The Way He Is

Chapter 5: Good and Bad

Mark took his time getting upstairs. He opened the door with a butcher knife. I tried to run out the door , but he caught me. I jumped onto the roof of the mansion and was scared from falling off the house.

"Its just me and you know baby huh? Mark said having a smirk on his face.

I didn't know what to do now. He had a butcher knife. So what was I suppose to do. Plus I am pregnant.

"Yeah. Me and you. I-I-It is just me a-a-a-and y-y-you," I don't know why I was taking a long time with my words it was getting cold, I guess.

He walked up to me. Cut my fingers at the nail. Why was he acting so strange lately?

"Mark. Baby? You cutting yourself baby!" I exclaimed to him.

He fell to the floor having a seizure. Really I didn't give a fuck! I was happy that nigga was about to die. He ain't deserve my love. I left out the door. Looking at my 3 children killed by a man I thought I loved. I got in the car and drove off. When I was almost at the hospital, I called the police.

CONVERSATION

911: This is 911, what is your emergency ?

Me: Ummm, yes my boyfriend raped my 3 children and killed them. And he's at the house having a seizure.

911: Ma'am where are you?

Me: The hospital. I am pregnant and he hit me and cut my fingers with a butcher knife. I have to check on my babies. FUCK THAT NIGGA!!!

911: Where was this taking place, Ma'am?

Me: 3600 Guilford street. Goodbye

I hung up the phone walked into the hospital and passed out.

16 Days Later

"Give her CPR NOW!!!" some people screamed.

I started to wake up. I looked to my left I had I. V.'s all in my arm. Looked to the right and Mark next to me. I looked down and saw my stomach was still big so that meant I was still pregnant I guess. Mark got up and came to me. He was chocking me.

"I told you! Did I not tell you not to do it ?!?" he said punching me.

What did he tell me? I didn't do anything to this man.

" Baby, please what about the babies ?" trying to get his attention.

I remember now. When I first started to go with him he told me he didn't want kids. I already had 3. Now I was pregnant with two of his. He should of used a condom. He already knew it only takes one time. And poof, here I am. Six months later, laying in a hospital bed. Being chocked to death by my boyfriend. My kids are dead. Nobody is here for me anymore. I have no one.

"FUCK THEM BABIES!" He started to chock me harder. He released me and started to punch me again. I was screaming for my life and once again nobody could hear me. It was me again all by myself. The doctor came in my room with a group of police officers. They put Mark in handcuffs.

"Are you ok Unique?" Dr. Sims asked looking different.

"Umm, yes you are fine... I mean me. I am fine," looking away feeling embarrassed.

"Can I take you out sometime?" She was looking sexy ass hell.

I wanted to say hell yeah but, "Yes that will be delightful," blushing at every word.

"How about... Saturday?"

"Sure."

I walked out the hospital. Feeling good and bad about what just happened. I guess we'll see where life takes us.