Suitcase

Jason

"If u can't be happy with just my love then y not just leave Jason?" I yelled from the top of the stairs over the banister.

"Cause if I leave you your going to have to move on Nika and all your ever worth is someone like me baby girl!"

I hate the way he said baby girl it made me feel dirty. Like a slut.
It's not like we never had these types of arguments before. He was always cheating on me and I always went back to him because. I'm not even gonna sit here and lie to ya right now because I really don't know why I'm still with Jason. All the physical and emotional and mental abuse. All of the fucking sexy bruises I have to cover up everyday. All of the lovely fake smiles I just die to wear on a daily basis. Maybe that's why I'm still with him. Does that make any sense at all?

By now Jason was in my face. One hand around my neck and the other ready to attack my face if I even dared breathed on him the wrong way. For some odd reason I felt brave today. I placed my hand over his and pushed him away from me. I was nobody's bitch today. I was tired of sittin in my tower waiting for someone to save me.

"Don't you ever in your life put your hands on me again."

I didn't even see it happen after those words. The glass being thrown I mean. I never saw myself pick it up. I didn't even think Jason saw it coming to be honest. I'm damn sure he felt it thou.

That was the first man to think they could hurt me and I wouldn't snap. He wasn't the last though. There would be a trail of dead bodies behind the counter.

I packed my things into a suitcase and as I wheeled it down the hallway and over Jason's body I could feel a smile on my face.

" This ain't no Joker and Harley bitch I fight back"