Daddy's Dynasty

17.

Maleah Jenner.
I finally made my way home at 10AM. I was exhausted.
On my way back, I picked up two portions of pancakes, bacon and eggs from iHop. I needed fatty foods for my soul right now.

I entered my home. I lazily strolled into the kitchen, grabbing a plate and cutlery and began to share out my food. I heard a heavy cough come from behind. I turned around in an instant to find Maurice. His eyes were red and he looked unwell.

"Maur, your home!" I said, sounding more shocked than happy.

"Yes, I am." He harshly replied. He grabbed my plate of food and entered the living room. He then sat down and began to dig in.

"What the hell? That's my food, you can't eat it!" I shouted at him.

"And that's my pussy, but you still let another nigga eat it." He said.

My heart stopped. I instantly felt my body tense up and my mind began to frazzle.

"What do you mean baby? Ain't nobody eating my pussy but you." I lied.

"Bullshit." He nonchalantly replied.

This was fucking code red. If Maurice knows that I cheated on him, I am in danger. Right now, I've never been so scared in my life. This man is unpredictable when he is mad. Once he put his own uncle in hospital. He has no filter.

"Where was you last night?" He asked me.

"At my moms. You know-"'I nervously muttered.

"Maleah, I'm going to give your cheating ass one more chance. Where was you last night?" He quietly replied, making my heart beat rapidly.

"I told you, I was at my Mom's. I missed her and wanted to spend some time with her." I replied.

"You're full of shit. You know that, Maleah? You wasn't at your moms last night, you was at the fucking Callé hotel! And should I tell you what I found you doing there?" He shouted, throwing the plate across the room.

I stood in silence, scared at his next actions.

"You met up with that nigga, Michael! Our boss! You went to dinner, had the time of your life and then went back to your room to fuck him!" He shouted.

He grabbed me by my hair and pulled my body up to his level, making our faces level. He spat in my face and then slapped it.

"That was my pussy. That was supposed to be all mine. I would've given you it all, but you wanted some rich nigga. My dad was right about your hoe ass. Bitch. How long have you been fucking him?" He said, laughing at the evident pain written across my face.

"We were the together for seven months. I didn't want-" I said but was then met by another slap.

Maurice then threw me to the ground and straddled my slender waist. He wrapped his ginormous hands around my neck and began to squeeze the life out of me. I was petrified. I have never seen this side of Maurice before.

"Tell me Maleah, did he fuck you better than me? Did he make you cum? Could he give you things that I couldn't? Is he bigger and better than me? I want to fucking know every single fucking detail!" He tormented, laughing at my almost lifeless frame.

He abruptly let go, waiting for me to speak. I gasped for air, and I'm sure I looked like a fish out of water. I guess I was taking too long to respond, because my face was met with another cold and harsh slap.

"Ok! I'm sorry! But yes, he was better and bigger than you and he could give me things you couldn't! You are never here and he was always right where I needed him to be. And he knows how to keep me more than satisfied." I replied, my voice laced in venom. I cannot believe that he had hit me more than once. It makes me so mad. I made a mistake but he should never abuse me.

"Bigger and better? He leaves you satisfied? I'll show you fucking satisfaction, bitch." Maurice angrily mumbled.

He stood and and unbuckled his belt. His jeans automatically dropped to the ground and his boxers followed suit. He strolled over to me, with a wicked smile plastered upon his face. I could tell that he didn't take his mess today. He was off of the rails and I don't think that I can calm him down this time. If anything, I make matters worse.

"Take your pants off." He demanded.

I crawled away from him, replying with a reluctant 'no'. My response seemed to infuriate him, and he pounced on me. He latched onto me by my ankles, and began to drag me towards him. Once I reached his feet, he ripped my leggings off along with my thong.

"Maurice, what are you doing?" I screamed, scared of the answer.

Tears were now streaming down my face and my body had been interred in sweat and goosebumps. I have now flushed a bright red and I was mentally praying to God for an escape.

"Shut up bitch. I'm giving you what you deserve. You little whore." He replied.

He then cuffed both of my hands and placed them above my head. He had a look on his face that I have never seen before; it resembled the devil. He clamped his hand over my mouth to muffle my screams.

He lined himself in front of my entrance and I instantly realised what he was attempting to do. I started to kick him repeatedly, and I tried to squirm my body out of his grasp, but I couldn't break free.

He found a way to push himself into me, causing me to scream out in terror. Tears pooled out of my eyes.

"Maurice! Please stop!" I shouted through my tears.

As my cries became louder, his thrusts became rougher. I just felt a vast amount of pain.

"Please, let me go. We can sort this out in a different way." I whined, still trying to peel his hands off of me.

"You deserved to be punished." He evilly stated.

After he said those words, my body tensed up and I froze. I am stunned that Maurice would ever hurt me like this. I felt my heart rate rising and before I knew it, I passed out.

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I woke up on the living room floor. It was know past twelve, considering that outside was pitch black. I looked around me to find blood stains and town garments all over the floor. That's when I realised that my nightmare was not a nightmare at all, it was reality.

Maurice raped me.