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𝟴 𝗮.𝗺.
Pulling on my shirt, I looked at my face in the mirror. The swelling from the slaps had gone down but my skin still burned when I touched the spot. My busted lip went down too because I put ice on it. Thankfully, the cut was on the inside of my lip.
Tears filled my eyes and I quickly blinked them away. I picked up the beauty blender and put some foundation on it before covering the red print on my face. Once I was done, I washed my hands and walked out of the bathroom.
"Yuh ready now?" Stephen asked as I picked up my bag.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I pulled on my black sneakers and made sure I had money in my bag. I started walking out of the room and heard him following. Ever since the morning he hit me, I haven't uttered two words to him because I had nothing to say.
After all, yuh tump me inna me mouth and bruise me stomach. Nuh supposed to inna nuh chattings wid me.
Nigga deliberately slap me inna me face and buss me mouth because him a fuck around and mi decide fi leave. God know, mi sorry mi mention nuth'n to him. Never see smady weh me despise suh yet inna me life.
We headed outside and he unlocked the door. When he opened the passenger door for me, I got in the backseat and slammed the door shut. He got into the driver's seat and slammed his door angrily. Shortly after, he drove out of the yard.
Him fucking lucky. Pop off it bloodclaat.
"Brielle, a three days now yuh nuh eat nuth'n eno and mi wah know if yuh plan fi ignore me fi the rest a yuh life," He said, speeding off.
Never know my well-being was a fucking concern of yours. Likkle stinking bombohole. Mussi that's why Shenelle left him and rarely make Aria come here.
I stared at the back of his head and chuckled bitterly before looking out the window. He started going off and I zoned him out like I've been doing. It's gotten so easy to hate him with everything in me. The simple things about him that I used to look past just pisses me off now.
Likkle dutty drancro.
Every sweet and loving memory was overshadowed by the punches and slaps he gave me. I always wondered why it was so easy to do all that to me when you claimed you loved me so much. Spent hours helping me study for my exams yet we came to this.
Even the nights we're up late eating fast food because we didn't feel like cooking. The little moments that I enjoyed with him now feel like shit. Now, imagine if I had told him about the kiss with Javon. Ever since then, I should've taken a different route.
God knows I feel like an idiot and maybe people would see me as that too if they knew. The first time he pushed me into the counter and I bruised my side, I should've left. It was stupid of me and I'm realizing that I allowed him to mistreat me. The reason behind that push was fucked up and childish.
