Beyond The Lights

Chapter 3

2 years before

"Shut up bitch, what did I tell you about talking without permission. You think I'm playing don't you hoe?!" He screamed as he struck me across my face. "No baby, I'm so sorry. I won't do it again, please don't hurt me" I whimpered.

I have never felt so weak &; so low in my life. After watching my father beat my mother I said I was never gonna let a man put his hands on me. But here I am, lying on a dirty floor begging for my life.

I've known Darius all my life, since we were in elementary school. Never had I imagined him being so abusive. For the first 6 years we were together it was childish, but we thought we were grown. We became distant, he was fucking with other bitches, I was fucking with other niggas. But we still fucked with each other from time to time.

One day I hit him up &; told him I was pregnant. He told me to come see him at his mama's house. I went over thinking he wanted to talk &; he beat me. Beat me so bad, I lost my baby. I was never the same after that. I was only 17 years old, that was too much for me to take in.

I couldn't go home, he wouldn't let me. He would make me go everywhere he went, wherever he went. He starting doing drugs &; he made me do it with him. First it was weed &; I was fine with that because I loved the way it made me feel. Then he went to crack, I wasn't feeling that shit tho.

So guess what he did. Beat me. This time it was so bad I had to go to the hospital, I was in a coma for 3 weeks. He told me to tell everyone I fell down the stairs &; if I tried to tell anyone the truth, he would kill me. I had nomore money &; neither did he. He sold everything he had to get a high. After there was nothing else to sell, he started selling me.

"Bae you see that nigga over there? 56 years old, he wants to take you to his house for a night for $1,000." He said pointing towards the old white man in the midnight blue Ferrari. "Okay daddy" I replied. He made me call him daddy, he said if I ever fixed my mouth to call him anything else he would slap the shit out of me.

I opened the door &; turned to get out when he grabbed my arm, not tight enough to scare me but tight enough to make me jump. "I love you, be careful" he said, you can hear the concern in his voice. But what was he concerned for? He was the one making me sell my pussy.

"I love you too &; I'll try" I replied as I closed the door &; walked towards the Ferrari. I got in the mans car &; watched Darius as we drove away.

We pulled up to this big beautiful mansion on the hills overlooking Joe Pool Lake. We got out &; the man reached for my hand as we walked towards his front door. He unlocked the door &; signaled me to go in. He explained he wanted to have dinner first. Get to know me a little bit. So he had his personal chef whip us up some chicken Alfredo, my favorite.

He asked for me to tell him a little bit about myself. I took a deep breath, swallowed my fear &; told him my story &; all that I was going through. After showing him all of the bruises on my body, he felt so bad that he didn't want to have sex anymore. He wanted to take care of me. He ran me a nice hot bath, poured me up a glass of wine and turned on some slow jams. This was the first time in 2 months that I've been able to relax.

He pulled up a chair next to the tub and lit a cigarillo. After the first inhale, he asked if I wanted a better life. Obviously I told him yes. He asked if I would keep coming to see him as long as he gave me money to cover the night. I told him that I would as long as Darius would let me. Robert, the old man, quickly got up and walked out of the bathroom.

When Robert came back he had a map of the city, a notebook, a few markers and &; pencils. I sat up &; asked "what's all that for?" He replied "we're going to kill your boyfriend..."