Stringent Serenity

Chapter T H R E E

Essence Marie Kenzie

It's been two weeks since the argument we had and he is showing improvement. We haven't had sex either, so I don't know how I feel about that. I mean, I kinda happy we haven't had sex yet because I read this book that said if you wait longer to have sex, when you do, do it you'll be surprised at the experience you'll receive, so yeah. Right now, I'm at work sitting behind a desk filled with paper that I have to fill out, send away, and organize for this jackass we call boss.

There was a knock on my door. "Come in!" I said and my door flew open and walked in my gay guy friend, Tristan. He was gone for a month, oh I miss his crazy ass.

"Hey Tristan!" I said putting a stack of papers in the filing cabinet. Walking over to him I held my arms out for a hug. A huge ass smile tugged on his lips.

"Hey bitch!" He said pulling me into the hug. We moved side to side until he let me go.

"I missed you, it was getting boring here man!" I said slapping his arm and walking back to my desk to finish before I had to leave.

"Ain't it always, girl. Shit, I need a damn vacation fucking with Mr. Falcon." He said waving his hand into the air taking a seat at the chair across from me. I laughed a little,

"So, where did you go?" I asked glancing at him as I filled out a paper.

"Girl, I went to the Bahamas! and let me tell you, There was some fine as men up in there!" He exaggerated.

"Really? Well I don't care about the men, I got me one." I said, and he scuffed.

"You still with Michele dusty ass."

"You mean Michael, and yes." I said, I wasn't going to let him degrade him in my face. I mean, he still is my husband.

"Babe you can do better, trust me. But I got to go see what this bitch want. So call me when you get off." I looked up and he was exiting my office before I can say anything else. I huffed in frustration. I have four more hours in this place and I was ready to go home.

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I walked into my house and it sounded like a ghost town, so I'm guessing nobody was here. I walked into the kitchen a threw my keys on my countertop and went to my double sided refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water and my left over KFC. Putting it into the microwave I set it on three minutes. I walked into the living room and turned on the tv and took a seat on the couch until I heard my food stop.

Getting it, I went back into the living room and I heard my door unlock, open then close. After a few minutes Michael stumbling his way into the kitchen and cut on the light. He looked at me and his eyes were blood shot red. His clothes were hanging loosely off of his body and his tie was undid and loose as he almost fell in the kitchen.

"Hey baby!" He slurred yelling. I shook my head and sat my food down. I know his ass is not drunk right now!

"Are you fucking kidding me!?" I yelled at him. He looked at me wide eyed.

"W-what's wrong?" He said coming towards me stumbling on his own feet.

"You are fucking ridiculous! you're what's wrong with me!" I yelled. He was silent.

"How are you going to get drunk when you said you want me to stay! You fucking dumb ass! You are-" His hand clashed against my face as a horrible stinging sensation met my left cheek knocking me to the floor. I held my face looking up at him horrified. His face softened and he put in hands over his mouth.

"Oh my god, baby I'm so sorry!" He apologize as tears fell from my eyes I bit my lip. He bent down and pulled me into his arms as I cried into his chest. I didn't know what to do, he just hit me! So I just...cried.

"Baby, I'm so-so sorry." He said as he rocked back and forth kissing my forehead and rubbing my back. I nodded against his chest. He lift me up and grabbed my face and stared into my eyes.

"Do you believe me?" He questioned. I searched his face and nodded. "I will never hit you again, I promise."

A promise is a promise. That can never be broken, right?

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August 1O, 2O14

He hit her? o_O

Will he do it again?