Sandcastles (Erik Killmonger Y/N story)

Sandcastles | Part. I

A/N: I haven't written in a very long time so please be gentle with me. I got in the mood to write and thought, why not? Loosely proofread it. I hope it's not complete trash. :( If this is familiar, it's because I was thehoodsweetheart and published this in part on tumblr. After a long hiatus, I have the will power to continue writing.
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Word Count: 2,471

Trigger Warnings: Slight Angst (?), Violence, Hints of emotional abuse

Erik x Black Reader (will always be a Black reader. Sorry not Sorry).

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The iPhone's screen illuminated white with its signature black apple dead center. You inhaled deeply letting out an exasperated breath awaiting the lock screen to appear. You used your thumb to spin the wedding ring around your finger. Your eyes shifted from the device to the house you were parked in front of. It was a large modern styled house, almost as if it were overcompensating for something. The lawn was well manicured yet it showed no semblance of life. At 11:45 AM, not a single light peeking from any of the vast windows, or a single car in the winding driveway gave the impression that someone was 'home'.  Great... This was your home.

The chiming of the overbearing amount of notifications snapped out of your daze. You furrowed your eyebrows together immediately turning off the ringer to silence the noise. 587 text messages, 107 missed calls, 107 voicemails to accompany those missed calls, and let's not count the emails, Instagram DM's, and Facebook messages. They were pretty much all from Erik, except for a few texts from your best friend Samantha, Shuri, and T'Challa. Nonetheless, their texts were probably due to Erik pestering them.

Five days. That's how long you were gone. Five days since your phone was last turned on. You thought Erik should have given up after the first 20 unanswered calls and text messages. You made it very clear that you done this time. Matter of fact, you promised you were done. You opened the stream of Erik's texts trying to scroll as much as you could to get a glimpse where he was mentally. His texts went from being riddled with arrogance and indifference, in true Erik Stevens form, to desperate and apologetic, then came the slue of "I love you's". You slouched in your seat behind the steering wheel and continued to skim the texts rolling your eyes.

The most recent voicemail from Erik made your chest tight as a lump formed in your throat. His voice was laced with venom.

Y/n, you really on some bullshit! How many times do a nigga have to apologize love? I've been calling you like I'm FUCKIN' CRAZY! (He chuckles darkly.)You really gone walk away from everything like that baby? You left me here with our daughter and you don't even give a fuck. What if something happened to Iman and I was trying to let you know? What the fuck kind of mother are you!? (Iman cried in the background.)

How dare he use her against you? You blinked away tears thinking of your 8-month-old daughter. You loved Iman with your entire being. She was literally the light of your life and string of hope that love still remained in your marriage. You never wanted to leave her but you couldn't stay. There was also no way in hell Erik would let you take her with you. The night you left he refused to let you take her. Now he was trying to guilt trip you.

Erik cheated.This wasn't his first affair either. You honestly questioned if this was truly the second affair. You guys were nearing your third year of marriage and he'd already been caught having an affair prior to this. The first time was during your first year of marriage. You'd questioned why he even married you in the first place, but he swore he loved nobody like he loved you and couldn't live without you. Like the naïve girl you were, you forgave him. This time you couldn't. You promised if he cheated again, you would walk away and never look back.