Random Celebrity Imagines II

Rough Day

|Quincy Comb's Imagine|

Cyrus.

My day went perfect. I taught the kids today then went out with my parents for dinner and of course I bought Quincy some food since he had to work late tonight.

It was a little odd that Quincy wasn't home. If he work late, he usually home around twelve-thirty on the dot but it was past two-fifth teen in the morning.

I was going to wait up for him but I got work in the morning so I'll just talk to him in the morning. Around three-forty five in the morning I heard this big thud in the house. So that instantly woke me up.

I went downstairs to check it out and it was Quincy throwing things. I ran to him before he got the chance to throw his grandmother's vase.

"What's wrong, Quincy?" I asked as I put the vase down.

"You wouldn't understand, bitch" he said as he mugged me.

I knew something had happened at the work place. He never come home like this unless its a family event and I carry his ass in the house.

"What happened at work today" I asked as I was following him in his man cave.

He was walking all wobbly so he was super drunk. His words slurred badly and couldn't even keep his balance for nothing.

"I said what happened?" I said a little more stern in front of him. He was a bit taken back by my voice.

He walked right past me and went into his cave. I walked right behind him. He went by his bar and poured a glass of henny into a cup.

"I got fired" he finally said.

I looked at him and scrunched my eyebrows. How the fuck you get fired from a job that you been working there for five years.

He kept drinking his henny. I straight knocked that shit out of his hand, and now I am started to think that was a bad idea.

He got up and stumble to me as I tried to go up the steps he grabs a chunk of my hair and pulled me down on the ground.

He slaps me and then took off my panties. He struggle to get his dick out and with success he got it out. He roughly rammed inside of me.

I understand that he is angry but this is not the way of cooping with this. He was stroking hard. The pleasure was turning into pain. It wasn't anything to enjoy or moan about.

"Quince that hurt. Stop baby" I cried out loud. He just kept going.

Everything was hurting and he just covered my mouth so our daughter wouldn't hear me cry. I have never experience this with him. When we have sex we would make love.

This is not making love. This is not the man I married when I was nineteen and had my first child with him when I was twenty-one. This wasn't the same man at all.

He finally bust his load and then went right to sleep next to me. I couldn't shake the fact this nigga really did this to me. I got up and took a long shower before I got ready for work.

I broke down crying in the car. I couldn't believe my own husband did this to me. I turned around went right back home. I called my job and called out. I went right back in the house to see a crying Quincy. I don't think he heard me come in but I knew he was on the phone with his father.

"Dad, I did something horrible to my wife." he said

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"I think I forced her to have sex with me after I told her I was fired. I don't want her to leave me with my daughter. Dad, they are my world and I can't do a thing without them!" he said. I wasn't going to leave him.

I was just going to simply stay away from him but I can tell he is going to need me. I walked over to him and sat on him.

"Dad let me call you back"

I looked into his eyes and saw nothing but pure sadness. We sat there for the rest of the day!

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