Beauty and the beast

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Going through my closest I sighed not knowing what I wanna wear tonight. Me and Glock are back from our mini in home vacation. You would think after spending four days and three nights straight with me, he would be sick of me but he's not. He supposed to be coming to get me for our first "official" date as a couple. Corny? Maybe but I don't care, it was my idea and I love it. Glock said don't call it that cause it's not our first date as a couple, he been my man and it's me that didn't know.

But how the hell was I supposed to know we in a relationship when he never asked me? That's just a typical Florida nigga for you. They call you bae and now all of a sudden y'all go together. A knock at the door halted my search. I quickly ran to my dresser and pulled out the first clothes I seen. After slipping on the pajama shorts and oversized t-shirt I quickly walked to the living room, unlocking the front door. I opened the door with the biggest smile on my face that quickly dropped when I seen Tig standing there instead of Daeshawn.

"Tig? What you doing here?" I asked with a mug very evident on my face. "I missed you. Our anniversary coming up and I wanted to see you." He said with a slight grin. "Trayvon." I sighed. "So what you ain't got no time for yo first love no moe? You don't love me no moe?" He balled his face up and took a step closer. "You know I'll always have love for you, don't do that." "So what's the problem? Why you acting like I can't be here?" "Because you can't. We don't go together no more, you need to leave. And I'm about to have company."

"Oh so cause you finna have a nigga over I can't be here?" He squinted at me. "I don't give a fuck." He shoved me out the way and walked in anyway. "Trayvon please leave." I sighed. "You might as well close yo door cause I ain't going nowhere." He plopped down on my couch. I sighed and closed the door. I walked down the hallway and to my room. I closed the door and climbed in my bed. I'm not bout to waste my time going back and forth with his simple ass. Imma simply wait for to get here and whoop his ass or shoot him.

Either way I ain't gone too much give a damn. "So who coming over here? A nigga or sum?" Tig asked as he pushed through my room door. "Trayvon." I huffed. "I'm just asking." "Yes. Now can you please leave before he get here? I don't want or need no shit." "So you putting me out for a nigga?" "Are you high? Tig we not together." "So this new nigga yo boyfriend or sum?" "Yes." I sighed deeply. "Oh so you do go with ole dude I saw you with in the gas station that time?"

"Do it matter? I don't go with you so get the fuck on, BYE!" I sat up aggressively. "Bitch who you talking to?" He started walking towards me. "Gone on. I'm not in the fucking mood." I got out the bed. "Wassup you tryna fight or sum? You got up like you on that." He sized me. "Boy fuck you okay? You are literally the least of my worries." I rolled my eyes and threw my hand at him as I walked to my closet to continue looking for something to wear.

            As I was turnt around looking at each piece of clothing I felt a fist crash into the side of my face. The hit was so hard my neck snapped to the left and I hit my head and face on the closet door. "What the fu-." I was cut off by more punches raining down on me. I turned around and started returning them punches. No fucking way in hell he thought he was gone Debo his was in my shit AND whoop my ass!

Me and him were literally going blow for blow and I didn't intend on stopping no time soon! In the mist of us fighting he rammed me into my nightstand making me fall. As soon as I went down he started kicking and stomping me. As he lifted his leg to stomp me again, I quickly grabbed his other leg and pulled it. Making him fall flat on his back. I got on top of him and proceeded to start swinging again. It literally felt like I was fighting for my life!

Somehow we got off the floor and started bumping into stuff, knocking damn near everything over. I took one of the marble knick knacks off my dresser and hit him in the head. It dazed him and he started stumbling. I took that as my opportunity to make a run for it. I was running and trying to make sure he was behind me and ended up running into the wall. I banged my head so hard I fell. I got on all fours and quickly crawled until I made it to the front door.

"CALL THE POLICE!" I screamed and cried as I flung the door open. I started getting up to run outside. "Bitch I ain't done with you, where you going?" Tig came outta nowhere and drug me back in. "NOOOO! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME." He slammed the door and locked it. I got off the floor and ran to my room, closing and locking the door behind me. I frantically looked around for my phone. I found it on my bed buried under a pile of shit. I quickly went to my contacts and as Tig tried to kick the door open.

"Wassup sis?" "KOBE HELP ME PLEASE!" I screamed as the door swung open. "Stupid bitch who you calling?" He rushed inside the room. "Trayvon please leave." I whimpered. "I ain't going no fucking where." He started walking towards me slowly. Every step he took, I took two steps backwards until I bumped into my nightstand. He snatched my phone out my hand, looked at it and laughed. "You can't save her nie nigga." He laughed and hung up.

He threw my phone to the side and grabbed me by my neck. "Bitch if I can't have ya, nobody can." "OKAY OKAY!" I pleaded between breaths. "We can be together! I swear we can, just let me call Glock and I'll end it right now! Me and you can try to start a family again and everything." I tried to sell him dreams. "Glock?" He chuckled bitterly. "The same nigga you told me was yo friend? Hoe you tried to play me and embarrass me in front of my people with that nigga!"

"It's too late for all that shit, you lied and tried to play me like I'm a green ass nigga! You finna die tonight." His grip tightened. I started clawing at his arms but he wasn't phased. "P-pl-please!" I begged as tears rolled from the corners of my eyes. His eyes held an evil look, one I never seen before. I was TERRIFIED! He looked like the devil, it was genuinely scaring the shit outta me. "I'll do whatever you want, please. I'll move in with you and everything." I gasped.

He just kept looking at me them wild eyes, somehow his grip kept getting tighter. No matter what I said or did he was not budging! I might actually die tonight and I'm finally happy. "You be fucking dat nigga?" "No." I shook my head rapidly. "Bitch why you lying to me? Yes you do! You a freaky ass slut I know you do." "Trayvon I ain't fucked nobody since we broke up, PLEASE! I swear on our ba-." My words got caught in my throat as he started pulling on my pants. "Trayvon what you doing?" My heart and head started racing.

"Fuck me." "Huh?" I jerked my neck back. "You heard what I said. You say you ain't fucked nobody since me so fuck me." "No." I shook my head as a lump started to form in my throat. He lifted his shirt up letting me see the gun in his waistband. "Tig." I chocked out, now crying. I know he not about to force me to have sex with him! "Take your clothes off." He let my neck go and grabbed the gun. I stood there shaking. He took the safety off and cocked it. I whimpered and cried as I slowly pulled my shirt over my head.

"Hurry up!" He snapped. I bent over and slid the shorts down my thighs, letting them hit the floor once they reached my ankles. "Nie undo my pants." "Trayvon no. Pleaseeeeee." I begged desperately. "What I told you to do?" He tilted his head, the gun still remaining on me. I walked the short distance to him and undid his belt then the designer jeans on his body. He lifted his arm and hit me in the head with the butt of the gun. I stumbled and tripped on god knows what, falling right on my ass. With a quickness he was on the floor with me. He pulled my legs open, positioning himself between them. His hands were right back around my neck.

I started bucking under him like a bull trying my hardest to get from under him. It's like whatever drugs he took tonight consumed his whole body. This wasn't him, this wasn't the boy I fell in love with, my first love who I once planned my whole life with. It COULDN'T be! Yeah Tig had his ways but he ain't never did no shit like this. I was laying here in complete disbelief. He started choking me really hard as I felt him slide inside me. "NOOOO!" I screamed to the top of my lungs. I couldn't do nothing but scream, it was no way this was happening to me. What did I do to deserve this?

             "I'm sorry bae, imma always love you. You know how I am bout you, why you bought this outta me? Why you make me crash out like this? Hm Makyha?" He shook my neck. I kept screaming, slapping and punching at him trying to get him to let me go. "You know you the love of my life, all you had to do was forgive me like you always did and shit woulda been coo! I love you though, when you get to heaven, say hi to our babies for me." That's the last thing I heard him say before the whole world went dark. Hopefully I die this time...

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           As promiseeee here it goes! But poor MK, my baby can never catch a break💔