Rescue Me

Chapter 2.

Bahja's POV.

"Kaleb, let me go!" I struggled to get free from his grip. "Shut the hell up!" He punched me in the stomach, and I collapsed on the ground. The nasty taste of blood began to tickle my taste buds. I scrunched up my face, and that's when blood started coming out of my mouth. I continued to cough up blood, and I cried on the floor. The whole time, Kaleb just stood there watching me. He still had an angry look on his face, and his nostrils were flaring like crazy. "Kaleb-" "Be quiet." He balled up his fists. "I need an ambulance!" I bawled. He grabbed me by my collar and pulled me up. "You don't need anything. Now take your ass in that bathroom, and clean yourself up." He said through his teeth. I turned my head the whole time he spoke. His breath smelled of weed and alcohol. He let me go and rushed downstairs, him timberlands making a thump noise. That had to be the only reason he punched me. He was high. He's put his hands on me before, but it's never really been more than a slap.

I wiped my eyes, then crawled to the bathroom. I was so weak, I felt like I couldn't stand up. So I knelt by the bathtub and rinsed out my mouth, along with my face. I snatched a towel off the rack and dried my face. I gained enough strength to stand up, and look in the mirror. My eyes were puffy and red, my throat was swollen, and my nose was a little red too. The whole reason this thing started is because Kaleb said we were going on a date, and I refused because my stomach and back were hurting like hell. But I can tell I have to go now, or else I'll have to face another one of his beatings. I brushed my hair into a high pony tail, and tied a red bandana around my head. "Hurry your ass up, Bee! I'm already regretting taking your ass out! I'm tryna do something nice for y-" "Okay, I'm coming! Damn!" I groaned. I quickly covered my mouth after I realized what I had said. I was hoping he wouldn't come up here and beat me up again. Surprisingly, he didn't.

I stood beside the table, waiting for Kaleb to pull out my chair. He didn't. He sat down and looked at me like I was crazy. "What are you standing up for? Sit down." He spat. I discreetly rolled my eyes and sat down. "Why didn't you tell me we were going somewhere fancy? I could've wore something more appropriate." I whispered to him, referring to my dark blue jeans, UGGS, and pink sweater. He didn't answer me. I gave him the devil eyes without him noticing. I grabbed my menu and opened it up. When I looked up, something caught my eye. Chresanto. The same guy I saw at the market yesterday. Yeah, I remembered his name. He's so fine, his face hasn't left my mind since I met him. He was holding hands with someone. This girl had long waist length hair and a black dress on. I couldn't see her whole face, or see her fully. My eyes were still swollen, but they weren't noticeable, thanks to my concealer. Anyway, they were just walking in, and they looked happy. It's too bad Chresanto is on a relationship..

I turned my attention back to my menu and scanned it. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain shoot up my stomach. "Ow! Shit!" I held my stomach. "The fuck is wrong with you?" Kaleb eyed me. "My stomach." I winced. "You're probably just having cramps or something." He rolled his eyes. "Or it could be the fact that you punched me there." I growled. His head quickly shot up and he glared at me with the 'Just wait until we get home' look. "Sorry." I quickly apologized, hoping it would save me a beating. He looked back down at his menu. Something hit he inside of my stomach and I winced. It felt like a knife stabbing me on the inside of my stomach. It repeatedly continued for about a minute, and I actual started tearing up. Kaleb wasn't paying much attention to me. He was talking on the phone, laughing and such. I gripped my stomach and cried a little louder.

"K-Kaleb.." I called for him. My voice came out raspy because I was still crying. He put up his index finger, telling me to wait. "Kaleb." I cried. He let out a deep sigh and put his hand over his phone. "Damn Bahja. Can't you see I'm on the phone?" He whisper screamed at me. "M-My stomach." I whined. He went back to his conversation with only he knows who. I tightly shut my eyes as the pain got worse. "Ouch! SHIT! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!" I shouted. Everyone's heads shot up immediately. Including Chresanto's and his date's.A few women rushed over to me and helped me out of my chair. They shot Kaleb a few dirty looks at the fact that he wasn't paying attention to what was happening to me. "I need to go to the hospital!" I screeched. "The hell you talking bout!? Ain't nobody got that type of money!" Kaleb looked at me. "Nigga, I need an ambulance!" I growled at him. I could tell he was shocked at my tone, and wanted to beat the shit outta me by his facial expression. But the pain distracted from my fear. "I think she's having a miscarriage!" One of the women blurted. "WHAT!? I'm not pregnant!" I screamed at her. "Well something's going on." She crossed her arms.