Abusive Boyfriend

Wishing All Because of Him

Present time

I woke up sore from all the violence yesterday. I couldn't go any where, I had to stay home all day and everyday until the bruises wasn't visible. I just stared at the walls blankly, to hurt to get up. groaning in pain as I try to get up, getting up myself hurts so bad and I got to pee. I do my thing, wash my hands and etc; and start limping around to make the pain go away faster. The only time I'm able to go out is to do laundry, go to work, go to the mailbox in the complex building since we live in a condo/apartment. I went to college to become a therapist but when I met Amir all my goals faded away. I wish I never met Mir.

The building me and Amir living in is really thick so nobody can hear my screams, yelling or shouting. But Mir will always make sure that I covered up all my bruises before I go out. I have to ask for permission before going out. As soon as I go to the bathroom to do my hair in a cute afro, put on my uniform then head off to work, since I got this new job because my old boss says I was always missing work, which was true and it was all because of Amir, I'm currently working at sonic. I wish I had my dream job. I wish I had a car.

I get to my closet and get my sonic uniform for work. I put on my shoes and head out the door, thank God Mir is still sleep. As I walk to work which is almost an hour of walking, sweating and pouting I finally reached my location and get to working. I spot one of my asshole co-workers started bragging about how their day went and how her boyfriend do all these thing for her, I felt jealousy thinking 'that could never be me'. How somebody like her have the perfect relationship and she's the devil herself. I wish I'd die in my sleep.

Once I'm done working at 8:30 I head home. I walked in and I spot Amir on the couch facing the door looking at me, I tried to read his expression and I spot anger and frustration. Amir is now standing up, I keep rubbing my hand against my uniform pants because It's getting hot in here. Nervous about what Mir is about to do. "Why you home so late?", I wish somebody would break in right now a kidnap me. "Keyajah... Why. Are. You. Late?! You should've been here an hour ago!"

He yell in my face, towering over me. I started speaking "I don't have a car and you know it takes me bout an hour to get to work and back." "You tryna get smart with me Key?", "N-". My sentence cut short by a stinging pain on my left cheek which I figured was a slap. He grabbed me by my face and pushed me against the door I was still standing at. "oww", I say because of my head being pushed onto the door. I wish I could leave.

"Thump" He drops me as soon as somebody knocks on the door, he pull me by my hair and I try to catch up so my hair don't rip out. He knows how much love my hair. He pushed me into the basement and walked out, closing the door and locking it behind him. That's how I knew his friends was over because they found me attractive and he beat me because he says I was asking for attention. That's when he started locking me in. I wish I was ugly.

I heard him unlock the door and him leaving. So I started going up to my room, I took a shower, crying in the shower because I cant get out of this. I'm trapped. I feel useless. I feel dirty. All because of him. The only time he'd would say "sweet things" to me was when he was using me. I felt so disposal. I hate him. I love him. I-.... I love...d him. I wished I never loved him.

I get out the shower, dry off, put my panties on, get my bonnet and put it on my head then get straight in bed.

I wake up to intentional noises, I hear a bed head board being banged into the wall, and the bed squeaking. Which I don't care because he will never be getting any kitty from me. I hear a loud ass girl, I get out of bed and put on my work clothes, put on my lipgloss and mascara since my Melanated skin already makes me look like I'm wearing makeup. No baby, I just shine naturally.

I go to open my room door and suddenly every noise stop, Amir rushed out with his shirt covering his crunchy, wrinkly looking ass balls. He spots me heading for the door. The girl walk out butt ass naked to see why he left the bedroom. He turns to look at her then back at me, "Key, this aint wha-" I cut him off by saying, "Fuck who you please". Then left for work.