Breaking Point

Chapter 12: My Whole Night Has Changed

Dondre POV.

its been a couple weeks now since I haven't heard of or seen Keke and Kiara. its been two seconds since I've stop thinking about them.

Keke had something about her that made me smile, something that would make my day. I don't know what came over me, wait that wasn't even me. I was drunk and careless and now she's gone back with Lawrence.

kekes POV.

its quite a terrible thing to admit that you have been in two or should I say three abusive relationships if you want to count Lawrence. I wanted love so bad that I wasn't careful...I rushed it.

yes, I'm sure most of you are confused and shocked on how I'm not leaving out demetrus.... but its true. Not physically but his words did hurt. calling me a "slut", "bitch", Whore", and words I don't even know the meaning to. what makes me laugh is that all the word abuse happened after him and Chantel had a talk......for about 3 hours in his bedroom.

Lawrence wasn't home when I snuck back in but he's been gone for a long while now and its a Sunday. I've had to teach Kiara since she can't go to school. I think I'm teaching her things that most kids in kindergarten wouldn't know yet...but thats ok.

Kiara: 3

me: yes...now what's 4 times 1

Kiara: 4.

all she's knows is her one time tables but thats fine.

Kiara: mommy what's this.

she hands me a bible. I chuckle and start looking through it.

Kiara: mommy.

me: its a bible.

Kiara: .....oh...

I put it in the drawer next to me. I can't let Lawrence know I have it....he'll take that away too. its been a while since I've talked to god. I feel kinda bad.....like I betrayed him with my promise to stay a virgin till marriage, but this isn't my fault. people say god makes no mistakes or he has a reason for everything..... does he have good one for my life. when I just got abducted I thought god hated me....like their was no place for me in this world so he passes me off to Lawrence.... the devil. I grew over that....but now I'm starting to rethink that again.

Kiara: mommy I'm tired.

me: me too.

Kiara: night.

she gets under the comforter. I clean up her crayons and markers on the floor. I put her work exercise books on her little desk in her room. I lock her up and go downstairs to make dinner for Lawrence.

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I've been sitting here for an hour watching TV waiting for Lawrence to come "home".

I was watching the midday movie, and it was a real story of an abused woman who shot her husband to escape the abuse. I started entertaining the idea of killing him, but I realized that I wouldn’t be successful.....I realized how much that would effect Kiara. she'd have to go to a home.....no...I never want to see Kiara in a foster home. I brush the idea out of my head and start to watch According to him and her. this show is funny as .........stuff.

??: FUCKING SHIT.

I hear from outside. I quickly turn off the TV and look out the window to see Lawrence cussing to his phone. he barges in the house. I move away from the window quickly... (he doesn't like me and Kiara anywhere near a window or a phone) he looks at me and whips his phone at my head. I duck and it hits the wall behind me. I look back at him and he's already in front of me with his hands ready to choke me to death. he pushes me against the wall and starts kissing my neck. I push him off me as his eyes lit up. I look to see how he cut my shoulder. I couldn't even feel it....he pushes me back against the wall and starts drinking the blood and he starts biting me up. I'm getting mad...I don't know why....he's like a dog....I hate dogs. their teeth freak me out and how they don't wipe after pooing or peeing and then just wanna come sit on you and lick you up. I kick him in the stomach, kicking him to the ground. I take a gulp of my own spit and start to run. I run upstairs with him chasing me. I run into his room and lock the door then run into the washroom and lock the door. I know he can't get in Kiara's room cause I keep the keys in my bra now. he starts banging on the bedroom door yelling out how worthless I am.