usual. It was for recreation at first but now it’s like her medicine, she can’t function until she has that high feeling. It was the only way she could even tolerate being around him anymore. She walked over to Rashad and handed him the blunt and stood next to him leaning on his forearm.

He leaned up against the counter and positioned her in front of him, wrapping his free arm around her waist and using the other hand to pull from the blunt; this felt right to him. Her here, with him; the vibe was perfect he wanted to show her that he was everything she ever needed but this back and forth was getting tired and had past old months ago.

“Here,” she took the blunt from him and moved out of the way going back to her original spot at the counter. She watched as he grabbed two bowls and put the pasta in each one. He placed a slice of garlic bread on the side of each bowl and sat one in front of her and one to her left. He handed her a fork and they both bowed their heads for grace. “Rashad this smells amazing.” He popped his collar and she nudged him with her elbow.

They ate peacefully and in silence, not an awkward silence but a comfortable one. When he had finished and put his napkin in his bowl, she grabbed both of them and began to clean the kitchen. It was in her nature to do so and she had been doing this for as long as she had known him. He put the food into their designated containers and took it upon himself to roll two more blunts. She dried the counter off as she finished cleaning the kitchen, and followed him to the living room and turned the light off behind her.

He patted the spot next to him and she sat in the area and put her feet up bending them at the knees. He leaned back on the couch and lit the next blunt. He inhaled the smoke, held it in his lungs and blew it out. “I won’t lie this feels right.” He coughed immediately after her revelation and sat up a little, coughing into his fist. He wasn’t expecting that. “Why you say that?” he passed the blunt to her and leaned his head back waiting for her reply.

She shrugged and took the blunt holding it between her two fingers, inhaling deeply before blowing the smoke out of her nose. “I just feel comfortable around you, there’s no force here. Everything just flows naturally, you’re a really great guy Rashad any woman would be lucky to have you.” He rolled his eyes while his head was back, he didn’t want any woman he wanted her. “I don’t want any woman though.”

Laying her head back into his lap she looked up at him and took another long drag of the marijuana filled paper and passed it back to him. “I know.” She looked down at her thumbs and began to play with them along with the thread of her shirt out of habit. “I would love to be with you, I really would.” She covered her face and felt her eyes watering all over again. A single tear made its way to her cheek and he wiped it for her.

She let out an overdue breath and began again, “I’m just so emotionally and mentally damaged right now that I wouldn’t want to put anyone else through that.” She turned to her side, her back facing him. He rested his hand on her thigh and nodded his head, he understood where she was coming from. “I just need to figure out what Savannah wants to do right now. I lost myself trying to find love in him and I don’t know who I am anymore.” Her voice was calm but the tears flowed from her eyes like a running faucet.

“But you can’t figure out who Savannah is if you stay.” He rubbed her thigh lightly and felt her nod her head against his. He passed her the blunt again and lit the other one. She repeated the process until the blunt almost burnt her lip, she tossed the roach in the ash tray and wiped her face. “I’m done. I can’t tolerate the disrespect anymore. It’s just I don’t understand how someone can claim that they love you and treat you like shit, when it’s convenient for them.” This time when she spoke her voice broke a little, he was so sad for her. Such a beautifully strong individual looked so weak to him right now, over a bum ass nigga. He rubbed his hand down his face and passed her the next blunt. He wasn’t as heavy a smoker as he was portraying to be at the moment, but he knew she had a long day.

“That’s not love baby girl. He’s using you.” That one sentence single-handedly broke her heart. More tears fell and she sat up wiping her eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time today. What made it worse was that she knew exactly what he was doing and she was allowing it. She became a prisoner in her own relationship and didn’t know how to get herself out of it.

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howmanytimesff-blog · 8 years

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Chapter Four

Gabrielle.

Before I go to her parent’s house, I was going to go back to that party house so I can see if she was there. Something is telling me she didn’t go home anyway so I think it was smart to go look here first. I pulled up to the house again and rolled my eyes at the fact that I was even in this predicament. The last thing I wanted to do was knock on this damn door.

I made sure I looked okay before I got out of my car. I looked around then went to the door banging on it. No one answered. I was about to bang again but the door swung up with this tall ass fool standing there shirtless.

“What?” He said with attitude.

“Nigga don’t what me. Where is Kira?” I asked with the same amount of attitude.

“Who?”

“Don’t fuck with me. Kira. Where is she?”

“I don’t know a damn Kira.”

“Yes you do your little cousin was all over her last night. You saw me walk in this bitch with her, or were you too preoccupied with your hoes to notice?”

“Oh so you do know who the fuck I am.”

“Mel, where is Kira?”

“Oh look at that and she remembers my fuckin name too.”

“Do not make me bust up in your place to find her…KIRA!!!!”

“Bust in my place like you made the swat team do years ago.”

“I told you it wasn’t me.”

“Bull fuckin shit Gabrielle. Who else would’ve done it and why.”

“I-”

“Spare me the fuckin bullshit Gabrielle. They came in and you just left like it was nothing.”

“It wasn’t my choice. I had to. Fuck was I supposed to do? Stay here and get arrested? They didn’t find shit on you, why you so damn pressed?”

“That’s not the point, you know better than to just burn out.”

“Well I did it anyway, I wasn’t about to fuck my future up for you. You think I liked being in the middle of a damn raid? That’s what I get for fuckin with a hood nigga anyway.”

“Let me guess. You’re better than that? Spare me the bullshit. You came from the hood and the hood is still in you…I can be too if you want me too.”

“You are so disgusting. I can’t do this.”

“You could do it before. That money fuckin changed yo ass. It’s cool because I know for a fact you’re going to come right the fuck back.”

“Please, if I haven’t been back before what make you think I’m coming back now?”

“You know exactly why.”

“No I don’t.”

“When you realize it…you know where I live.” Mello said closing the door in my face. I stood there looking astonished. First off I can’t believe he closed the door in my face. Secondly I couldn’t stand this nigga at all this is exactly why I left this God forsaken place. I can’t fucking stand it. Kicking the shit out of the door I got back in my car and drove off. I know Kira was inside but that’s okay I know how I was going to get her out and away from these thugs. She just doesn’t know she picked the wrong men to be around.

Mello

I can’t believe she tried to bring her ass in here after all this time without a damn hello. Fuck she thought this was? That shit wasn’t going to happen. Yeah I knew that girl she was looking for was here but because of Gab’s attitude she ain’t getting her fucking friend. I went upstairs to Nick’s room knocking on the door with my fist, waking his ass up. After the night he had I know my little nigga is asleep.

“What?” I heard him say through the door.

“Open the door my nigga. I got something to tell you and your girl.” I replied waiting for his slow ass to get the fuck up. Nick opened the door rubbing his eyes.

“Look you need to return that girl back to where she came from.” I said looking at the girl he had in her bed.

“Nigga why are you making it sound like that?”

“Her friend came looking for her. Look I can tell she come from money so take that girl back man. She looks important.”

“How the fuck does someone look important?”

“Nigga, you don’t think I saw her last night? She had on a $200 watch, I know how much it cost because I got one for your mama on Christmas and she had a Chanel purse nigga. Those things run at least five grand or more.”

“Fuck you know about Chanel?” He chuckled.

“If you got pussy like I did you would know about what bitches like. Think on this shit Nick. You don’t see them thick ass diamond studs in her ear man. I can see from here them bitches is real. Take her home.”

“If she doesn’t want to leave, I’m not taking her.”

“Aight get fucked up if you want to.” I said walking away. I wasn’t about to fight with his dumb ass. The longer he keeps that girl, the more trouble it can be. I can feel it and my feelings aint never wrong.

Nick

I closed the door placing my head on the back of the door. I hate when that nigga makes sense. It’s more than obvious Kira isn’t from around here, you could tell by what she had on last night and how she carried herself.

I walked over to the bed where Kira was still asleep and examined her face. She was beautiful, I mean straight up beautiful. I didn’t want to wake her up because she looked so peaceful. I watched her for a little while longer until Kira slowly opened her eyes to look at me. The biggest smile appeared across her face and I couldn’t help but smile too.

“Hi.” Kira said.

“Good morning beautiful. You sleep good?”

“Yeah, I was tired as hell.”

“Oh I know,” I chuckled. “Listen I want to tell you, someone came looking for you. I think its best I take you home.” I said.

“Oh.” Kira replied with sadness in her voice.

“Don’t get down, we’ll see each other later.”

“I feel like I’m in high school.” Kira said getting up slowly and putting her clothes on.

“You got people looking for you; I just don’t want anybody to come after to me. Just let them know you’re safe.”

“I understand, I just hate feeling like this.”

“I know it will all change believe me.”

“How you figure that?”

“I’ve entered your life now.” I said smiling showing my dimples.

Kira came over to me and pecked my lips softly. Her lips were soft as hell, like two pillows on her face. I couldn’t deny this girl was bad, one of the baddest nah scratch that she was the baddest. I should keep her with me she needs to get her ass home before it turns into a problem. I got dressed and both of headed to her house. I was low key hoping Mello was wrong. I hope she was just a girl and not some duchess or some shit or I may be in more trouble than I think.

Kira.

My night with Nick was everything. I never did anything like that before and I don’t regret it at all because I had fun and it just felt right. That man was blessed and I do thank God for that blessing.

I’m not going to lie I was mad he decided to take me home. To be honest I thought he was playing me but when he said we would see each other later I could feel that he meant it. I don’t want to go home and deal with the bullshit either but I guess I better do it now and get it over with. I told Nick where to go; he seemed hesitant before he did certain turns. When we pulled up to my home his eyes widened at the gold emblem on our front gate.

“You live here?” He asked looking at me with wide eyes.

“Yeah.”

“Hold up, what does your family do?”

“Nick I told you what my family did.”

“Wait you were serious?! I was drunk as fuck. You’re damn near royalty.”

I chewed on my lip looking around trying to avoid him staring but he was staring a hole on the side of my face. I face forward putting my head in my hands.

“It’s not even that serious.”

“You don’t understand how big this shit is?”

“Well I mean I know bu-”

“So your father really owns BW Diamonds, they have stores all over the damn country, He’s what, worth millions or something?”

“Or something,”

“Fuck. No wonder you got people looking for you!”

“I really think you’re overreacting, it’s not like he’s Bill Gates or something.”

“Nah that man is powerful. He’s like the richest man in Maryland Kira! This man makes jewelry for Jay-Z. The nigga is friends with Obama!”

“Alright so what? Is that supposed to change something? Nick just take me to the front door.”

“Yes your majesty.” He said pulling forward into the gate and towards my house.

As we came closer to the house, we saw four police officers outside with my parents, Gabrielle and her parents. Everyone stopped talking as they saw us pull up. I could tell Nick was tense because his knuckles were white clenching the steering wheel.

“You meant what you said right?” I asked looking in his face.

“What did I say?”

“That we’ll see each other later, or is all of this changing that?”

“Nah, that didn’t change. I will see you later if not I’ll definitely call you.”

“Thank you,” I made him face me then kissed his lips before I got out of the car. As soon as I closed the door my mother ran to me with open arms and hugged me. My father shook the officer’s hands sending them on their way since I was home now.

“Kira! Where were you? I was worried sick! You didn’t call, you didn’t come home and then when Gabrielle told us you were at some strange boy’s house. I just didn’t know what to think!” She yelled grabbing my face in her hands.

“Mother I’m fine,” I moved my face from her hands then looked at my dad.

“Kira what the hell is wrong with you? You know better. Why would you do something so dangerous? You could have been killed.” My father chimed in.

“Dad I was with a friend of mine. He is harmless. Thanks a lot Gabrielle.” I said shaking my head.

“I had to get you out of there.” Gabrielle said making her way towards me. She went to grab my hand but I snatched it back.

“No you could’ve minded your business.” I snapped at her.

“Don’t be mad at her she did the right thing. You could’ve been hurt!” My mother yelled.

“Mother please stop screaming I’m fine.”

“Who is in that car?” My father asked.

“No one.” I answered quickly.

“Is it that boy?” He asked making his way to the car.

“Dad leave him alone!”

“Go in the house everyone now!” He said once he approached the car. My mom tried to pull me away but I fought with her and stayed outside. My father yanked the car door open and told Nick to step out. NIck looked at me and stepped out the car. When my dad saw this six foot one man covered in tattoos he almost had a heart attack.

“So my daughter was with you? What kind of man doesn’t take a young lady home when she is supposed to be?” My father asked.

“A man who’s not going to force a grown woman to do something she doesn’t want to do.”

“She still lives under my roof so she follows my rules! You pathetic hoodlum.”

“Man I’m not a hoodlum. I go to the same school your daughter does.”

“I refuse to believe that. Stay away from my daughter or it won’t end well for you son.”

“Dad!” I said in astonishment. I have never heard my father talk like this before. He was acting like Nick was a piece of gum off the bottom of his shoe or something.

“Are you threatening me?” Nick questioned with a clenched jaw.

“Not a threat but a promise. I know your type. You won’t corrupt my child. ”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed but your child is a grown ass woman.”

“You heard what I said. Stay away from her.”

“Alright but will she stay away from me is the question you need to ask your daughter.”

With a crazed look in his eyes my dad looked at me. “Kira I forbid you from seeing him! You hear me! Stay away from him and anybody that knows him!” My dad then looked back at Nick. “Get off my property hood rat.” My dad said walking away. When he came over to where I was he grabbed my arm. I looked at Nick with apologetic eyes. Nick looked at me for a moment then broke our gaze by getting in the car speeding off. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Twenty years old and I can’t have a life.

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That right there was the moment my parents fucked up. The more they wanted to take charge of my life and keep me from Nick, I kept seeing Nick. Nick and I were around each other a lot and I didn’t care who saw it. I tried my best to be respectful to my parents, shit I did anything they asked but when it came to Nick they couldn’t tell me a damn thing. I love the man and he loves me right back. So our love wasn’t stopping not for my parents, not for Gabrielle, not for his mama, not for Mello, not for anybody. I didn’t give a damn about who had a problem with us. Our love was stronger than that or so I thought.

Look, we’re going to fast forward on this. Just know it was a lot of dates and a lot of love making. You’re not missing anything, believe me there will be more of all that shit. Just sit back and let me finish telling you how we went from being hopelessly in love and wanting nothing but each other to me being all alone in this big house and a ring on my fucking finger with a husband who clearly stopped giving a damn. Watch this bullshit here.

#chris brown #itsrayeraye #urban fanfic #urbanfanfiction #chris brown fanfiction #update

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fictionalfantasies · 5 years

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the zodiac: book 7: cancer ♋️ wow it’s #cancerseason already?! you may be emotional af but at least summers finally here! anyway here is the poster for my 7th book in #thezodiacseries starring irl #cancerian @golden_barbie! i’ll try to post chapters and all that soon lol. keyword: try. its unfinished but you can head to my #tumblr and read what i have so far! http://fictionalfantasies.tumblr.com/Cancer #fictionalfantasies #cancer #cancerzodiac #fanfiction #fanfic #urbanfanfiction #writersofinstagram #jasminesanders #goldenbarbie https://www.instagram.com/p/BzGk9JNhUu0/?igshid=1f7u8yn5ts7oe

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#Capricorn ♑️ | The Goat 🐐| December 22 - January 19 ✨ #fictionalfantasies #thezodiacseries #capricorns #capricornseason #capricornsbelike #fanfiction #fanfic #urbanfanfiction #writersofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/B6WvNaoBxJE/?igshid=n1d3xnnn3k0r

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The Zodiac Series Book 9: Virgo ♍️ Whats your zodiac sign? Are you an earth or water sign? Are you crabby like a #Cancer or a headstrong bull like a #Taurus? Whether you believe in astrology or not, the day you were born determines your zodiac sign and that can determine who you are. Lots of research has been done and your sign can determine who you are compatible with, your positive and negative traits, goals, personality, even right down to a small detail like why #Aquarian’s eyes always have that dreamy look about them. Each sign has a character, each character has a story. Is their story similar to yours? Or way different? Genre: Urban/Drama/Romance/Tragedy Rating: R (for strong language, strong sexual content, illegal situations, drug/alcohol use) Starring: #Beyonce, Dudley O'Shaughnessy, Kat Graham, Ashley Moore, Michael Ealy and more Demiana Virgo, a Creole beauty with a dark past, thought her life was set when she married her husband and settled down in an old plantation house in New Orleans, Louisiana. However, marriages can’t save you and it begins to crumble before it even starts. Not wanting to give up just yet, she puts her life as a housewife and having kids on hold; and goes back to school and gets her degree. She soon finds her ‘purpose’ when she is hired as an AP Lit teacher at Metairie Charter School and it is there when she meets Cain Jones, a new student, also with a dark past, who doesn’t know how brilliant he is. He is infatuated the minute he sees her and will stop at nothing to have her. Will Demiana give in to his dark and daring desires? How would a Virgo deal with a situation like this, where anything can go wrong and the consequences are great? *** tell me what you think! are you interested? thoughts? #virgo #thezodiacseries #virgoseason #fanfiction #fanfic #urbanfanfic #urbanfanfiction #beyonce #beyoncefanfiction #writersofinstagram #beyhive #dudleyoshaughnessy #katgraham #ashleymoore #michaelealy #comingsoon #zodiac #astrology https://www.instagram.com/p/B2H75lvBnCU/?igshid=yd4do1f6v0k3

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the zodiac: book 8: leo ♌️ here is book 8 in my #thezodiacseries. its #leoseason! it stars irl #leo @meagangood. i will try to post but you know how it is, keyword - try. its all on my tumblr tho, at least what i have written so far, if you’re interested! 🦁 http://fictionalfantasies.tumblr.com/Leo #fictionalfantasies #thezodiacseries #leo #leoseason #fanfiction #fanfic #urbanfanfiction #writersofinstagram #fanfictionstories #meagangood https://www.instagram.com/p/B0rJ5eEBw8N/?igshid=so07n7yq5q0l

#thezodiacseries #leoseason #leo #fictionalfantasies #fanfiction #fanfic #urbanfanfiction #writersofinstagram #fanfictionstories #meagangood

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here is a summary of what the #gemini fanfic in #thezodiacseries is all about! will be posting soonish! want to get a head start? some chapters are already published on my tumblr page! http://fictionalfantasies.tumblr.com/Gemini ♊️ #fictionalfantasies #geminiseason #fanfiction #fanfic #urbanfanfiction #writersofinstagram #zoesaldana #comingsoon https://www.instagram.com/p/BybvSMNBREY/?igshid=1crccylk25wnv

#gemini #thezodiacseries #fictionalfantasies #geminiseason #fanfiction #fanfic #urbanfanfiction #writersofinstagram #zoesaldana #comingsoon

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fictionalfantasies · 5 years

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its #geminiseason and here is the poster for the 6th book in #thezodiacseries starring irl #gemini @zoesaldana. i will post previews, chapters, characters, etc soon. the story isn’t finished but if you wanna read what i have so far, go to my @tumblr! ♊️ http://fictionalfantasies.tumblr.com/Gemini #fictionalfantasies #fanfiction #fanfic #urbanfanfiction #zoesaldana #writersofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/ByA9CX6hogf/?igshid=6w6l60zea7x8

#geminiseason #thezodiacseries #gemini #fictionalfantasies #fanfiction #fanfic #urbanfanfiction #zoesaldana #writersofinstagram

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fictionalfantasies · 5 years

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here is the summary of what the 5th book in #thezodiacseries is about! its all about #taurus ♉️! #fictionalfantasies #taurusseason #fanfiction #fanfic #urbanfanfiction #writersofinstagram #janetjackson #chrisbrown #karrueche #karruechetran #comingsoon https://www.instagram.com/p/Bw8wvgtBkpf/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1gon94fmtk8hs

#thezodiacseries #taurus #fictionalfantasies #taurusseason #fanfiction #fanfic #urbanfanfiction #writersofinstagram #janetjackson #chrisbrown #karrueche #karruechetran #comingsoon

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its still #ariesseason and here is what #Aries, the fourth book in #thezodiacseries is about! starring irl aries herself @alexisjordanofficial and new characters to be revealed soon! ♥️🏈🏃🏽‍♀️ #fictionalfantasies #alexisjordan #fanfiction #fanfic #urbanfanfiction #lfl #football #thegame #writersofinstagram #about #newcharacters https://www.instagram.com/p/Bv-BQ9PBc5e/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=kdm43ldyl68y

#ariesseason #aries #thezodiacseries #fictionalfantasies #alexisjordan #fanfiction #fanfic #urbanfanfiction #lfl #football #thegame #writersofinstagram #about #newcharacters

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The Zodiac: Book 4: Aries ♈️ sorry i haven’t been on here much to update #capricorn and i’m a little late to the #ariesseason party but i’m making some changes to this fanfic. the cast of characters and the banner. i’m no photo editing, photoshop guru but i made this as the new banner for this #fanfic. hope to post some snippets and update more chapters too. i bet you’re wondering what it’s about huh? if you wanna go ahead and read what i have so far, link’s in the bio http://fictionalfantasies.tumblr.com/Aries #thezodiacseries #aries #fanfiction #lfl #comingsoon #urbanfanfiction #fictionalfantasies #writersofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/Bvdg0VKBehh/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ewl777rm6isd

#capricorn #ariesseason #fanfic #thezodiacseries #aries #fanfiction #lfl #comingsoon #urbanfanfiction #fictionalfantasies #writersofinstagram

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the zodiac: book 2: aquarius - chapter 1 ♒️ starring: alicia keys as aquarius simmons 🎤 fefe dobson as nadia baines 🎸 nicki minaj as janiah renee 🥁 zoe kravitz as amethyst levine 🎸 #fictionalfantasies #thezodiacseries #aquarius #aquariusseason #chapter1 #fanfiction #fanfic #urbanfanfiction #writersofinstagram #aliciakeys #fefedobson #nickiminaj #zoekravitz https://www.instagram.com/p/BtDN0ZgBRvx/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=dn9a42viu3ry

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Chp.2

“And we lie together, cry together. I swear to God I hope we fuckin’ die together. And I’ll be loving you forever ‘cause you’re all that I need to get by.”

Sitting up chatting with Rashad about life and other things of mutual substance left Savannah exhausted the following morning. She barely got through work, drinking almost five cups of the strongest coffee she could find in her office. She was the youngest, African American, female law associate at Smith & Gregor LLC. She took pride in her title because she worked her ass off to get there.

The case she had been working on was simple, but tedious and now she was ready to hang it up for the day. She smoothed her hands down her black Hermes Suede and Lambskin leather paneled skirt as she stood from her desk chair. She took off her crème Tom Ford embellished patent leather pumps stuffing them into her bag and sliding her feet into her moccasins shortly after. Throwing the black Alexander Wang Rockie duffel bag over her shoulder and grabbing her black Moncler Moka coat draping it over her arm, she turned the light off in her office and shut the door behind her.

“I’m leaving Scott,” she said walking past his office and tapping his door lightly. He looked up at her from over top of his glasses and smirked, “the queen is leaving the building.” They shared a chuckle and he continued typing on his computer. “I have another case for you tomorrow. It’s an easy win.” She rolled her eyes playfully and spoke louder while walking away, “then why don’t you take it.” Opening the main office door and laughing louder when he responded, “My husband would kill me.” Scott and Gregor Smith were a married couple, and the only homosexual law firm in the D.C., Maryland, and Virginia area. They might have been fruits but they knew there shit, reasons why they were one of the top firms in the area.

She dragged her feet along the marble floors in the hallway before reaching the elevator and pressing the down button. Her phone buzzed and she looked at the name and sighed. Answering it and stepping onto the elevator as the doors slid open. She leaned her back against the wall and waited for him to speak.

“Are you ok baby girl?” She pressed the button for the lobby and sighed, “I’m fine.” There was a long pause between the two of them before he spoke. “How was work today?” Staring at herself in the elevator mirror made her question why she answered in the first place. “It was fine.” She didn’t want to see him let alone talk to him. But something wouldn’t let her hang up the phone. “Are you coming home?” Rolling her eyes and shaking her head, the doors opened and she made her way towards the garage. “For what? Didn’t you say you were done with me?” Pulling her coat closer to her body and searching for her car, she finally found it and pressed the unlock button twice to put everything in her back seat. He kissed his teeth on the other end, while she sat in her driver’s seat and started it up letting the heat circulate throughout it. “Come on Savannah stop bullshittin, just come home I got something for you.” She didn’t care what he had for her to be honest. “I miss you,” his end went silent before he spoke again, “you don’t miss me?” She let out a frustrated breath and the tears built up in her eyes again. She did, but she didn’t want to. “Just please come home.” She hung up the phone and put her car in reverse to exit the garage.

Driving to no specific destination she rolled her eyes when she realized where she had taken herself. She put the code in reluctantly, parked in her assigned parking space, turned her car off and grabbed her purse. She went through the back stairwell and took them all the way up to the fourth floor mentally preparing herself for whatever she was walking into. Putting the key in the lock and twisting the knob at the same time, she opened the door and was immediately irritated when the chain lock was still on. She opened and slammed the door a few times making each one louder than the previous. “Are you fucking kidding me Shane?!?!” He ran towards the door and shut it letting the chain free, before he had a chance to move away from the door she pushed it open again forcefully and he stumbled back a little. “Damn boo,” he said chuckling a little, she rolled her eyes walking past him while he stretched his arm out for a hug and B-lined straight to the bedroom. She stripped out of her work clothes and put on a simple PINK Victoria’s Secret sweat suit. “Sooooo you just gonna ignore me?” he asked coming into the room and sitting on the bed, he lit a blunt that he had already rolled and she shrugged her shoulders.

Pulling a scrunchie off of her wrist, she put her hair up into a high messy ponytail and stood across from him with her arms folded. “You’ve been here all day?” her tone was harsh and distant, he jerked his neck back at her tone but shook it off and looked up at her, blunt in one hand, lighter in the other. “Where else was I going?” He lit the blunt and took a long pull filling his lungs with the drug and exhaling through his nose. “Well shit Shane I don’t know maybe to get a damn job, or hey maybe even a car.”

She was beyond irritated and her sarcastic tone made that clear. He kissed his teeth passing her the blunt, “ummm in case you haven’t noticed I have a job,” he pointed to the safe in the corner of the closet. Savannah snatched the blunt from him going into the kitchen. “Selling drugs is not a job Shane.” He twisted his face following behind her, “since when wasn’t it? It was a job when you ain’t have one and had to get your school shit paid. It was a job when you needed money for the rent, or when your birthday came up and I sent you on that trip. It was a job then.” She raised her eyebrows and took four long pulls of the blunt before putting it in the ash tray for him to get himself. “That was two years ago Shane!” She was tired of hearing the same points thrown in her face every time they talked about him getting a job. “You know what I don’t even feel like arguing with you Savannah, I missed you man. I’m sorry about the way I was acting yesterday, all that shit just threw me off.”

He went into the bedroom and came out with a small gift bag. Looking at him and then at the bag. “I don’t want that,” he rolled his head back irritated with her and handed it to her anyway. “Mannnn I got the shit for you so take it.” She hesitated; taking this gift would be yet another thing he had to throw in her face the next time they argued. She grabbed the bag and opened it up; she smiled a little when she saw the smaller box and opened it. The diamond steel Fendi watch she had had her eye on for a little while now rested in the little blue velvet box. “You like it?” he asked doing a goofy little dance in her direction. She laughed a little and nodded her head, “alright, you tight or whatever.” She mocked the city girl accent and put the watch back in the bag.

He walked up to her and passed her the blunt before wrapping his arms around her tiny frame. “I’m so sorry about everything baby girl.” Nodding her head and pulling from the blunt making her high elevate with each puff. She put the roach in the ash tray and wrapped her arms around his lower back. “You gotta chill out Shane. I can’t keep arguing with you like this, you’re stressing me out over nothing.” She felt the tears form in the corners of her eyes, “you make me cry every day, you’re so mean to me, and at this point I’m beginning to be ok with being without you.” She pulled back from his embrace and wiped her tears lightly to avoid ruining her make up. “You’re so disrespectful Shane. You call me out of my name, you disrespect me to your friends, and you put your hands on me. Why should I put up with that?” he walked closer to her almost afraid to touch her. “I’m sorry baby girl I really am. I hate seeing you cry and it’s never my intention to make you,” she shook her head in disbelief. “But you do! Every fuckin’ day. I can’t deal with the stress anymore, I’ve lost fifteen pounds in the past five weeks ‘cause you’ve been driving me crazy.” She turned toward the pantry and grabbed the Tylenol feeling a migraine form at her temples. “I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t even concentrate at work ‘cause you’re blowing my phone up about some bullshit. And every single time, what do I do huh?” He watched her cry and yell at him, he could see the hurt, the frustration, and anger in her heart. “I come right back to your dumb ass, that’s what I do.” She said poking him in his chest with each word.

Reaching in the fridge she grabbed a bottle of water, popped both pills into her mouth and washed them down. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose massaging it lightly, “I can’t come back to you anymore Shane. The next time we argue I gotta go, for real this time.” That line was tired and overused, she had said that so many times, what made now any different. He dropped his head, he couldn’t even look at her anymore, he felt like this time she actually meant it. “Imma get my shit together Savannah. I promise.” She nodded her head and stared at her feet; walking towards her he picked her head up with his middle finger and kissed her lips lightly. Kissing her caused more tears to fall because she felt that spark; the one she felt when they first met, when she was eighteen. Now five years later she regrets that day.

The kiss grew deeper and he lifted her up onto the marble counter top. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck letting him slip his tongue into her mouth. She moaned softly at his gentle finger tips tracing the arch in her back, the same finger tips that were pulling her around like a rag doll less than twenty-four hours ago. Her emotions were all over the place, she was vulnerable right now and he knew it. He took advantage of it every single time. Grabbing her legs and holding them around his waist, he walked her down the hall laying her on the bed gently. Leaning her head back onto the pillow she felt a few tears fall into her ears. He pulled her pants off and crawled on top of her. He kissed her forehead, then her nose, next her lips; he ran his tongue from her earlobe to her neck and planted a few kisses there as well. She moaned lightly, that was her spot. Her back arched automatically and he lifted her sweatshirt up. Placing tiny sweet kisses all over her chest and making tiny circles with his tongue, he was so gentle and so sweet. This was who she fell in love with.

He came face to face with her hot, pink center and placed kisses on her thighs. Biting them lightly she jumped a little, “stop biting me. I don’t like that shit.” She leaned her back into its original position and curled her toes when she felt his tongue on her clit; it sent a wave straight up her spine. “Shit!” she screamed out lightly, he flicked his tongue back and forth rapidly causing her body to shake. Slurping up her juices, and spelling out the alphabet with his tongue made a wave of ecstasy wash over her. Eating pussy had always been his specialty, his sex game never lacked. What they said about ‘ain’t shit niggas’ having the best dick was far from a lie. “Shit baby, right there!” She said unsure of whether she wanted to sit up and watch or lean back and enjoy.

He feasted on her like he was a lion and she was his prey. He wanted to make sure she felt how sorry he was; he wanted her to forget everything that had been going on the last few days. Sticking his tongue deeper into her and gripping her ass he pulled her closer, “uh uh don’t run baby girl.” She placed her hands on the back of his head and shouted in pleasure. He used his fingers to play with her clit while his tongue maneuvered its way in and out of her, “Shit I’m about to cum.” She threw her head back as he sped up his hand movements; clenching her jaw as tight as she could before letting out a satisfied scream. Her juices flowed freely from her body as he continued to play with her clit. Biting down on his lip and he smirked. “You see that shit!” he said proudly not taking his hand from its position, “I just made you squirt. That’s my pussy!” he said aggressively. “Tell me it’s mine!” he said continuing to play with her, “It’s yours!” She screamed out of breath and weak. “It’s mine what?” he removed his hand and slid his Moschino grey tape logo joggers and Ralph Lauren boxer briefs off. His dick sat at full attention as he stared at her trying to catch her breath. “It’s yours daddy.” She finally said rubbing her hands across her face.

He positioned himself right back between her legs, licking his four fingers he wet the tip of his member and slid it into her slowly. Arching her back in pleasure, she immediately clawed her nails into his back. “Fuckkkkk,” he hissed in pleasure as he stroked her slowly. She moaned and bit her lip enjoying the moment. “This my pussy right?” He asked in a demanding tone while holding one of her legs over his shoulder to get a better angle. “Yes daddy,” she shut her eyes tighter as he began to pump in and out of her faster. “That’s right you don’t give my pussy to nobody.” He gripped at her thighs and used his free hand for support as he drove himself deeper into her. She was sure her screams could be heard throughout the apartment but she didn’t care and neither did he. Pushing himself deeper into her each time; he bit his lip focusing on his movements. “Shit girl, that shit feel good.” He threw his head back taking in the moment and shutting his eyes. “Fuck, I’m boutta cum.” He pumped into her faster; she screamed louder and dug her nails deeper into his back. “Shit!” he screamed and released himself inside of her. He fell on top of her gently but breathed heavily. She rubbed his back gently, the two of them catching their breath together, their heart beats in sync with one another. She attempted to sit up as a sign for him to get off of her and when he did his soft member slipped out of her leaving a wet spot on her comforter.

Walking towards the bathroom her mind was blank. It always was after they had sex, he didn’t make love to her anymore he just fucked her. He made her feel like she was just some pussy he couldn’t give up, and felt that way every single time. She started the shower up and wrapped her messy ponytail into a bun giving herself a once over in the mirror and dropped her head. He killed her self-esteem a little more every time they had sex. Making sure the water was the right temperature she stuck her hand in followed by the rest of her. A sense of calm washed over her with each drop of water that hit her skin, she peeked out at him and noticed he was rolling up another blunt, she felt the energy in the room shift but she couldn’t tell if it was negative or positive. She ignored it and enjoyed her shower. Feeling the combination of his and her juices running down her leg made her submerge herself deeper into the water.

She wasn’t on birth control but they never used condoms, and he never pulled out. She wasn’t worried; he smoked so much weed that his sperm count was almost nonexistent. She washed herself fairly quickly but stayed in the comfort of the water not wanting to be around him just yet, or at least not until she caught the vibe. She let a few thoughts cross her mind before finally deciding to turn the shower off. The last thing she needed was to be stuck in her head for the rest of the day. She grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her body, wiping her feet off on the rug. Getting the lotion and deodorant, she made her way back to the room and sat on the bed. He passed her the blunt while he watched her dry her hand off on the towel and take it from him. He looked away from her direction after she took the rolled paper from between his two fingers, both of them sitting with their backs to each other. The vibe was still off to her. He put his head in his hands and rubbed them down his face while letting out a deep sigh.

“What’s the problem?” he always beat around the bush and she was tired of it he either needed to speak his mind up front or leave it be. She passed the blunt back to him and pumped some of the lotion into her hands, she leaned forward and applied it to her legs. He took two deep pulls of the blunt and let the smoke clear his lungs, he took a deep breath and shook his head. “You did fuck that nigga Savannah,” she stopped what she was doing and shook her head. Chuckling in disbelief she got up and walked towards her drawer to immediately put some clothes on. “Un-fucking-believable,” was all she said while she slipped into a pair of boy shorts. “You don’t have to lie bruh, that shit feel different. I can tell,” he said rolling his eyes and standing up from off of the bed.

She didn’t even want to say anything, she just continued to get dressed wanting to get out of there before he got violent. “Exactly, that’s why you quiet.” she put a bra on and the same sweat suit that she had just taken off. Every time she moved he was right behind her. She whipped herself around quickly causing him to bump into her, “WHAT?!” She shouted, he jerked his neck back and laughed a little, “so wassup? You fucked that nigga?” She folded her arms across her chest and shook her head with a clear attitude. “NO! What the fuck do I really look like having sex with one nigga and turning around to fuck another one? That’s some hoe ass shit!” She yelled and brushed her hair into a high ponytail and braiding it down. “I wouldn’t put it past you,” she turned around and pushed him into the door with all the strength she could find and walked out of the bathroom. “Nigga you got me fucked up!” she grabbed her purse, “don’t put your fuckin’ hands on me Savannah.” He spoke through clenched teeth, and balled both of his fists following behind her.

She walked into the kitchen and looked around for her keys. He came around the corner and snatched her purse from her, “The fuck you think you going?” He held his arm out to block her from getting her purse as she reached for it. “Give me my purse Shane!” He pushed her back and she lunged for it again, “you going back to see that nigga and fuck him again?” She went to grab for the purse again before he pushed her back making her fall into the stove, he came over top of her and she got defensive and scared. She began to kick and punch at him not sure what he was going to do while he hovered over top of her. “Stop fuckin’ hitting me young!” He stayed over top of her. More tears fell clouding her view and the anger in her started to rise. “Get off of me!” She shouted. She wouldn’t stop kicking and punching at him at least not until he got from on top of her, “get off of me!” she shouted again but none of her blows were connecting and her requests went unnoticed. “I said stop hitting me!” He swung his fist at her and she felt it connect with her left cheek. She screamed in pain, and attempted to crawl backwards around the island on the kitchen floor. “Shit,” he dropped the purse and bent down trying to console her, “I’m sorry Savannah I didn’t mean to hit you.” Terrified, she continued to crawl away from him. She used the island counter to help her get to her feet. Grabbing her purse, and stuffing her keys and phone inside of it she went to leave out of the apartment. Her vision was blurry from her tears, her ear was ringing, and her head was pounding like nothing she’d ever felt. He grabbed her arms gently, “I didn’t mean to Sav. Please, I’m sorry.”

“GET OUT OF MY WAY SHANE!” She tried her best to get around him but he wouldn’t let her. “MOVE!” there was no way around him, “come on baby please don’t leave I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you.” He continued to hold her arms and was slightly yelling in her face, frustrated with her but more so with himself. “JUST MOVE SHANE!” She backed him up into a wall and he let go of her. She ran for the front door and unlocked it finally getting out of it. He followed after her, “Savannah please!” he was calling out for her while she ran down the hall, she didn’t say anything nor did she look back. She tried her best to focus on the ground to see where she was going while the neighbors started to peek out of their doors to see what all the commotion was, when they heard all the noise.

She kept her head low, and focused on her destination. She finally made it to the stairwell; she looked back and saw he was stuck behind the neighbors who had blocked him from running after her. She ran down the stairs as fast as she could and got to the garage. Practically sprinting to her car, she hit the button on the driver’s side door handle to unlock it. She heard her phone vibrate and knew immediately who it was, she pulled it out of her purse and cut it off. Wiping her face she took a few deep breaths to try to calm herself down as best as she could, but she didn’t wait too long because he’d be down in the garage shortly if she stalled. She started it up and made her way to the familiar destination.

The drive was difficult; she could barely see, her face was throbbing, and the situation replayed itself over and over in her head making her more emotional each time. She pulled into the driveway crooked, and shut the car off. Leaving her purse behind not bothering to lock the doors, she banged on the door a few times knowing her presence wasn’t expected. She didn’t call before she showed up, she didn’t even know if he was there but she hoped he was. She banged again. A few moments later she heard the locks click she kept her head down until he opened the door. “Sav-,” as soon as she heard his voice she looked up and he jerked his neck back and twisted his face. “That nigga hit you savannah?!” he grabbed her gently pulling her into his home and holding her tightly. He rubbed her head gently in the direction of her ponytail. He didn’t want to let her go, he felt like he was to blame. He was supposed to protect her from things like this and he felt like he failed. He rocked her back and forth rubbing her back, she sobbed into his shoulder not wanting him to ever let her go. “It’s ok baby girl. I got you now.”

He shut the door locking it behind them; he held her hand and walked her towards the living room. “Go sit down,” he said pointing to the couch. She did as she was told and sat in the corner of the couch. Kicking her shoes off, she bought her knees into her chest and wiped the tears from her face. She hissed in pain when she touched her left check and felt the slight knot that had begun to form.

He slid on his socks across the kitchen floor and into the living room with a baggie full of ice cubes. Sitting down next to her he laid her head in his lap and gently held the ice pack on her face to help reduce the swelling and making sure that it wouldn’t create a nasty bruise in the morning. Undoing her braid and taking her ponytail out, he ran his fingers through her hair as they sat in silence, not an awkward one; a comfortable one. One that they both needed. She sniffled every now and again, wiping her face after each one and adjusting herself a little. He didn’t want to make her talk, and he wouldn’t. He knew she had a lot on her mind right now and whenever she was ready she would let him in.

Stroking through her hair gently, his heart broke for her; such a beautiful individual that was mentally broken. He knew her before Shane, and he knew when she finally decided to leave him he would still be there for her afterwards. Except this time around it would be him showing her how she should be treated. He just didn’t know when that time would come, it had been five long years and here he was still waiting while she was still going through the same things. Maybe this was what she wanted; maybe this was the type of relationship that satisfied her. He shook those thoughts as quickly as they entered his mind, nah that wasn’t it. She just fell in love with who he used to be, and when he turned into who he is now she wanted to believe that this was a phase that he would grow out of. But in reality this was who he was and the man that she met was the one pretending to be something he wasn’t.

Rashad leaned his head back and thought back to when she first started talking about him. He was always buying her things, taking her on trips, doing whatever she needed. He supported her, genuinely cared about her, and was the man that she actually needed. He wouldn’t lie he was jealous of their relationship at first, it was supposed to be him. But Rashad wasn’t ready for that type of commitment and neither was she, she was so young. That was how their relationship shattered, they were moving too fast. The more time she and Shane had spent together the deeper she fell, until he showed his true colors.

But by then he had run everybody out of her life so that she didn’t have anyone to turn too but him, or at least that’s what he made her believe. Rashad sat back and watched Shane break her slowly until she was solely dependent on him. She lost her job, she began to fall behind in school, she just wanted to be about Shane all day, because he had fed her the bullshit that that was all she needed to worry about; being his woman. She would talk about him like he was God, and he was, he was her God.

He heard light snores coming from her lips and looked down at her smirking a little. He lifted her head up lightly and laid it back down gently making sure that he didn’t wake her. Walking towards an antique chest he had in the corner of the living room, he opened the top and grabbed a blanket, laying it over her. He sat on the couch opposite of the one she laid on and turned the TV on. He didn’t really care to watch anything but he wasn’t letting her leave his sight. Looking over at the clock he took note of the time, 9:38pm. He made a promise to himself while he watched her sleep peacefully. “I swear I will not let him or anyone else hurt you baby girl, that’s on everything.” He watched her for a little while longer before he ended up falling asleep himself.

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