"Again! Again?" he said, angrily. I started crying and getting frustrated. I'm so sick and tired of being beat by him. I couldn't do this anymore. I'm so tired of guys using me for sex. I'm tired of Dedrick using me for money. I want and need to get out of here. He picked me up out of the bed, while I was kicking and trying so hard to get out of his arms, but he had a tight hold on me. I could tell that he's been drinking, while I was pretty much about to get raped. You could smell all in his breathe. Now I know that the beating is going to be worse than ever, because the alcohol is in his system. I threw back my elbow into where his ribs are located and took a run for it, and I got as far as the living room. He grabbed my hair back and jerked me back into his arms, "Dedrick, stop!" I yelled. He stopped, because there was a knock on the door.
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What The Business Did To Me
ChickLitYou would think that Dedrick treated Shontelle like his princess, until you find out about what happens behind closed doors. "Now, listen here," he started waving his finger in my face, "whether you do this with me or not, I will make every single...
