Mel's Pov 🙍
When I walked inside my house I was scared shitless. I had no idea Marques was sitting on the couch the whole time. To make matters worse he was in the dark. Like really nigga who the fuck does that?
All I remember was him yelling at me asking who dropped me off. I didn't want to tell him who. Avery is innocent and did nothing wrong. I don't want to put him in the middle of this.
"Baby I can explain. That guy you saw was just a friend. Leah got faded and wasn't able to bring me home. So my friend Avery offered to take me home. Nothing happened I swear."
I looked up at Marques expecting him to say something. Instead he grabbed me by my arm and dragged me out of the house.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm taking you home. You really think I was gonna argue with in your parents house. What if they hear me? Nah I'll wait until we get to my place." Says Marques
"How did you get in my house to begin with?"
"I just told your parents some lie about me needing the key for moving purposes." Says Marques with a mischievous grin on his face.
I didn't say anything the rest of the ride home.
******
"You think I'm stupid Mel?" Screams M
He has me cornered so I have no where to run.
"N--.."
SMACK
I felt a big sting across my face.
I can't believe he hit me. I mean I knew he had angry issues but I had no idea it was this bad.
"I'm so tired of you not doing what I tell you. I own you so therefore you will do whatever I tell you. " Says Marques grabbing me by my neck.
"Okay I'll do whatever you want just let me go. You're hurting me."
Marques had a strong grip on around my neck. I could feel my circulation slowly cutting off.
Before I could say anything else Marques punched me in my eye.
"Keep playing with me Mel." Screams M
I tried to break free from him. That only made him more angry.
Next thing I knew he was slapping me around the room. Marques slapped me around until his hand got tired. Then he would take a break and switch to his other hand.
After awhile I felt myself getting weak. Suddenly everything went black.
****** The next morning ******
I woke up in bed with Marques. He had his arms wrapped so tight around my waist. I could barely even move.
I tried to loosen his grip he only tightened it.
"I need to go to the bathroom." My voice was barely above a whisper.
He finally let me go.
I ran into the bathroom. I locked the door behind me. When I looked in the mirror I almost burst out screaming. My once beautiful face had a big ass bruise on my cheek. My eye was swollen shut. My lip was busted. My neck had marks everywhere. My hair even had a little bald spot.
"Why is this door locked? Mel what you doing in there. It doesn't take that long to pee. Don't make me break this door down!" Yells Marques banging on the door.
"I'm almost done."
I flush the toilet to make him think he actually used the bathroom.
I turn on the sink and rinse my hands.
I grab a paper towel and quickly dry my hands.
I unlock the door and see Marques sitting on the bed.
I looked near his feet and see a big chunk of my hair on the ground.
I don't even remember him yanking out my hair.
I was so busy trying to recall the last few hours. I didn't even notice Marques standing in front of me.
"You gonna just stand there? Get your ass back in bed." Demands Marques
He raised his hand like he was about to hit me.
I quickly ran back into bed. Marques follows after me. He wraps his arms back around me.
Pretty soon he's knocked out.
I can't even sleep. How can't I sleep. I'm in too much pain to do anything. My face is killing me. The back of my head is pounding.
As I lay in bed all I can think is this isn't the Marques that I fell in love with. The persons I'm laying next to is a monster.
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Please excuse any errors in this chapter. This isn't my best work. It's more of a filler chapter.
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