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"Shit.. hide in here and please please don't come out until mommy says so." Moni says, pushing her children into a closet.
"It's dark in here mommy i'm scared." Ahmoni whined, shuffling around her siblings.
"Shhh... it's okay baby. Think of.. happy things. God didn't give you fear. Remember that. If anyone but mommy opens this door I want you all to run. Don't look back. Mommy will find you I-" She started silently crying.
"I will find you. If anyone, even your father, opens this door get as far as you can from this house."
"What's wrong?" Armoni asked, wiping his mother's eyes.
"Everything is oka-" "MONI BRING YO ASS!" Their father, Qasim, yelled.
Moni's heart rate increased and she shushed her kids, then closed the closet door.
"Oh my god... fuck why won't this shit open...?" Moni struggled to get the front door open.
If she couldn't escape, she atleast wanted to make sure her kids could.
She grabbed a nearby vase and broke it on the doorknob. She thought that would break the lock.
She slid some glass under the closet door for her kids to protect themselves.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!? WATCHU OVA DEA DOIN?" Qasim yelled.
"W- I um.. dropped thi- the vase. I b- bum-ped into i-t" Moni stuttered.
All she could hear was a slight laugh. He was on the other side of the house but she was listening hard for her safety.
"You broke my shit..?" He asked, lowly. His voice was getting closer.
"I'm so-rry." She responded. Her voice was cracking and she was shaking.
Her body was filled with chills and her heart dropped as he turned the corner.
He smacked his teeth, looking at the glass on the floor.
"You wanna break shit right?" He asked. He was talking so low that she didn't hear him.
"Hm?" He repeated. "I'm sorry I- I didn't hea-"
He threw a different vase at her. The kids in the closet collectively gasped slightly as they saw their mother get hit with something and fall within seconds.
She had a cut at the top of her head that was oozing blood.
"I'm sorry Q." She got up and looked at her feet, completely ignoring what just happened and the blood dripping down her face.
"Mhm." He hummed, staring at something.
"I-I didn't mean to I ju-" "Where my kids at?"
Her heart stopped for a second. "I- um.. dropped them o- I dropped them off at my mom's.. house."
He put his hand around her neck. She jerked back at first. She didn't even realize he was that close to her. She started to hyperventilate.
"Bitch stop lying where my kids?" "I just- they can't be aroun-"
She hesitated to finish her sentence. He was staring her down with dark eyes like he wanted to kill her.

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Love
Romance1 Corinthians 13:4-7 Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears a...