The Start

920 24 1
                                    

You swore you've never hit 'em
Never do nothing to hurt 'em
Now you're in each others face
Spewing venom
And these words
When you spit 'em
You push
Pull each other's hair
Scratch, claw, bit 'em
Throw 'em down
Pin 'em

~.~

"Hey, baby?" Erik walked into the kitchen where you were making yourself a sandwich. You had just finished your shift and wanted to come see your boyfriend of 6 months.

"Yes?" You asked him. He looked very nervous, like what he about to tell would change your lives forever.

"I-Imma need you to sit down for this." He deadpanned. Your eyebrows furrowed, but you say in a stool across from him.

"So, tell me everything you know about me."

"Everything?"

"Okay not everything. Tell me what you know about me regarding my heritage."

"Oh. Okay. Let's see...you're from the country Wakanda. Your real name is N'jadaka. Um, your father died from getting shot, your mother left and never came back...that's it."

Erik rubbed his hands together. "Okay...I lied." he blurted out. You furrowed your brows.

"What?"

"About my parents. I am Wakandan and my name is N'Jadaka, but my dad wasn't..." He takes a deep breath and holds your hand. "My father wasn't shot."

"Huh?"

"He was murdered by King T'Chaka." The surprise that you felt was evident as your eyes widen tremendously. Erik can sense your confusion so he continues before you could speak.

"My father was Prince N'Jobu of Wakanda and a member of the Golden Tribe. He was part of the War Dogs and was sent to Oakland California where he met my mother and had me. He saw how our people were suffering while Wakanda, being powerful enough to stop these atrocities, sat idly by, non-colonized and happy, and doing nothing for people of African descent all over the world. He met a man named Ulysses Klaue who was apart of the black market. He told him about vibranium and they made a plan to steal it and distribute it among the people. It worked and somehow the king found out about it. He came to my apartment, ripped his chest open, and fled." Erik finished.

"And your mother?" you asked.

"I really don't know where she is."

You were speechless. It was just too difficult to fathom. King T'Chaka, a murderer?, you thought. As much as you didn't want to believe it, you had no doubt in your mind that Erik was telling you the truth.

"Erik, how do you know all this?

"My dad's diary. I guess the king didn't check his surroundings before jetting." But there was something about his plan that's throwing you off.

"But Erik...T'Chaka is still king."

"That leads to what else I want to say." He gets up from the stool and sits next to you, taking your hands into his once again.

"Y/N, I'm sick of watching our people get killed, cursed about, then ignored when we try to do something about it. Wakanda actually can do something about it, but they chose to let our brothers and sisters suffer. I'm going to stop it." he says.

"H-How?"

"I'm liable for the throne. When T'Chaka is out of the way, I can challenge T'Challa, and when I become king, I'll use Wakanda's resources to help our oppressed brothers and sisters across the globe. They can fight back; my daddy's death won't be in vain. And baby..." he gets closer to your face and stares into your eyes, "I want you to be my queen."

You blink. That's all you could do. What Erik just told you is too much to think about at once. So you chose not to think and just speak.

"Erik?"

"Yes?" he says, anxious for your approval that never came.

"You're...crazy." His face fell as well as his heart. Obviously, he was expecting a much better reaction. You slither your hands out of his and get off the stool.

"What?"

"You heard me nigga." You turned to face him. "Did you even hear yourself? I know how these things work. You're going to kill your uncle, then your cousin, then exploit Wakanda's weapons to use for destruction of innocent people everywhere."

"T'Chaka will kick the bucket soon. And T'Challa can yield-"

"You and I both know T'Challa is not going to yield." Erik breathes out harshly through his nose. He was starting to get mad.

"And I never said anything about the destruction of anyone."

"Oh please, Erik. That's what it's going to lead to! Millions of white people all over the world will be enslaved and killed! And it's not just white people. There are people of every race who hate niggas. Do you think they're going to be spared? They won't." You start to gather your stuff. "I do not want to be a part of the mass genocide that will occur if you kill T'Challa and become king."

"I just want to teach them a lesson that's 400 years overdue!"

"You'll become JUST LIKE THEM!" You take a deep breath and get closer to him. You realized you were basically shitting all over his life long dream that he's been waiting his entire life for. Regardless of how shitty it was, all he wanted was to help his brothers and sisters. "Baby, I understand that you just want to give black people what they never had before. But there are a plethora of ways you could go about it differently. This isn't the right way, and I want no affiliation with it. I'm sorry." You turn around and start walking towards the door.

Erik was panicking. He was about to lose you, it was clear. He should have known you wouldn't be on board with it. When you found out about his scars, you said you thought he was sadistic and psychotic and stopped talking to him for almost three weeks.

"Wait!" He says. He reaches out the grab your arm, but he miscalculated and grabbed your hair, yanking you so hard you flew back onto the ground dropping all your stuff in the process.

"Ahh!" You yelp. Erik freezes. There goes that sound again.

"Erik, what the hell is wrong with you!" You seethed. But Erik didn't hear a word. He was still in a daze from the sound you had made. He leans in to kiss you, but you slap him across the face.

"You must be your you rat ass mind!" You tell him. Erik rubs his cheek and furrows his brows. Now he's angry.

You start to look nervous and back up when he skulks towards you. "Erik?" You ask. When he's close enough he grabs you and punches you in the face causing you to fall to the floor. "Ahh!" You yell again. You hold your throbbing cheek and look up to him. He looks terrifying with his grills peeking through his mouth as he smiles down at you. His fists are balled up and he's breathing hard. You try to crawl to your phone and keys, but Erik picks you up and slams you against the wall. He starts biting and sucking on your neck. You cry and struggle against him but it proves fruitless. However, he does get annoyed and wraps his hand around your neck.

"Baby~." He says. He sounded absolutely terrifying and aroused. Did he think it was a game? "Don't you love me? Why don't you stop struggling so we can finish this upstairs?" You start to cry.

"Please, Erik. Please let me go. Don't hurt me again."

"You must be our your rat ass mind." He mocked. "See, I don't remember asking if you wanted to be my queen. You will be my queen. As your king I command it. Do you hear me?" You nod. He smiles and goes back to kissing on your neck. After a few seconds, he lifts you off the wall and starts walking towards the steps.

The neighbors mistook your cries as moans.

~.~

Love The Way You LieWhere stories live. Discover now