Recovery

One - Who would've known

Raleigh, North Carolina
May 15th, 2017
Mayora Ally Oniya

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I crossed my arms over my chest, listening to what was being thrown at me.

"I'm tired of you showing your ass to the world. That's only for myself to see, can't you understand where I'm coming from?"

"I understand Quan, but that's what I love to do. I'm not showing my body on purpose it's part of modeling."

He scoffed. "Whatever. Be a hoe if you want to."

"Shut up Quan! I'm not a hoe so don't even go there with me, we've been together for five years and all of sudden you have a problem with me modeling. What's the problem now?"

"At first you wasn't showing your body like you are now. That's the problem."

"Well that's too bad because I'll continue to do what I have to do. My boyfriend isn't going to tell me what I can't do. Modeling is my job-"

His hands wrapped around my throat, backing me up into the wall. He wasn't squeezing, he was just holding me back.

"You talk so damn much Mayora, shut the hell up. You either change the styles you wear for modeling or I leave."

I tried to pry his hands off but he held on tighter, now squeezing. My hands found its way to his face and I scratched him, making him let go.

"Fuck!"

"Don't ever put your hands on me again!" I kicked him in his area, before running out the room.

I grabbed my purse that was on the table, I could hear his footsteps coming my way.

I quickly ran outside to my car, getting inside. I heard the front door open, and he was coming towards my car.

"Stay away from me!" I finally got the car started.

"Can I apologize? I ain't mean to put my hands on ya throat."

"Save it Quan. We are done!"

"No we not! Get out the car."

I pulled out the driveway, going somewhere away from the house.

Quan has never acted that way towards me, I don't know what has gotten into him. He's been supporting my modeling career since day one, now he acts different because I'm wearing a little less clothing.

I don't wear less clothing all the time, I feel uncomfortable about showing my body too, but I'm getting use to it. I have to show people my work of art.

I pulled my phone out my purse, dialing mama.

"Hello Mayora."

"Hi mama, is it ok I stop over?"

"Of course. Are you alright?"

"I just need to talk to you about what happened- I'll explain when I get there."

"Ok. Just a heads up, Cierra is over here."

"That's fine. I'll be there shortly." I ended the call.

Mama was my grandmother, my mother figure. My real mom died after she gave birth to me. She was very sick while pregnant with me, I was lucky enough to even be given birth to.

My dad is in my life, he just doesn't live in North Carolina. My mama always raised me, my dad too but not much since he always had to work.

He lives in New York with his wife, my step mother and her son Keelin. My dad had a daughter with her, my younger sister two years after I was born. She lives in North Carolina, in her own apartment.