Avery Jordan
"I'm tired of having to fucking yell at you every damn day! You can't do shit right!"
His large hands collided with the right side of my face for the fourth time today for burning our dinner.
I was cooking and watching the food until he came into the kitchen, told me to strip out of my clothes & wait for him in the bedroom. I did as I was told. If I didn't, he would've beat me until I did.
Now here I am, getting beat for not doing the two tasks at once.
"Fucking bitch! I don't know why I keep your fucking no good ass around any fucking way! My other bitches do better than you! Clean up that fucking kitchen!" Spit flew from his mouth every now and then and landed on me.
Tears streamed down my face as I sat in the corner. He beat me at least seven times a day, on average. The only way to not get beaten is to follow the rules.
1- Give him whatever he wants, when he wants it.
2- Do whatever he says, no questions asked.
3- Never call him by his name. Either call him, "sir", "daddy", or "papi."
Simple.
After being together for 4 years, Brice & I have had one child. A child he made me abort by stomping me in my stomach when I told him about the pregnancy. If my parents were alive, they wouldn't believe the life I'm living.
"Yes, daddy."
I left a trail of blood as I left the living room & began to clean the kitchen. Same ole' stuff, just a different day.
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This is my first time ever writing a story. I've been procrastinating on actually writing one, so I forced myself to do it. Yes, this is an August Alsina fanfic. I know some of y'all are impatient already.
Calm down. Lol. He'll make his appearance. Be sure to comment, vote, and let me,know what you think.
-CB
