I kept kicking and he kept dragging, that was until I struck him in the nuts. Freedom.
Hakeem: You bitch!
Me: Takes one to know one.
I scurried to the apartment door and fondled the lock. Hakeem pulled my foot and delivered a good slap, I flew into the door really hard.
Hakeem: Did you forget that you are mine?
Me: I am not yours and never will be?
I cough and wheeze as he pulls me into the bedroom by my hair and throw me onto the bed.
Hakeem: Get a shower, get dressed and come back outside with me.
Me: So you can kill me like you killed Camilla?
He punched me, kicked me and threw me into the bathroom then into the tub and turned the shower on full. I scream as the hot water hit me.
Hakeem: Now you gon' go in there, dry up and put on those sexy clothes on yo sexy ass.
Me: No.
I grit my teeth as he grabbed my wet hair and dragged me through a towel, stripped me and put on undergarments, a short flare skirt, a sports bra and a hoodie.
Me: I look like a whore.
Hakeem: Cause you're my whore now.
I kicked him in his face and ran out the door, down the stairs, out the building and into the street. Scared for my life, I kept running, only to be tackled by his heavy ass.
Hakeem: Wait till we get back inside, imma torture yo ass.
Me: You ain't gon-
He lifts me up and walked us back to the complex. I hope the lord protects me and hope Hakeem doesn't do anything drastic.
