The Way He Is

Chapter 2: Rude Awakening .

It was around 6:00 o'clock when Mark came home. I started to get worried . I blew his phone up. Called about 100 times. Texted him about 30. Never answered or replied to anyone of them. He knows how I get. I don't know why he does that. He gets under my skin so easy now that I am pregnant.

"Where in GOD's name were you?" Every word I said, my voice gotten squeaky.

"Bitch, why do I need to tell you? It's not like I'm getting that pussy tonight anyway. Hell I don't even get lap dances anymore. We been together for how long? 1 year and you acting like we just met! Fuck this shit. I still got hoes to go to if you don't want me." He was so irritated right about now I didn't know what to do.

"What hoes? Tonya? Micah? Mariana? Makayla? Tyawna? Renee? Ronisha? Seven? Cierra? Ciara? Tierra? Teyuanna? Ronise? Renata? Wilma? Shall I go on?" He pissed me off so much, I just wanted to scream.

Mark walked up to me. BOOM! I was on the floor and he was on top of me. Carried me to the bed. Took my shorts off. Next thing I know he was in my panties going hard. I couldn't help but moan.

"Uuuugggh. Daddy please don't do it!" he was making me squirt all in his mouth.

"You just need to shut the fuck up sometimes girl," he said while eating me out.

"Yes papi whatever you say," could help but notice a pink spot on his shirt.

I got up. He got mad talking about some damn I messed everything up and shit. Like nigga what? He must got me fucked up or some shit. Or do he think I am that dumb?

"What is pink baby lips doing on your shirt," having mixed emotions I asked again. Only this time it wasn't pretty.

"BITCH! WHO IN THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING TO? YOU MUST HAVE A FEW THINGS FUCKED UP? THAT'S WHAT IT IS RIGHT? I KNOW DAMN WHILE UNIQUE MONROE IS NOT TRYING TO CHECK ME" he walked up to me getting louder and louder.

He punched me 45 times. Busted my lips. Bruised my chest and face. I screamed for help but, no one was there. The kids was over there friend's house. He slapped me up a couple of times. I felt more pain every time. This isn't the first time he has hit me though. He knows I am not going anywhere so he takes it for granted.

"Baby, stop please," I pleaded to him.

"Why should I?" He questioned me like a criminal in a police station.

"The babies. Do it for the babies. Just stop," I tried everything he just wouldn't budge this time.

He finally got off of me after 2 hours straight of a full beaten. He left the house again and it was me all alone. Instead of feeling it in the inside. It became a reality.