Behind the rhymes

Chapter 7

*Onika*

One month later..

"Mommy, wake up !" I heard.

I slightly opened my eyes and Destiny was staring at me with a huge smile on her face. She was so creepy sometimes.

"What time is it ?" I asked.

"It's ten and ten. Can I have waffles and pancakes for the breakfast, please, mommy ?"

I knew that smile was only to convince me to say yes even though I was going to say yes anyway "Okay but let me take the time to wake up well, baby."

"Okay, then I'm going to play in my room while I wait for you !" She said and ran to her room. The fact that she was always so energetic all the time and even in the morning will always be a mystery to me.

I stared at the ceiling for a couple minutes, thinking about my life. Today was our third wake-up call in our new home and I was happy for some reason. We stayed in my mom's house for almost an entire month and all this time I've been taking time for myself and I feel like that was all I needed. I felt stronger than ever now and I learned from my mistakes. I should've never let my child stayed in the same house as him after the first time he lays his hands on me, that was a big mistake I would never forgive myself for. If I had left the first time he strangled me, she would've never been traumatized about what happened after. Unfortunately the damage had already been done, but it won't happen again.

I was twice as careful now, I had three bodyguards instead of one watching the front of the house, two at the back and I even had cameras and an alarm installed, one in front of the large entrance gate and one at the back of the house. I know that sounds crazy but I was so scared Kenneth would show up that I preferred to take my precautions just in case.

I took my phone and saw that I had multiple notifications from twitter and instagram so I went on twitter first. I had reinstalled all my social media just yesterday because my mom had advised me to stay away from them a bit so that's what I did for the past month. As soon as I got in the app, I noticed that everyone was mentioning me in their tweets, more than usual. I was confused, what did I do ? I clicked on a random tweet and a pic of me caught my attention, but it wasn't just any pic, it was a pic of my swollen and bruised face, it looked like it was just after Kenneth beat me.

What the fuck ??? How did this end up on the internet ??

I sighed, now I was basically in Rihanna's place back in 2009 when Chris Brown assaulted her. People were now going to be all on my business damn.

I immediately texted Wayne and sent him a screenshot of the picture.

Nigga🦹🏿

: Nigga why is my ugly swollen face trending all over twitter😶

Nigga🦹🏿 : Wtf where do they get it ???

: Idk

: what should I do ?

Nigga🦹🏿 : Nothing for now, don't tweet or post anything okay ? Even on instagram, I know you.

: okay

I went back on twitter and read mostly the barbz tweets. Some of them already assumed that my husband did that, other said I got into a fight and got my ass beat by some bitch. There were plenty of theories, people had a lot of imagination.

"Mommy, I'm hungry ! Can you please come so you can make me breakfast ? Are you completely awake now ?"

I almost forgot about Destiny oop. I left my phone on my bed and got up.