Need of Happiness

9

Once he disappeared downstairs, I hurried off the ground and ran upstairs to my room. I grabbed my suitcase and started to throw clothes in there.

I can't believe he hit me....

I kept throwing clothes in the large suitcase until it filled up to the point I can't put anymore in there. I zipped the suitcase up and went to my stash which was in the cubby in my nightstand, holding 3,000 dollars in cash. I stuffed that in my back pocket and put the suitcase under the bed once I heard De'quan loud foot steps.

He walked in the room with a frown on his face. "I'm sorry baby. I didn't mean to hurt you." he went up to me and pulled me in a hug.

I didn't even hug back. I was still shocked and scared, besides why would I hug a man that put his hands on me.

De'quan pulled away and peck my lips. "Do you forgive me?"

"Um. I- Yes, I f-forgive you." I stuttered out of fear of I didn't.

His frown turned into a smile. "Great. I'll be in the shower, make me some breakfast please." he walked in the bathroom, not before slapping and gripping my ass extra hard.

When I heard that water running, I took clothes from his closet and dresser and piled it all on the bed. I grabbed my suitcase and placed it downstairs by the door. I made sure I had my phone, keys and money before going back up stairs, grabbing his belt and baby oil.

My mother told me three things I should do if my husband ever put his hands on me: make him a pot of grits or oil his body after the shower and/or you put extra ingredients in his food. Since I don't have time to cook anything, I'll just oil his body.

I walked into the bathroom, leaving the door wide open before putting baby oil in front of the shower door. I set the baby oil bottle on the sink.

"De'quan." I said loud enough for him to hear me.

"Yes?"

"I am cheating on you, and he's better than you in bed."

Immediately the shower stopped and the door swings open, revealing De'quan naked body. "What the fuck did you say?" He said through gritted teeth.

I smirked. "I fucked someone else. And his dick is bigger than yours."

De'quan stepped out the shower.

Big mistake....

He took one more step. De'quan slipped easily. I swing the belt at his body multiple times, hearing his yells and agony.

"You. Bastard. You. Have. The. Nerve. To. Put. Your. Hands. On me." I said in every swing of the belt. If you was outside the bathroom, all you would hear is screams, the sound effect of the belt hitting a wet body and my cursing.

When I got tired, which was 5 minutes later. I dropped the belt on the tile floor. De'quan was trying to get up, but kept falling down. "You bitch!" He yelled.

I nod. "Yeah, I'm a bitch and your just another bitch nigga that can't even last 20 minutes in bed. I'm going to file for divorce."

He chuckled. "Watch, you're going to come back."

I shook my head. "I would never come back to my unhappy life." With that I threw my wedding ring at him and walked out to the bedroom.

I took the blunt I made during his shower in between my lips before sparking it up with my lighter. I hit the blunt two times before throwing the lighter on the pile of expensive clothes that immediately went into flames.

I smiled to myself as I watched the bed go into flames. I walked out the bastards room and downstairs to the front door where my suitcase is.

"What the fuck!" I heard De'quan yell.