Alisha Lilith Black.
Intimidating.
Ruthless.
Killer.
Deadly.
Mysterious.
The Devil herself.
That is what people referred to her as. She was called "Diavola" while streetfighting and street racing. She is the most dangero...
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TW! This chapter discusses mental health issues that some people may find triggering.
For the first time in a long time, I was laying down with an emotion that was beginning to feel unknown. Happiness. I have everything I wanted. I have my children. I have my freedom. I have my love back again. I have a family, and I'm not going to lose it ever again.
I look down next to me and see her angelic face as she slept peacefully cuddled up to my chest. I smiled and pulled her even closer to me. Sometimes I get really scared. I get fucking terrified. What if I close my eyes and it's all gone? What if it's just inside my head? What if I'm not worthy of this family?
I don't know how and I don't know when but my breathing had gotten faster and louder, my sight had gotten blurry as tears rolled down my face, and my head was spinning, flitting from thought to thought. Alisha must have noticed because the next thing I know my head is pulled to the crook of her neck as she caresses my head and whispers sweet nothings in my ear.
"I'm here darling. Calm down." She whispered I'm my ear as I tried to regulate my breathing.
When I was a kid I went through a lot of shit that a child shouldn't have to see and that fucked me up mentally. I spent years in therapy and was diagnosed with severe anxiety, depression, and anger issues. I had panic and anxiety attacks when my thoughts got too much but I tried to conceal them so people didn't see me vulnerable. I would wake up in the hospital sometimes after a panic attack became too bad. From that I also got Insomnia. I had so many medicines and shit doctors prescribed me but none of it worked. At one point I gave up. I stopped taking my meds. I got way worse. I couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, my anger got worse and worse. I was at my lowest. I had hit rock bottom. If it wasn't for her, I would be dead since long ago.
"Hey, hey Dom, look at me."
I lifted my head up as I had calmed down slightly and looked at her.
"Everything is going to be ok, I promise. You are ok. I'm here and I am not going anywhere." She spoke softly and caressed my face.
"Come on. Let's go back to sleep now. We have some bitches to deal with later."
And with that I laid my head on her chest, her steady heartbeat lulling me to sleep almost instantly.
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