Aaliyah Remington: Lover's Tale

He pushed me against the wall as I cried out in agony. He wasn't stopping until he had gotten what he wanted. I screamed, shouted, and begged for him stop. He wouldn't, I knew he wouldn't. It was pointless to even think he would give me mercy. He had finally reached his breaking point. He knew I loved him, he knew I was in love with him. It pains me to say that at the end of the day, I was always going to love him, I would never stop. But I'd be damned if he'd ever hear those words come out of my mouth. I refused and that's probably why I'm in this position now. He wanted me and I wanted him , no denying that. But I just couldn't bring myself into feeding his never-ending cockiness. If I had given him what he wanted, he'd take it to the head and I wouldn't allow it.

"Why don't you just say it, I'm tired of these games, Aaliyah, admit it or I'm gone", Chresanto fumed as he threw me against the bed and headed for the door.

" No" , I cried out. He couldn't leave me. He wouldn't leave me , right? I needed him. I scrambled to my feet pulling my silk night dress down as I headed towards him. He was facing the door. I grabbed his waist and he pushed me off of him.

"Aaliyah, you want me to walk out on you don't you" he asked.

"No", I spoke quitely while slowly falling down to the floor.

"Well tell me you love me", Chresanto said beginning to get angry again.

"Why should I , huh? I know you've lied and cheated on me. Yes, I love you oh fucking kay. I love you , I'll give you that. But that's the only thing you're getting from me. If anything I probably hate you more than I love you", I screamed only out of anger. As soon as I said that, I knew I was getting into some deep shit. Chresanto looked me dead in my face, turned around, and punched a hole into the wall. I'm just glad it was the wall instead of my face. Chres had never hit me and promised to never ever lay a hand on me. But I knew if I kept pushing buttons the way I have lately, he'd finally lose it.

"Yeah I fuck other bitches but those hoes are just tricks to me. You know you're the only one I come home to and make love to. Me standing here and pleading for you to give me your affection proves my love to you. Now where's yours?" he soon said calmly as he walked out the door and headed down the steps. I soon jumped up and ran down the stairs hitting him in the back. He wasn't going to play the victim. No, not this time. He'd pushed it too far. How could he ever question my love for him? He'd absolutely lost his damn mind. I had been nothing but faithful and loving in this relationship and I don't even have a ring after 3 years. He was the one who was constantly fucking other broads including his baby mama. He was he the one who promised he'd do right by me and wouldn't cheat. So how am I the bad person in this situation? What woman wouldn't be afraid of telling the man who does her so wrong that she loves him?