Bitch you think I'm stupid?" Wayne yelled at me, as I looked into his eyes I saw nothing but anger. He beat me up some more, thoughts of me staying with a man that did nothing but abuses me and constantly rape me came running down my mind. Is this what love was truly about? He then threw me hitting me on the five thousand dollar glass table. I laid there helpless and unloved in my own pool of blood, as he walked out of 'his' house. Minutes then turned into hours I just laid there thinking how I got myself it to this mess, a man that claimed he loved me. What was I to do, was I too stay and endure all this pain. I could not do anything but cry because I had pity on myself. As soon as I had enough strength to move, I then called my home girl.
"Hello....." I wept
"What's wrong baby sister? Don't tell me he did this again..." She sounded as if she was in a panic. The only thing I could do was cry. As she heard me weeping through the phone, she then said "Don't worry I'll be there soon." It was as if she already knew what was going on. I didn't have to tell her anything. Vicky and I grew up together in the projects of Harlem. I lived with my grandmother, in a one bedroom apartment. My mother didn't want me and I never knew my father so my grandmother took me in to avoid being put in the system. Vicky on the other hand had both a mom and a dad I envied her a little because of that, no sisters or brothers. In my eyes she always had the positive side of the wish bone. Yet I always wanted to be like her maybe that's why she was my best friend.
Before Vicky could come, Wayne had already arrived. As I heard his keys at the door I hopped up like a little girl who has just been called by her mama, I then got my phone and called Vicky. She picked up
"Don't come...!" I said with quickness
"Are you ..." I then hung up
I then ran to the bathroom and cleaned myself off a little. I started cleaning up the house making sure everything was good. By the time he walked into the house; he walked in on me cleaning. As I tried to sweep up the glass off the floor he then creep up behind me held my waist gave me a kiss and whispered in my ear "That's my girl." I smiled and continued what I was doing. I didn't know what the fight was about and I didn't want to know, but I did know whatever it was I didn't want it to happen again.
By the time I have finished cleaning the house, it got messy again, our clothes where all over the floor. Wayne kissed me and told me how he couldn't live with out me. As he looked at me and saw what he had done to my body he couldn't help but weep. "Baby I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you like this. You are my world, I need you. With out you I am nothing." I couldn't help but look into his eyes for the man whom I fell in love with was here. He then held me tight and continued. "But I want to know why you are on the pill; you don't want to have my kids." After three miscarriages you think a man would understand.
"Its not that Wayne, it's just I love you with all my heart. I want to have all your kids." Knowing that is impossible because he had three baby mamas and one on the way, and maybe I just didn't want to be another one of 'them'
I and Wayne had been together for more then half of my life. I knew he cheated on me but I didn't think much of it. He was the only real boyfriend I ever had. He was the only man I had ever slept with and he knew it. When my grandmother passed away a year ago, I decided to move in with him. Ever since then the beating never seem to stop. I sometimes reminisced on the way things use to be, when he would pick me up from my grandmother's house. "He's a keeper." She always said. It was like the gifts never ended, now it's like he just replaced then with ass whippings. The days when he made me feel like a queen. Like he was the only man meant for me, when his kisses took me to paradise. I was now seventeen years and had nothing to show for it. I spent most of my time day dreaming.
"So why did I find births control in your bag?"
Don't tell me he had just beaten me for something that wasn't mine. "It's not mine; its Vicky's." As soon as those words formed out off my mouth he then jumped up.
"Don't lie to me, you know how much a hate liars." He said it so softly, as if he regretted what he had just done. I didn't reply just lied there it was as if the words just didn't want to form. Then tears began to roll down my cheeks I just couldn't help it, because our relationship lacked what 'it' needed the most, communication.
"Those are Vicky's; she didn't want her mom to find them in the house so I'm holding them for her." I wept because that seemed like the only thing I could do. He then jumped up and picked me up: dragged my naked body to the bed spread my legs apart and fucked me. It was like my tears gave his King Kong an erection. As I lied there thoughts of running away came over me. Where would I run to? Where would I go? I had nobody; no family and only one friend who was going off to college real soon. What was I to do? I then let down one tear and whispered "I miss you grandma." I think Wayne didn't hear what I said, because he then began to move faster.
"You like that don't you; this is going to make up for everything."
As I looked at Wayne I didn't see anything but sweat dripping from is forehead, and no emotion is his eyes. I then closed my eyes and reminisced on our first time. How sweet and gentle his touch was. How he gave me chills made me refreshed and felt like a woman. How sweet it felt when I came all over his rock hard dick thoughts of that alone made me moan, made my pussy tingle and made me come again. I could always remember the day I fell in love with him, I would even go as far as when we had our first kiss, but I could never remember the first day he laid his hand on me or when his kisses became more painful then gentle
