Bittersweet

FRESH START

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"Different," I say that because he had changed my whole world, I was broken, I LEFT with nothing, I had no clothes, no money, and no shower for Almost 1 1/2 days because I was TIRED.
The whole time all I could think about was "How to leave?", "How to get away." Throughout nights and days while I would just sit at my mom's house, on my bed bottled up into a ball, I would have him on my mind, thinking like "I know I love him, I just wish it siding hurt for me to leave so I could go get me some serious help,
Like why I could leave to just go get my life together first." But once I figured myself out I chose and I swore to my soul "I would never go back."
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That's Mike, he was such a gentleman when we first met, it was the beginning of 12th grade. We met one another through a friend of a friend, I was very much into him not knowing or caring if he felt the same. I gave him my number and all, but 3 weeks from then passed and I didn't receive not one text message, or at least a booty call. I guess he was "playing his game"
as the thugs say. It would've been a week since then, back at school. Mike passed by and didn't murmur a word, as if he didn't notice her, almost as if he had a whole different mind reboot or something, & he was with a whole new girl. She was brow skin, with a big chunk of ass, and ofc I'm just standing there
looking.
"Girl you better go tell him you're not one of them!"
"Nah it's good, I'm not stressing over that boy."
But In reality, she was thinking hard about "that boy", it'd just be a shame for her to say it which she was thinking hard about.
The whole scenery had changed, and he lost his mind.
"Wassup ma'"
"Boy"
As she says that she starts to look behind her and asks him "Who are you talking to?"
"You know who I'm talking to."
"Listen I'm not on your timing obviously, so imma let you do you and imma do me, cause we're just not for one another."
"Slow down, hold up"
"Yeah, you're not my type anyways."
While she says that she smirks.
"Oh really? That's how you feel?"
"I would've never said it if I didn't."
The trust is she was lying she didn't feel that way. She loved his dirty drawings. 5 weeks walking past one another in the school building, It's been a minute since she's noticed him, or at least since he's noticed her looking.
"Ayy, ma'"
She attempts to walk faster as he yells for her, he catches her and wraps his arms around her waist & rubs his junk up against her booty as she feels it she gets wet, but turns quickly and slaps him.
"YOU WEIRDO"
She shouts as he's holding his face.
"Damn girl you got some hard as hands"
But till this day she didn't know her 'being strong' was gonna come back to bite her in the ass.
It's been 5 months, Mike and Reign we're getting closer, and their relationship status had led to them being together. For good now, none of that playing shit.
"C'mon lemme walk you."
"You need to be going to class too."
"I'm not going yet 'cause I wanna spend time with my girl."
See y'all? Sweet, he was so sweet I just don't know what I did to him, I made him a monster y'all.
The moral of the story is HE CHANGED. It's been 5 months since we've graduated, we're fresh meat, we're rookies to the world, and we're on our own.
In the middle of those 5 months, we proceeded to purchase an apartment with one another, we were cool, day by day goes by, and one night he comes home drunk with a Bottle of Crown Royal in his right hand and him chocking me with the other one.
I couldn't breathe, that's all I remember my mind saying, 'You can't breathe reign'
5 weeks go by and it gets worse he starts hitting me often, and although I thought it'd get better it never did. I stayed till I was broken, and tired.
We had gotten toxic and worse at one point in time.
He would hit me, I would hit him back, but then one day I quit and he started doing it on a regular as if he were getting enjoyment out of it.
He was rude, he started abusing me physically, mentally, and emotionally. I felt weak.
"He was my drug, he was toxic. I was a fool for him."
But it was all a dream, she scoots herself up in tears, and Quickly grabs a rag.
The whole time, she was trying to convince herself that She'd be alright, and she'd heal.
She groans.
About 40 minutes had gone by.
Voices are coming from the kitchen as she just sits on the other side of the wall and listens.
"We have to get her back talking."
"She still ain't talking Mrs. Ru'?"
As soon as she heard the male voice her whole body shook and froze at the same time, like she was shocked.
"No sir, she hasn't, I mean she says little to nothing sentences but then she's quiet again."
"Oh wow. Well is there a way I could see her?"
She quickly ran to her room, closed the door, and jumped back in bed.
Not even 4 minutes go by when she hears a knock on her door.
"Who is it?"
"August."
"Can I come in?"
"Umm... sure."
The door slowly opens as he peeks around to stare at her.
When he walked in, she was sitting in her comfortable, modern rose gold desk chair while sitting on her left leg and letting her right shake as she rocks back and forth in the chair.
"So..."
As August says that she looks up and gives him a confused look.
"You alright?"
"Mhm"
"We haven't talked in years, how have you been?"
"Good."
He walks closer and slowly grips her upper thigh as she quickly jumps up.
"You know we can't do that."
"I didn't do anything"
He gets closer and looks into her eyes as he grabs her around the waist and pulls her hips against his.
He whispers in her ear, a saying they would use together when they were children.
He tickles her ear with his cold minty fresh scented breath.
"We only get younger."
He picked her up and sat her on the desk as she ripped off his shirt and aggressively kissed and sucked on her neck.
About 30 minutes go by, as August gently threw Reign onto the bed and turned her around, before you knew it there are moans and groans, it quickly stops and they've freshened up enough to look more professional in front of Mrs.& Mr. Kingston.
They rush back to the front suspiciously.
"Hey, mom."
"Hey, sweetie. feeling better?"
"Yes ma'am."
As she struggles to get it out in one sentence, she feels a warm hand sitting on top of her butt, as August rubbed the spot where he was hitting the entire time they were having sex.