ℋℯ𝓇 ℛℯ𝓂ℯ𝒹𝓎

3

Fayth

"How the hell did you get in here!" I yelled at Anthony.

He tilted his head to the side. The tattoos on his face I once found attractive now creeped me out. Everything about him creeped me out.

"What you questioning me for. You my woman!" he yelled back at me.

I kept quiet, not wanting to upset him any further.

"First I don't get an invite to your party now you got niggas dropping you off," he said angrily.

"Malik Maverick, was it? Lil nigga used to be on the corner now he think he big and bad." he asked me but I didn't speak back.

"You fucking him? You fucking Malik, Fayth!?" he yelled now getting out of his seat and making his way towards me. The smell of alcohol consumes him.

I somehow managed to speak. "No. He just dropped me off..."

He grabbed my neck and began to choke me. "Stop lying! I know you fucking him!"

I was struggling to breathe as I tried to pull his hands away from my throat but he was too strong.

He eventually let me go but then he punched me in the face causing me to fall to the ground.

He immediately began kicking me in my stomach and my head, literally everywhere he could.

I screamed and begged for him to stop. This wasn't the first time he put his hands on me although this was the most severe.

After what seemed like forever he stopped.

"Make me something to eat, bitch" he walked toward the back of the apartment.

I lay on the ground crying for at least fifteen minutes. Every part of my body aching.

I forced myself to get up because if I didn't that would make him angrier.

I went to the bathroom to clean myself up. Looking in the mirror I saw a shadow of the person I used to be.

Most of the damage he did to me was covered by my clothes and there was a big bruise near my right eye. It would probably be black by tomorrow.

Tears streamed down my face as I looked at myself.

Happy Birthday to me.

*****
The next day

I opened my eyes to find myself alone. That wasn't unusual.

Usually, Anthony would come at night and be gone by morning.

I heard shuffling somewhere through the apartment so he must be still here surprisingly.

My phone rang. It was a Facetime call from Maliyah. I answered it to see her all dressed up. I don't understand how this girl never got hangovers.

My whole body hurt. I was hungover and abused all at the same time.