Ivanna P.O.V.
I haven't really been talking to Courtney. I am still living up in our apartment area. It's pretty peaceful up here. Courtney keeps asking me why I won't come back to the main floor. I just tell him that we need to get our communication back on track. I told him if he yells at me like he lost his damn mind again I will fuckin beat his ass and not think twice about it.
He just doesn't get why I don't respond well to yelling. It is just something in me that can't take it. It doesn't make me sad or anything I just get hella pissed off. Like why the hell do you have to yell you can't say what you need without you yelling, really?
Currently I am laying in the bed and I am actually really hungry. We have food up here but I need to get some excercise, plus the babies are with Courtney downstairs so I need to check on them.
As I was walking downstairs I start smelling cinnamon rolls. I love those things.
"Good Morning"
"Good Morning baby"
"Are the twins in there room?"
"Yeah, do you want some breakfast?"
"Sure" He fixed our plates. Cinnamon rolls, grits, eggs, and bacon. I was in heaven. This was my favorite breakfast other than Southern Maid Doughnuts (They are Bomb).
"Thank you"
"No Problem" We sat in silence eating until Courtney broke the silence.
"Come back downstairs baby" He stared into my eyes
"Courtney you are going to have to learn that you cannot yell at me and expect me to be okay with it. We are getting married right?" He shook his head.
"Okay then that means our communication needs to be top notch. I was just really angry that you can't talk to me like a grown ass man instead of yelling"
"Your pushing it"
"Pushing what? Tell me what the hell I am pushing"
"Nothing"
"See Courtney you always shut the fuck down. Damn open up and be real upfront with me" I got up and went upstairs and got in the shower. As long as we have a communication problem I will be upstairs. I heard the door open.
"Courtney get out"
"Baby I j-"
"Save it."
"Ivanna"
"WHAT" soon I felt myself being grabbed by my writs out the shower I fell on the floor.
"DAMMIT IVANNA"
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU COURTNEY" My anke was in so much pain. I'm pretty sure I broke it. Wonderful! He grabbed me up and pinned me to the wall. I looked into his once beautiful eyes. They were cold and black.
I started to cry and thats when he softend up and let go. I fell to the floor because I couldn't support my weight. He came to the ground and cradled me.
"GET OFF, GET OFF NOW!!" I screamed and started hitting him in his chest.
"Baby stop I'm sorry"
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" This whole fiasco took me back to the days when I was with Kevin.
"Ba-"
"NOW" He got up and sighed. He walked out and walked downstairs.
I grabbed my towel and dried off on the floor. I got up and limped to my closet. I quickly put on some underwear, a sports bra, sweats, a t-shirt, and a pair of Jordans. I called Faith and told her what went down. She told me she was coming and she was bringing Rodney and the twins. She brought Rodney so he could keep Courtney back when we left.
