Have you ever dreamed about having a romantic life with the person you love? But that person doesn't see the same dream as you. What if that person is just only using you for sex, money, and drugs?
What would you do now?
Will you be broken like Ti...
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Tiffani Lewis
I woke up feeling like crap. I couldn't really open my eyes until I rubbed them. I can feel the crust coming from the corner of my eyes. I jumped out of bed running to the bathroom so I can get ready for the day.
After doing my hygienes and picking out a outfit for today, I put on my outfit and try to cover up the handprint on my neck. I didn't want no one to see the hand print on my neck cause of course they will be asking what happened. I don't want to talk about it or think about it. A man should never put his hands on a woman. Franko was never like that till we moved in together.
I went downstairs to the kitchen so I can make myself some breakfast. I need some coffee or a pancake. I grab my skillet pan and my other pan for the grits. Food was getting ready and I was starting to feel better till the devil appeared again. I look up seeing him dropping the keys on the bar.
"Hope you learn your lessons"he mumble. He came up to me asking for a kiss but I didn't budge. "No kiss from my wife"he smiled.
"I'm good"I whispered.
"You put enough makeup on cause it's hot outside and I don't want your makeup to sweat off"Franko smiled. He think this shit is funny.
"I did"I whispered.
He nod his head smiling. "Good"—"tonight, I want you to wear something sexy cause we having dinner with Damon and his new girl"frank rolled his eyes.
I just couldn't speak at all. I wanted to just yell at him. Do something else to torment his day. But I couldn't do anything.
All of a sudden I felt a strong hand on the back of my neck squeezing hard. "You hear me fucking talking to you!!"Franko yelled.
"Yes"I semi yelled back while crying not wanting it to happen again.
"Then why the fuck you ain't saying nothing!! Huh!! You still thinking about what I done to your ass last night!! Cause I'll do it again!!"he kept yelling. It was hurting my ears so bad. I looked at the pot that was on the stove. I forgot the grits was cooking. He let go of the back of my neck. I quickly grab the pot that had the hot grits in them.
"Franko"I mumble. He turn around towards me getting nothing but hot grits to his face. He screamed so loud while rubbing his face. He open his eyes looking at me.
"You bitch!!"he was bout to charge up to me but I took the pot and hit him in the head with it knocking him out. I drop the pot on the floor and ran out the kitchen. I grabbed my phone, keys, and purse heading out the door.
