Breakin Me Lovin Me

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Well, you guys already know a little bit about me, so I'm going to tell you a little more. I guess you can say it's a gift for joining my eventful adventure. Welp, my full name is Fayth Alana Davis, 19 years old and am currently attending college.

I just got out of high school about two months ago. I'm a freshman at the Cricison(Cricket-Sun) Academy for Fine Arts. Yes, bitches! I said fine arts, I love to draw. It's my passion as some say. It helps me deal with my situation as most of you know. If you don't, well I'm telling you now and only once so listen up. I HAVE AN ABUSIVE BOYFRIEND!!! Clear enough?

Good.

I'm missing something, aren't I? Ahh yes. I'm 5'1, short I know but I deal. I'm dark skin and I have long curly 4c black hair that reaches my middle back, but right now I have box braids in. Shout out to all my African American girls! Whoop Whoop! Alright. I have brown eyes with a speck of hazel. Weird? I know I don't know where I got it from. I have full pink lips. I don't wear too much makeup, I'm naturally beautiful, minus the cuts and black eyes. I try to cover up with make-up.

Wondering where my parents are? He made me lose contact with them when he lost his job, which you'll find out in a second. Well, Lamonte and I have been together for 2 years we meet when I was 17 and he was 18. Yeah yeah, him 18, me 17, thought he would've gone to jail. Nope! We were only 3 months apart so we never told anybody until I turned 18.

My parents loved him. He charmed his way through their hearts and mine. Back then he was different but now it's like he's possessed but kept the same body, that I've come to love and hate. He was gentle, loving, proper, a gentleman, knew wrong from right, had a great job as a CEO for his dad's company, had friends that brought good influence around him, and kept in contact with his family. 

Wondering how it all changed? Welllll about 8 months ago his dad fired him. Now don't go thinking he left his son in the dirt. Y'all thinking too far ahead. He was fired for a good reason. Lamonte was giving his father's competition, his father's ideas and was getting paid on the low for it. How they found out? His dad's bodyguard and secretary worked together and figured it out. They knew something suspicious was going on but didn't know what. So they suspected it was Lamonte so they followed his every move. Where he went at night and day, what he bought, who he went to see, all that spy shit. Well, they caught his sneaking, backstabbing ass in action. Ha sucks for him. Okay! I'm going to get to the point. He got fired, nobody wanted him because of what happened, he started selling drugs and getting paid. I found out about 6 months ago. I told the police. Why? I'm not about to be living with a drug dealer and somebody do a drive by, shooting up the house with me in it, awe hell no.

I told the police but who Lamonte was working for had inside connections and they got him out or whatever. That's when the beatings started happening. He said he had to do it because I put his job on the line. Nigga that ain't even a job that's some high-tech drug dealing. Yes, I've tried running away don't get me wrong but he paid people to watch me that day. I told the police. Now everywhere I turn there's one of his drug-dealing homies, standing at the corner, looking like a fucking hawk. Eat a mouse bitch and leave me the fuck alone. I beat the fuck outta Hawk Eyes. Unfortunately, he wasn't the only one watching. They teamed up and caught me, bringing me back to the crib.

So here I am, getting abused by my drug-dealing ass boyfriend. I'll continue this later I'm about to go in the bathroom and throw my soul up.

Toodles lovelies.