"shut the hell up" he screamed at me, I looked in fear of what was next. I hadn't said a single letter. He looked at me with big brown eyes and spoke sweet and soft, " Im sorry Ma, I just got angry." he whispered. " I had nodded, not making a peep. I walked into the kitchen. i pulled a pan out I decided to make pancakes eggs and sausage. I saw Christian walk in. I began cooking. I was so tired. I could barely see because of the pain marks on my eyes. I thought to myself, how... how could he hit on someone he loves? i was going to ask but i decided to keep my mouth shut, or i would regret it. Christian sat at the table in the kitchen ,he just sat there looking down at his phone. He was a tall 6 foot man, with a caramel complexion. he had tattoos all over. He had a grill, and curly hair. he had a low cut that allowed his curls not to be mistaking for waves. i must admit he was something to look at. I was thinking of how I don't deserve what I get. How I should get away before its to late and he kills me. but I know he would kill me & any one who tried to stop him. I'd rather not put any one else in danger. "Come to daddy baby." He spoke. I walked to him to. " what's wrong?" He asked me sounding as if for once he gave a fuck about me. "Im fine." i said faking a smile, it seems like im always faking a smile. he hugged me tightly. " im sorry for hurting you baby. Want me to show you how sorry I am " he began to rub over my thigh and breast. "No thank you." i spoke softly. Then he got aggravated, "im trying to make love to you baby, lemme show you real love ."
And in my head i laughed , how dumb does he think i am? He doesn't love me. "Im cooking." I replied simply to him. I put the food on the plate and ate. After eating i did my hygiene routine showering, hair, makeup.
I put on a simple Victoria's secret Pink shirt, and the matching pants. with that my wheat timbs. I had done my curly hair into a half up half down look with a bun at the top. Since Christian leaves "love" marks as he calls it, my make-up needed to be cakey to cover all my leftover pain. I walked to the room seeing Christian stretched out on the bed. "where the hell you going?" he screamed at me, i saw a Jack Daniels in his hand signaling he is drinking . "I was just going to pick up a few things from the store, need anything ?" i said to him. it wasnt completely true but that's not his business. "your pussy " he slurred at me. i walked out the room in disgust. grabbing my phone keys and purse. he followed me down the stairs. "get back, kiss me " he said to me, i have him a peck on the lips "be back later . love you" i said hurrying out the door. i walked to my all black hummer with matte black detailing, and got in driving off as quick as possible. I thought as i drove how much he means to me, how my friends are crazy for thinking i shouldn't love him. honestly there mad, he loves me and they have no one. maybe their jealous that he buys me anything i need and want. i moved in with Christian after high school. he knows about my past. I'd been living with my cousin, because my mom and dad died when i was 6 i remember then leaving that day. Little did i know that's the day my life would change. I met Christian my junior year in high school he was a senior. He treated me like a princess. he loved me and never hit me. he didnt start hitting me till the summer after high school. thats when he got mad one day he saw me picking up papers for a boy , he was so angry with me. he was so evil at that time. He punched me , threw me , pushed me, kicked me, anything he knew would hurt me, he did it. Thats when i lost my trust with him. he spoils me still but, its nothing when the love isn't there. As i pulled up to the store i walked inside, i got a basket and picked up items we really needed like milk, bread, butter, and eggs. i thought about what I wanted to cook for dinner. i decided on creamy chicken Alfredo. i went to look for the Alfredo sauce not paying any attention to my surrounding i bumped into a man, he was around 6 feet tall and looked biracial he had minor to few freckles on his nose and cheeks .he had the look like a playa look. standing with Legend blues ,khakis, and the matching shirt. "oh , im soooooo sorry. excuse me " i said walking away quickly. he stopped me "can i get yo name ma?" i smiled, "its uhh, Ariel, yours?" He smiled, allowing me to see his dimples "Im D, and im trying to get to know you better ". i smiled. he got my number and i continued shopping then headed home.
