forever my shorty ❤️

2.

Princess...

I awake later that day around 4pm with a huge headache and feel heaviness on my body.

Alex....

I try to push him off me but kept pushing  his weight on my body. Rolling my eyes, I gently slid from under him. I got some lounging around clothes from my closet and went into the guest bathroom. After my shower, I looked in the mirror and reviewed the damage. Y'all I couldn't even recognize the person that was starring my back at me, I quickly wiped my tears and proceeded to fix myself.

I got my lace glue and fixed my lace that Alex aggressively pulled from my scalp, noticing a more bald spots emerging. After I fixed my hair I did my hygiene routine and put on a little makeup.

Traveling to the kitchen, I warmed up the breakfast I got earlier this morning. As I was waiting on the microwave I notice a big puddle of something in the corner by the trash can. I got closer and noticed it was throw up 🤦🏽‍♀️.

Lord please help this man...

Giving up on my breakfast because now I lost my appetite. I grabbed some gloves out the cabinet and cleaned up the disgust.  Looking around my trashy and smelly apartment, I shake my head. It was actually a beautiful apartment, but Alex has ruined it. I took so much pride in my home, hell I'm paying the rent for it. It was so embarrassing because I've always wanted to have friends over and have drinks, lunch and gossip but I could never do that with Alex, he was aggressive and had roaming eyes. I never wanted to bring my friends around him, yes they've met him a couple of times, but that was when he picked me up from the club but I had to cut that out to. One night I was working late for some extra money and he came in there with a gun and threatened to shoot himself in front of everybody if i didn't come home right now.

Embarrassed wasn't even the half of it man. Hell I wanted to die right there! So, of course I went home with him. When we arrived he beat my ass so bad. Accusing me of  cheating and sucking dick.

My thoughts raced through my mind as I cleaned my home for the next 3 hours, by the time I was done it was 6 about to be 7. I threw myself on the couch with exhaustion. I gently pulled the gloves off my hands and they were all wrinkly. I close my eyes for a brief second. Slowly drifting off to sleep......

ClAP ! CLAP ! CLAP !

I jumped up and touched my chest feeling my heart beating fast. I looked up at who was making all the noise.

Annnnnd It was Alex once again being annoying. I rolled my eyes and got up to go to the room. As I walked pasted him with his eyes burning into my forehead, I feel him jerk me by my hair and drag me all the way to the kitchen. I could tell he was drunk because he was stumbling backwards as he was dragging me. I knew not to scream, that would only get the police called and even bigger problems would occur.

When we made it to the kitchen, he let me go and went into the ice box, got some pork chops out and threw them on my face. This was the worse pain I've ever felt.... so I thought. Now this was when I hollered in pain, Alex then picked me up and sat me on the counter and examined my face . " Why the fuck you got on all that makeup? Huh? " he asked me while turning on the stove and getting cooking ingredients out. I just stared at him with a blank face. This abuse has to stop man, what happen to the man I loved ? The man who would do anything for me ? This was the moment when I realized this nigga loved football more than me. We were the happiest when he played football, but him not making it was no excuse to treat the only one who loves and takes care of you like shit.

I felt him shake me out my thoughts.

" Oh since you can't fucking hear, make sure my dinner is ready within the next hour. " He says as he walked out the kitchen and into the bathroom.