Monae's POV 💙
Glancing at the clock once more I was beginning to get nervous, it was 11:58 pm and he still wasn't back as yet. I didn't know if to be relieved he isn't here or afraid of his return, sighing I laid back on the bed. I was exhausted, between work and dealing with Amir's shit I've been feeling really tired and stressed lately. Not to mention my weight gain due to my increased appetite, I think I've been stress-eating, I thought as I succumbed to sleep.
"Ayo, wake your ass up"
Feeling a smack on my leg bed, I jumped up glancing at the clock which read 2:00 am before setting my gaze on Amir who sat at the foot of the bed just watching me. I didn't know what to say because I didn't know what he was thinking, and anything could set him off.
"Ar-"...
"What were you doing at Ink Nae?" he cut my words off with his question.
" I wasn't at Ink Mir," I stated as I got up off the bed already irritated that I waited up for him and he came with his bullshit...
"You legit gonna stand there and lie to my face Monae? Nika said she f**king saw you!!"
"I wasn't at the club Amir!!, I've never even been to that club, and no matter what I say, you'll still believe that old ass bitch because you're fucking her!!! I shouted. "I work and come my ass straight home, cook, clean, and it's never enough for you. I don't know what you want from me, Amir!! I said throwing my hands up as tears streamed down my face. He just sat there staring at me not saying anything and that irritated me even more.
"I-I can't do this anymore Mir, I think it's best if we just end things between us" I sighed turning away and headed for the bathroom. I was stopped in my tracks as he gripped my arm and spun me towards him.
"So you want to leave me for those dudes you f**king behind my back huh?" He stated as shook me.
"Have you been listening to anything I've said, Amir? There are no other dudes!! You're only coming up with this shit in your delusional mind to compensate for the fact that you are the one being unfaithful!! I shouted in his face.
He glared down at me with a dark look in his eyes that sent shivers down my spine, my body automatically went flight mode as I tried to get out of his grip, but he tightened his hold on my arms and wrapped his fingers around my neck as he brought me closer to his face. Chuckling darkly, he gritted out slowly "You belong to me Nae, I'm the one that took you in and took care of your ungrateful ass after you ran away from home because your alcoholic foster dad couldn't keep his hands to himself." Tightening his grip on my neck, it was becoming harder to breathe, as I scratched at his arms to let me go.
"You're hurting me" I whimpered out as he shoved me to the ground, and he began pacing and mumbling to himself about me not leaving.
Trying to catch my breath, I glanced up in time to see him charging towards me, my eyes widened as I scrambled to get away, but I was too slow.
TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️
Amir's fingers wrapped around my throat once more as he began applying more pressure as he straddled me and began tearing at my clothes. Panicking, I began fighting under him trying to get away, my actions were cut short as his fist connected to the side of my face temporarily stunning me but that was short-lived as my entire face exploded in pain due to Amir continuously plummeting me as his grip on my neck tightened.
I could feel myself drifting in and out of consciousness due to the lack of oxygen as he continued undressing me. Is this it? I thought, is this how I'll die? Being assaulted at the hands of the man I thought loved me? The man that acted like I meant the world to him when we met? My body felt cold as he entered me, and I let out a low whimper.
"You're mine Nae, and I'll make sure it's the last thing you remember" was the last thing I heard followed by a loud pop before I succumbed to the darkness.
TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ End
Opening my eyes, the first thing I was made aware of was my nakedness as a chill ran over my body. Trying to move, my entire body felt like it was on fire as a blinding pain shot through my abdomen. Finding the strength to get up, I was stopped by the sight of blood at my side, as I touched the area, pain shot through my body, and I whimpered.
I was shot, Amir shot me, he tried to kill me!! My mind began racing as blood continued pouring out the wound.
Picking up the torn nightshirt near me on the floor I pressed it to my side and used the bed to lift myself, I felt so cold.
Dragging to the dresser, I fumbled with the drawer trying to open it. I didn't look into the mirror because I know I would have broken down. I couldn't even feel my face, was Amir really going to leave me to bleed out on the floor? As the thought ran through my mind I froze, oh my God, what if he's still in the house? I panicked, temporarily forgetting about my wound as I quickly grabbed the top and joggers slipping them on.
I headed to the bathroom as fast as I could and slid out the loose compartment under the sink taking out the bag with my documents and the money I had been saving. Making sure everything was there, I headed for the bedroom door.
Cracking it open I peered outside and didn't see anyone, so I made my way down the stairs as my side continued burning. My top was already soaked through, and my vision was beginning to blur, I knew I had to get as far away as possible before I passed out because if Amir caught me I was as good as dead. Slipping on my footwear, I opened the door and hurried out not even bothering to close it behind me.
They should steal all his shit.
Black spots began to cloud my vision, I don't know how long I had been walking for, but I was a good way from the house but not far enough especially with him driving. A black car that was slowly approaching caught my attention and without thinking I ran in front of the oncoming vehicle as it slowed to a stop before hitting me and I could make out the silhouette of the driver getting out and approaching me. "Please help" I whispered as I passed out.
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