Promise? |DAVE EA$T

II.

Lord, won't you take this pain from me...

Ashanti- Rain On Me

Present Day

I woke up early this morning with an excruciating headache. Amina and James were arguing downstairs, and their yelling was really getting to me, BAD.I ambled down the stairs. Before reaching the last step, I had a clear view of the situation at hand. 

Ryshad was sitting on the couch, recording it all happen.  

He must've forgotten his goddamn morals to be sitting on this couch and not stopping this man from hitting his own aunt.. Who do you think you are?  This is exactly the shit that pisses me off. 

I walked closer, and stood by the couch with my hands on my hips. "All three of y'all, get the hell out," I said. 

Amina complained ,"James started it Lo, I didn't do anything  to him!"

I walked off to the kitchen, disregarding her comment and taking the car keys off the rack. I handed one set to James, and the other to Ryshad. "Now go, y'all making too much damn noise for me to even think clearly." They all huffed, walking out the front door. James mumbled on the way out, "Tell Lele to keep her fucking legs closed and we won't be having no arguments." I stopped him. "What the fuck did you just say?", I asked through gritted teeth. He slammed the front door, and then turned to me. The kids were long gone; they had already pulled out of the driveway.

He said again, "I SAID TELL LELE TO KEEP HER FUCKING LEGS CLOSED, MAYBE WE WON'T BE HAVING THESE FUCKING PROBLEMS THAT WE'RE HAVING TODAY BITCH!"

 Before I even realized it, I slapped him heavy-handedly. He, realizing what I just done, slapped me back. I ran off and grabbed the lamp off the table, throwing it at him.

Bitch you know you ain't got good aim, now why the fuck would you throw that? 

The lamp FORTUNATELY didn't miss his big waffle iron headed ass. It smacked him right in the chest, then fell, causing the bulb to shatter all over his shoe. He ran towards me with full speed, causing me to run towards the kitchen. 

Shit, I thought to myself.

 I was trapped in with nowhere to go. He walked into the kitchen with his fists balled up. I tucked my feet under the carpet near the stove as he  sulked towards me. "Ma, you got glass all in my fucking shoe. I advise you to clean this shit up", he managed to say. I rolled my eyes at him, and walked around him.  He took his long, lanky arm and wrapped it around my waist with the other one going to my hair. "You a hard headed bitch, you know that?", he said to me. I tried to wiggle out his grip, but that didn't work. 

I honestly don't even know myself why I decided to wiggle, but that just made the shit drop in the blender.

He pulled my hair even harder, and I could've sworn  my whole ponytail was detached from my head. "Let me go," I choked out . Instead of letting me go fully, he let go of my hair, picking me up. He slung me over his shoulder. A tear slipped from my eye, and it dropped on his neck. 

Thanks a lot , eyeballs. He proceeded towards the living room, and he locked the door. "The kids got the keys?", he asked. I shook my head no. "You know what you did was fucked up, and you know Kaleigh is going around fucking on any and every nigga she gets around at school. Yet you slapped me in my face about it too. You owe me for this ma, but I apparently owe yo ass since I put a bruise on yo pretty face. " He walked upstairs to the room, still carrying me.

 I, internally, was not asking for any make-up sex.

I've been upset about how he's been talking to Kaleigh and Amina, and he thinks this is going to make me forgive him for it. He laid me on the bed and turned to close the door. I made a beeline for the bathroom, and quickly shut the door before he even said anything. "Now why you doing this for ma, huh?", he said from the other side of the door. "I didn't even brush my teeth or anything yet, and you're getting on my last nerves", I managed to say without any emotion. I heard shuffling at the door, and then a couple of thuds against the wall. He must've kicked off his shoes, I thought. I took my time brushing my teeth and washing my face, and then turned on the shower. I didn't hear anything else, so I resumed what I was doing and stripped from my nightwear. As soon as I walked into the shower, the bathroom door flung open, and there stood a James, shirtless. I jumped.

"The fuck is you jumpin' for?" I shook my head and closed the shower curtains, only for them to be pulled open again. "So a nigga can't look at his girl?" I threw the soap at him. Wrong move, Lo. 

He grabbed the soap, and threw it in the trash. I got out and retrieved another, only for it to be snatched out my hand. "Give me the damn soap and get out, J." He didn't listen. Instead, he opened the box and grabbed my loofah. He stuck his hand in the water, and then the soap and loofah after. Lathering it up, he looked at me with lust in his eyes. I'm tired of getting raped after we fight, this feels like a routine more than a passion, I thought internally. I sighed and rolled my eyes. He grabbed my arm and began to scrub it while planting kisses along my jaw. I slightly moved my face, then he went to my neck. I slipped out a low moan. "I wanted a bath, not sex", I said. "You know you want this di-" he was cut off by the ringing of my phone.

He dropped my things on the toilet, and walked out, retrieving my phone. "It's Monty bitchass.", he said. I mushed his head and grabbed my phone. "Hello?", I asked. The line was silent before he asked , "What's going on over there?". I tried to act dumb, lo and behold, Monty is smart as hell. I'm dumb enough to forget that. "Whatchu mean, Mont?" There was shuffling , until I heard someone say,  "Don't tell momma that we're here". I asked him " Are they at your house?". He stuttered, "Y-yeah. They are." I heard shuffling again, and then he dropped his phone. "Shit."

Sometimes, I wish I was still with Gio. He showed me love, cared for me, and even ensured the well being of my kids. But it's different now. Even though he cheated, I still love him dearly. I believe in second chances and all, but I believe I should have gave him a second chance and not James. It's too late.

The decisions I make, the paths I take is exactly why I'm living this way. Ive always been told by my mom don't succumb to abuse. And what am I doing? Letting this man.......BOY fill my head with shit that I shouldn't even be believing to be true. I still have love for this man, but where is my head?

*This chapter is kinda short too... I promise, the next will be a filler. Chapters 1 and two are just li' shorts to get y'all started. * I was originally supposed to publish this chapter last week, but I got caught in other things. I love y'all, enjoy ❤️ (I had to throw this one in here , all love to you Davey 😩😍!)