Lamar's POV:
I plopped down on the couch, I just put Isaiah back to sleep, I just wanna go back to sleep but every time I close my eyes see Jamir not my Jamir but whoever that was that strangled me earlier.
That look he had in his eyes told me one thing, he enjoys killing, that Jamir wouldn't hesitate to kill me.
Where do we go from here? What happens to us? How do I continue to sleep next to a man I'm scared off, the monster that lurks behind those beautiful hazel eyes I love so much terrifies me.
"Good morning, sweetheart." I heard miss Grace say knocking me out of my thoughts.
I smiled at her, "morning." I said glancing at her before returning to blackened TV screen
She sat down on the couch, "Are you okay." She asked sounding concerned.
"I've never been better." I turned to her giving her my full attention.
She took my hands in hers "Baby, I heard y'all last night and those marks on your neck tell me something different, so I'm going to ask again, are you okay." She said I could see the horror in her face.
"I'm fine, i... it's o...Kay" I said trying to relax my body so I would come off like I was fine.
"Is he always like that." She asked.
"No, that was the time he ever got physically aggressive with me so you've got nothing to worry about." I told her.
"That doesn't make it right."
I shrugged, "I know."
Shit this might be my Kamar for all those times I put my hands on Trell over nothing know damn well he wouldn't fight back.
"Let me check on baby." She said, she pulled me in for a hug.
"You don't have to, I just put him back down and you can take the rest of the day off." I told her.
"Are you sure." She asked her eyes glancing behind, I'm assuming towards the stairs.
"He won't hurt me.....well not again, you could go see your sister, with him home I won't need you that much."
She looked at me skeptically, "okay but promise me if he gets aggressive you'll call the cops." She said.
I nodded, "I will." I told her before getting up and disappearing upstairs.
I felt so drained, our fight took a toll on me mentally and physically, I need a power nap before Isaiah wakes up again, he kept get up throughout the night as if sensing his parents were fighting.
I walked in to the master bedroom, seeing the bed empty, I immediately crawled into bed getting under the covers feeling my body somewhat relax, closing my eyes trying to will myself to sleep.
I'm so tired.
"You still mad at me." I heard Jamir's raspy deep voice asked.
Mad is an understatement, I'm angry, scared, tired......
I ignored him, humming one of Isaiah's favourite lullaby to drown him out.
"Baby please say something." He ran his fingers gently over my jaw.
I flinched opening my eyes, seeing him standing next the bed, his eyes boring at me.
"Something." I mumbled turning away from him moving to lay on the other side of the bed.
I felt the bed dip before feeling his arms wrap around me pulling me to him, he placed his face in the crook of my neck and I hissed at the slight sting of pain from the bruised sensitive skin.
