Family Hustle : "I Am My Brother's Keeper"

Chapter Twenty Four : "The Good, The Bad and The Ugly Part Two"

                                    -Yelena

       "What?" I say. "Bitch, you heard me! What the hell did you just call me?" Vincent says. Getting off of me, he wraps his towel back around his waist and waits for an answer. "Vincent, I didn't mean that sweetheart" I say reaching out for him. "Get the fuck away from me!" He says snatching away from my grip. "So you fucking my brother now? Huh? That's how we doing shit Yelena?" He says throwing our wedding picture at me. If it wasn't for my fast reflects, that 9 by 16 inch frame would have had me in a comma. "Baby no, I didn't have an affair with Victor! I would never do that!" I lied. Victor and I had an intimate moment one time 6 months ago. I was so tired of the lies, the cheating and avoidance that Vincent put me through so, I decided I wanted to even the score. Two weeks after we left that hotel that night, I had all the symptoms of pregnancy. I didn't want Vincent to find out but, I didn't want to abort the baby either. I was stuck. I figured that Vincent would believe the baby was his because for one, he never keeps track of when we have sex and two, the Valentino genes were strong. Hell, Victor's daughter Tara could pass as a triplet for Tommy and Nycole. I also felt as if this baby could bring our marriage back together but, only time would tell. The only thing I knew was that this secret here, would be taken to the grave with me. Victor was also on the same page.

"You are a lying rat Yelena, I can see it all over ya face!" Vincent screamed. "Honey, how many times do I have to tell you, I didn't do it!" I yelled. I've never seen Vincent this angry before, never in our 28 years of marriage. He started to charge after me, and I ran away from him. He was like a raging bull. Chasing me around the bedroom I tripped and fell over the Louboutin shoes I had laying out on the floor for that evening. He straddled on top of me and grabbed a fist full of my hair and slapped me dead in the face. "Vincent please!" I yell. Picking me up by my hair, he drags me over to the foot of the bed and begins to choke me. He pressed his hand firm around my neck. I start to fight him but, he doesn't budge. Tears form in my eyes. I start to claw at his skin but, the rage in his eyes doesn't faze him. I started to feel my lips turn blue and my eyes turn red. "Please" I mouthed. With a little mercy, he released his grip on me. I started to cough and wheeze so bad, at that moment I don't think death would have been too bad. "Clean yourself up!" He demanded me. I was so weak but, I managed to stand up on my two feet. I tied my robe and walked over to my vanity. Vincent got back into the shower and I sat there to try to process what the hell just happened. I started to cry but, my crying got cut off shortly. "Yelena, the limo is coming in an hour, and your ass better be ready." He yells. This wasn't the first time Vincent has done something like this but, I never thought he would be that crazy to do that while I was with child. Picking up a few tissues, I dabbed my tears away and applied more powder to my face and more mascara on my lashes. Gotta keep this show on the road.