A Bitter Love (available on AMAZON) FREE!!

JHAZLYN

It had been about a week since I had heard from my Monique. Yes, I know I had spazzed out on her, but she didn't realize how bad I was hurting for her. The site of seeing her laid out like that tugged at my heart, and I would do anything to get her out of that situation.

I had been texting her for the last two days, and she had yet to respond. I knew Mo would never ignore me like that, so here I am sitting in her drive way giving myself a pep talk. After finding her laid out like that, I now feared that the next time I saw her, it would be worse.

I smiled on the inside when I saw that Lee's black Lexus was nowhere in sight. I swear I hated to even look at that coward of a man.

Seeing that Monique's red Charger was there, I parked and sat in the car as I tried to get my mind right. Taking one last breath and getting my nerves together, I exited my car. I was walking so slowly with tears trying to build up, if I blinked too hard, one would be cascading down my face. The way that I was approaching the house you would think that I was walking down the church aisle at her funeral. I was scared that I was going to walk in and see her laid out dead.

Getting to the front door, I knocked first, I knocked again, but this time it was harder and louder. After knocking for a good five minutes, I began to panic. Turning the doorknob, it wasn't a surprise that it was unlocked, Lee had a bad habit of doing that and I would remember Monique always complaining about that.

Checking out my surroundings outside, I then slowly stepped in one foot at a time. I entered the house and it was like a cold chill came over me. Checking each room, nothing was out of place.

Now, here I stood in front of Monique and Lee's room. I felt as though I was about to pass out, so I had to brace myself as I reached for the door knob. Placing my hand on the knob, it was like I got this weird feeling that shot throughout my whole body like a wild fire. Turning the knob slowly, I stepped in the room with my eyes shut tight. I was terrified to open them because I just knew I was going to see something that would haunt me for the rest of my life.

Opening my eyes, I gasped and covered my mouth at the sight of the person laying in front of me. I knew for a fact that she wasn't dead, but the sight of her made me cringe. She still had some bruises on her, I'm guessing from the beat down Lee had given her, and she was way skinnier. Her hair was sprawled out everywhere, and she looked like she was just hit by a damn bus.

Running to her side of the bed, I took my hand and rubbed it across her forehead. I stared at her trying to figure out why was she still doing this to herself.

"Monique!" I whispered, feeling as if I yelled too loud it would break her because that's how fragile she looked.

"Monique! Get up!" I said this time making my presence known by speaking louder.

I watched her dart up and look around like she was scared that something bad was going to happen to her again. Once her eyes fell on me, I could see the true pain that my best friend was going through. Her eyes told it all.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I wrapped my arms around her and we rocked back and forth not saying much. I knew for a fact that we were both crying because I could feel the wetness from her tears on my shoulder.

"Come on, Mo. Come stay with me for a while. I know you don't want your parents to know, but please at least come and stay with me." I looked at her with sobbing eyes hoping that she would give in.

Usually, it would be like pulling teeth to get her to leave Lee, but this time, it didn't take her as long as I thought to agree with me.

"Let me go clean up a little and pack a small bag," she struggled to say like each word was causing her some pain that was hidden to the eye of others.