"My name is Maggie and this is my song."
Twenty-two year old Mahogany Matthews wished for nothing more than being a famous singer. She grew up surrounded by music and was inspired by other artists like Anita Baker, Whitney Houston, TLC, Beyoncé Know...
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||Mahogany||
I sat in my car, debating if I wanted to go inside. After last night, I grew the courage to leave my place and stay in a motel. Not the best place to lay my head at, but I was away from Deshawn drunken ass. I was still in utter shock that he hit me. Not once did he ever lay a finger on me, so last night was new. And to think that he felt so comfortable doing so said a lot. I wondered how often he's been thinking about doing that. It had to have been a while because of how easy it was for him to do it. Or maybe it was the alcohol that made him that way.
Whatever the reason may have been, I refused to remain around and be beaten on. One thing for certain and two things for sure, my momma never raised me to be boy crazy. She taught me to fend for myself, make my own money, and leave when I'm not being loved and appreciated. Yes, it took all for Deshawn to hit me to realize there was no love, but I was better late than never.
I jumped out of my thoughts when my alarm went off. My heart beating out of fright as I turned the blaring noise off. I still had to go to work where I won't be able to escape Deshawn.
That's why I was here. Hoping to take a hot shower, pack some clothes, and be on my way. Long away from him for however long I need to. I'll break the news to him that we were over once I was at work surrounded by everyone. I doubt he'll do anything there. At least, I'm hoping he wouldn't. No one gives a shit about me over there either, so I'm more than sure they'll let him do whatever. Thinking about it made my stomach knot up and I began hating the idea of going to work now. However, I couldn't stay in my car forever. I needed a shower to get this motel smell off me.
Cutting the engine, I grabbed my phone out the cupholder and quietly exit my car. The sun was already up and people had began their day already since it was ten-thirty. There was a meeting being held to introduce the newcomers into the label, along with contract signing. I wished I wasn't obligated to be there, so I don't have to face these people. But I had to. Reaching my floor, I stood in front of my apartment door and let out a shaky breath. My hands shook as I unlocked the door as quietly as I could and entered the apartment.
I peeked my head inside first to ensure Deshawn wasn't in the living room or kitchen. The coast was clear, so I entered. I kept the front door opened in case I needed to make a run for it. I watched an insane amount of thriller movies and knew what I shouldn't do. Having to open the door would waste time. If it was already open then I could save myself a few extra minutes. I ran track in school briefly too, so I know I can outrun Deshawn if it comes down to it.
The only thing I feared was him grabbing me. He was much stronger, obviously. If he grabs then I'm done for. I don't know why I was thinking of the worst but it was a survival instinct. Think of all the possible outcomes, including the bad ones, and plan around it. If my music career doesn't work out, I could write one hell of a thriller story. Probably film one. Maybe. Those thoughts disappeared though when I headed towards the bedroom and heard grunting. Wanting to survive went out the door instantly and I barged into the room, catching Deshawn fucking some random chick.
