I Know You Can't Speak

Vince's Violence.

I had spent so much time with Vince that he had convinced me to leave Deja's house and move in with him. Him and Black had got evicted and he had got an apartment on his own. I helped him decorate it and was there so much so that he never wanted me to leave. Literally.

"Why you gotta go home?" He asked one day as I got up to leave.

"Cus I been here for a week straight. You don't want space?" I asked him, hoping he'd say no. Truth was, I didn't want to give him space. I loved his company. I loved being around him. He made me feel so loved and wanted and catered to my every need. I even let him take my virginity and it was so romantic. He erased every bad memory that I had of my brother and every time that we made love it was passionate.

"You know ion want no damn space. I want you here with me all the time" he said as he got out of bed. Seconds later he returned in the room with a key.

"What's this?" I asked as if I didn't know what a damn key looked like.

"It's yours. I want you to move in with me." He told me as he put his arms around my waist.

"You sure?" I asked him as I smiled.

"I gave you a key didn't I? How sure do you need me to be?" He said as he laughed.

"Well I'll be home later. I gotta go get my clothes & stuff" I told him happily putting an emphasis on home, liking how the word home sounded rolling off my tongue to him.

When I went and told Deja what was taking place, she quickly disagreed.

"Jas you sure? I know you love him and all but living with a nigga ain't all it's cracked up to be!" She told me matter of factly.

"I'm always there anyway. I don't wanna keep crowding up your space." I said empathetically. She begged me to stay with her and now I was regretting it.

I checked the mirror one last time, making sure the make up was covering my fresh black eye that Vince had just given me the night before. As soon as I moved in, Vince did a whole 160, turning into a person I never knew. He treated me like I was his child. He controlled everything I did. He controlled everything I wore and gave me a curfew to be in the house. He went through my phone every time I came home. He called me out my name, bruised my ego and made me feel like he was the only one who loved me. Lastnight's episode came from me not having dinner done when he was ready for it to be done. I cringed as I began to have flashbacks.

"Bitch why isn't my food done yet?" He asked as he walked in the house, dropping his keys on the front table and walking into the kitchen where I was.

"I'm sorry, I took a nap and overslept baby" I answered nervously.

"So because you overslept I gotta be hungry?" He asked as he continued to walk towards me.

"I'm almost done" I told him timidly. I was frying chicken and still had to make the sides.

"You ain't almost done shit!" He said as he banged his hands in the counter. "Now hurry the fuck up before I get mad!" He said as he walked in the living room. I cooked as fast as I could and took him his plate when I was done. He snatched it from me.

"Took long enough."

He took a bite out of his chicken and sat the plate down. Before I even saw it coming, he punched me in the eye. Hollering out in pain I fell to the floor in a fetal position as I held my eye.

"This chicken is salty as shit! Next time have my food done and next time season it properly!" He said as he stepped over me. Crying I stood up in time to see him unbuckling his pants.