Black Boy Joy Imagines [ON HOLD]

E•Wright -Briused-

A/N: I'm putting this here until I publish my other Imagine book🤧

A.K.A, Eazy-E
Dejah looks like the reader ig🤷🏾‍♀️
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Ninteen-ninety-mothafucking-one
N.W.A back in this mothafucker, yo *MC Ren voice💀💀*

My body fell limp on the floor when Andre hit me for a second time. I touched my nostrils feeling blood. I refused to cry from the pain.

"Y-you said you wouldn't h-hit me anymore Dre," I repeted his most famous broken promise, probably for the 99th time.

"Shut up, weak ass bitch," Dre spat at me. "you couldn't even carry a damn baby,"

I found out I miscarried and I figured it was because of the last time Dre roughed me up. He kicked me in my stomach. He knew I was pregnant.

He slapped me again.

I fell to the hardwood floor again.

And this time, I let him see me cry.

I know, fucking pitiful.

Andre just threw me around like I weighed nothing. Like I was light as a feather. I don't even know how I got in this situation. I saw my daddy beat on my momma til' the day he died. I hated that man. Every time I heard my momma scream, I promised to never let no man put his hands on me. I ain't never been no good at keep promises.

"Get ya ass up bitch," I heard him say.

I reluctantly pulled myself up. I felt so weak trying to keep my balance.

"I want this muthafucka clean and food by the time I get back."

He pushed my head, making me fall again, before leaving.

I can't believe I got up and actually did what this nigga told me to do. I'm a fucking mess. I need to leave his sorry ass.

I covered his plate with some foil and sat it on the counter. I grabbed my keys and hopped in my cherry red Impala. I didn't even bother to clean up my face. I started the car. I knew exactly where I was going.

I thought this hour drive was goin me some good, but it ain't do shit. That just shows me how broken and bruised I am physically and emotionally.

I hesitated to get out the car because I know the speech I'm about to get from his short ass.

1990

"You need to get away from him before he really hurts your ass Daj."

We stood outside the recording studio as the rest of the guys continued to work. I guess I didn't put enough make up on because Eric clearly saw the the dark purple marks that decorated my caramel skin.

"He's gonna change. I know he is," I reasoned "plus, you need to mind your business. I'm good E.

"Who the hell are you tryna convince Dejah, me or you?" He stressed.

I just rolled my eyes, ignoring the question. Shit, who am I tryna convince?

The door to the studio opened and Dre's head popped out.

Damn.

"Yo E- what you doing here Dejah?" He rose a brow.

I laughed nervously,"I just came to see what you was up to babe. It looks like y'all busy, so I'll go."

"Ight, yeah," he looked me up and down "you gotta lay this verse down E." Dre went back in and shut the door .

"Remember what I said , Dejah." Eric turned to leave after.