* VON'S BEST FRIEND WILL BE ALIVE AND PRESENT IN THIS STORY. JAMES JOHNSON AKA T ROY. I'M GONNA SHOW YOU GUYS A PICTURE OF HIM BELOW*
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Rest In Peace 😒💛
Dallas, Texas
(Flash back to 2017)
"I don't give no fucks. You tell me EVERYWHERE you fucking go. What part are you still confused about?" That familiar voice that I grew to hate so fucking much. I've been dating this nigga for 2 years and when I tell you that I got my ass BEAT ?! I mean that shit. This nigga would put his hands on me as if I stole his weed or something.
"I literally went to the store, boy you be tripping I swear to god. I fucking hate you, bitch!" I said fighting the tears cause I ain't no weak ass female. I ran up the stairs with this nigga darting right behind me. He grabbed my foot and made me fall and hit my chin on two of the steps that I was about to run up. I bit my entire tongue so my shit was leaking, no surprise though. He stood over me and then proceeded to walk back downstairs. I got up slowly while walking slow to the bathroom.. I feel like I'm going to need fucking stitches.
"Ice that tongue of yours, cause you gonna need it later for when I get back" He yelled out to me before slamming the door shut and locking it. I looked in the mirror at myself and basically bawled my eyes out. I texted my best friend India and told her to come pick me up. I couldn't talk so until this shit get stitched? I'm gonna be texting every damn body.
India knocked frantically on the door . I walked down the stairs to open the door, as soon as she seen my mouth.. that bitch turned red as hell. Mind you, she bout light skin as hell so it looked funny. On our way to the hospital, I kept feeling like she was burning a hole into my face. I hesitated to look at her, she gonna keep telling me the same shit.
"What the fuck A? I been told you to leave this clown ass nigga alone" She spoke with aggression. I rolled my eyes because it's nothing I can really say. I guess I was desperate for his attention.. I know it ain't love but I don't even know what the fuck that is. I just know getting hit then fucked after. Shit ain't lit, you start to feel like a easy hoe or some shit. I never was loved properly and I damn sure don't know how to put that shit out. Thanks to the shithole of a "man" that I'm stuck wit'.
After waiting for 25 minutes, I finally got my stitches we went to go get some food. I can't eat shit hard so I'm mad about that.
"You need to come live me in Chicago. It'll be a brand new start and they got some cheap ass houses out there. I had an apartment within the first couple weeks that I turned 19" She explained. She spoke to me about this before and I always never know what to say. I felt so fucking stupid, everyone told me he wasn't no good. Me being myself, I thought he could change and everyone deserves a second chance. Once a woman beater? Always a women beater. I learned that shit first hand.
