A changed life (a mindless behavior love story)

a mistake made

*two months later*

I wake up the next morning. My legs hurt, my chest burn, my back hurts, and I'm cold. I look around and, I stand up.

prod: Ayo Kennedy! come here now.

I walk to prod, and look at him. he looks back at me and smiles.

Me: yes prod?

prod: make me breakfast..

me: but I have to clean...I can't now.

prod: BITCH YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME MY FUCKING BREAKFAST LIKE I SAID.

Me: okay...

prod: oh and Kennedy..I forgot to tell you I love you.

I walk in the kitchen without saying a word. prod follows me immediately.

prod: I said I love you

I look down and still don't say anything. He takes his belt off. he folds it and pops it.

prod: for the last time..I said I love you.

I still say nothing. it angers him. he ties my arms together and my legs together. and then he ties my mouth so no one would hear me. he pushes me to the floor and beats me with his belt until it left marks. I cry. he unites me.

prod: baby I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you.

he sits next to me. he begins to kiss my neck while pinning me to the floor. he wants me to give in and say go ahead. he slides his hand under my skirt

me: n-no

prod: why?

me: j-j-just please stop

the doorbell rings.

prod: go get the damn door ill cook myself.

I walk to the door and open it.

roc: hey Kennedy

I dont say anything. i just get out of roc's way to let him in. he just walks inside.

*in the kitchen*

roc: what the fuck is wrong with you?

prod: what you mean?

roc: why do you keep her here?

prod: 'cause she's mine.

roc: SHE AIN'T YOURS!!!!!!!

prod: she's mine.. she belongs to me. she obeys me.

roc: No you're not going to keep her here anymore.

prod: says who?

roc: says me. I'm taking her where she shouldve been and belongs.

prod: and where is that?

roc: with me..

prod: KENNEDY GET IN HERE

I walk in the kitchen looking down. prod pulls me closer to him rests his hand on my butt.

prod: tell roc how much you love daddy.

I don't say anything and I keep looking down.

roc: she's coming with me. ill be back in an hour to come get you.

I try not to express how happy I am that he's taking me away and taking me away from prod.