Love to hate (slowly upgrading and editing)

chapter 5

I was was seething. I walked in the living room to see the men still there.

Ezra was sitting there like nothing happened.  He was sitting in one of the chairs in the living room. They were in my living room watching TV on my flat screen TV.

He didn't even glance up at me. I called Ezra name, but he didn't say anything.

"Ezra" I said standing in front of him, weaving my hand. He still ignored me.

I sat on the living room table facing him. Looking dead at him. He still ignores me, like I'm not even there.

"Everybody get the fuck out" I screamed to the men. They all left, but the man from earlier that asked for the water bottle glanced back at me and he shook his head.

Brandon was in the doorway watching. I got up , walked towards him and picked him up. I took him to my mother.  I asked her could she watch him for me. He walked in her room and I closed the door.

  I went to Ezra's room I seen were he put his clothes. I went to the kitchen and got a few trash bags. I was headed back to Ezra's room, when my mother said she was going to take Brandon to McDonald's and to the park I said OK.

She took my key to my car.

I walked in Ezra's room  and started packing his shit, because you don't treat someone like that, when you supposedly love them. You say you love me. You think I am supposed to believe that when you act like that when you have your people in my house.

I was on the floor putting the last of his shit in one of the trash bags.

Ezra came storming angrily in this room and slammed and locked the door. He was striding towards me. He picked me up by my hands, squeezing my hand in his clenched hands. It hurt like hell. I try pulling away, but he threw me on his bed.

He didn't say a word. He was coming towards me. He climb on top of me. " get the fuck off me Ezra" I screamed. He grabbed both my hands with his death grip. I tried screaming but covered my mouth with a kiss.

He stared unbuttoning my shorts. I was kicking but it seemed not in the right place. His hand started for my underwear. He put his hand in my underwear. Shit, he has me right were he wants me.

I started to scream when he thought he was comfortable.  I was in tears.

"shhhhhh" he said on the side of my face kissing my neck. I couldn't help but relax.

I started to moan when his fingers hit my heat. I couldn't help it he knew how to get me, and he got me.

After  about 2 hours of being pinned under him. He was exhausted.  I was livid, not only at him but at myself. I should have known.

I told him to get his shit and leave.  I told him don't come back.  He got his clothes happily. He left and I was all alone by myself.

I need to get out more. If I stay in this house I will go insane.

I went down stairs, I went to my room to take a shower.  I was livid. He put his hands on my son, then he raped me. I felt disgusted. I scrubbed my whole body multiple times with in the past 2 hours. I was in the shower until 4 o'clock in the afternoon.

When I got out of the shower I didn't feel like myself. I felt dirty. It's like all the people around me uses me, one way or another.

I went in my top dresser drawer to get a out my undergarments.  I put them on, then I put on some yoga pants, then I went put on a tank to match. Once I did that I put on some socks then I put on my air max. 

I got my phone then I put my earphones on, then I went to my Pandora. I put it on a station that will clear my head something up beat, not no hard break bullshit because that will put me in my feelings.