Broken

Abuser/lover

I was driving home after an amazing night out at the club with Tori.

The music was still echoing in my head, and a smile played on my lips

As I  pulled into i driveway, i noticed the lights were on. I assumed Isaiah was waiting for me. Quietly, I opened the door and stepped inside.

But as I walked into the living room, my heart stopped.

Isaiah was having sex with another woman on the couch.

Rage and pain surged through me instantly.
Without thinking, I lunged at the girl and hit her.

The girl screamed and fought back, and soon we were in a fierce brawl.

Isaiah tried to pull us apart, shouting, but I couldn't hear anything over the sound of her breaking heart.

Finally, I pulled away, breathing heavily. I
looked at Isaiah with a mix of hatred and sadness before running out of the house.

Once outside, I leaned against my car and pulled out my phone and seen that Dominique text me on instagram under lil baby.

..—————————————————————..

                                  Lilbaby
                               Instagram
                     23.3M followers • 14 Post
                           They follow you

Yo jayda?
                           
Hey Dominique

Wyd?

Nothing just got home wbu?
Seen
Typing

———————————————————————
JAYDA GOT OFF HER PHONE

I stood outside for a few moments, trying to collect myself .

The cool night air helped calm my racing heart, but the pain and betrayal still stung deeply. After taking a few deep breaths,

I decided to go back inside. I needed to clear my head, and a hot shower seemed like the only thing that might help.

I walked back into the house, ignoring Isaiah and the girl, who were now hurriedly getting dressed.

I didn't say a word as she made her way to the bathroom. I locked the door behind me, turned on the shower, and stepped under the steaming water.

As the hot water cascaded over me, i let myself cry, the tears blending with the shower's stream.

After what felt like an eternity,

i finally turned off the water and wrapped myself  in a towel.

I avoided looking in the mirror, not wanting to see the hurt and anger reflected back at me.

I dried off quickly and put on my most comfortable pajamas.

With a heavy heart, I walked to the bedroom. Isaiah was nowhere to be seen, and for that, I was grateful.

I climbed into bed, pulling the covers up to my chin, and stared at the ceiling.

My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but exhaustion soon took over.

As she drifted off to sleep, she hoped that tomorrow would bring some clarity and strength to deal with the situation.

3 hours go by

Isaiah walked in the room and screamed "BITCH"
And *smack* me out my sleep.

I wake up screaming in confusion like why the fuck would you hit me Isiah

Isaiah said "bitch why was you talking to my homeboy at the club"

What homeboy nigga like what the fuck weren't you just cheating on me

Isaiah said "I don't give a fuck bitch" *smack* again

Bro Isaiah keep your hands to your self *in tears*

Shows picture⬇️

Uhh Isaiah before I could get my sentence out he
*smack* me again

Isaiah said "bitch stop playing dumb with me"

Isaiah he just asked me a question

NEW CHAPTER DROPPING SOON