Corrine
"CORRINE!" Cortez yelled from downstairs breaking me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah?" I said getting up from the bed and jogging downstairs to meet him but instead I met a hand to my cheek. I'm used to this Cortez goes gets drunk or high then comes back and takes his anger out on me. But of course he's not stupid enough to do it with our daughter, Brielle, in the room.
"How come I don't smell anything cooking on the stove?" He asked raising his hand to my face but didn't slap me.
"I thought you were going to be out all night with your boys, so I didn't cook."
"Well take yo ass in there and cook got a nigga starving."
I ran into the kitchen and started cooking. After about 30 minutes I made spaghetti with shrimp and oven fried chicken. I went to the bathroom and observed my cheek, it was swollen with a small red mark on it. Luckily Brielle was spending the night over my best friend Shay's house so I didn't have to explain why mommy had a swollen cheek. Cortez didn't show his other side until Brielle turned 2, that's when things got tight. People weren't recording in his studio as much, and he got his Bugatti stolen. Cortez maybe many things, but he wasn't a cheater and he wasn't a horrible father. He loved Brielle more than anything else in the world and would do anything for her. That's why she was such a daddy's girl now.
"Dinner's ready." I said poking my head through the doorway between the kitchen and living room to see Cortez pearling another blunt. "Another blunt Tez?" I said referring to the nickname I gave him when we first started dating.
"Problem?" He said in his usual not caring tone standing up and walking towards me causing me to back up against the wall. "I said is there a problem?"
"No, no problem." I lied turning my head to the side so I wasn't looking at him.
"Better not be." He said as his face loosened up some, "I love you."
"I love you too."
After dinner I went upstairs and laid down. I was thinking about writing in my diary again, but since Cortez was home I wasn't going to risk him coming upstairs and catching me. Seconds later Cortez came up and stripped to his boxers then crawled to me, damn I seriously wasn't in the mood tonight.
"Cortez I'm not in the mood for any funny business tonight."
"Fuck you mean "You not in the mood""? He shouted smacking me causing me to hit the floor.
Another night of this shit. Getting raped then waking up to Cortez cooking breakfast in bed.
