Unfinished Business

Chapter 6

Ronnie

I walked around the house in my clean boxers, shorts, and tank. It feels so good to be free and home I guess with my family. My daughters Kim and Katrice came to see me. I feel despondent only because I couldn't even see my first grandchild be born. Kim acts as if it doesn't affect her, but I know deep down it does. Kim is the oldest girl, but the middle child and Katrice is the baby girl.

Even though Kamari is six months I still have time to make up. I'm gonna be a good grandfather to my grandkids. I walked around thinking about what my mistake has affected until I reached Val's room. I knocked on her door, waiting for her to allow me in.

"Come in.." She said lowly.

I twisted the knob walking inside to see a king size bed, walk in bathroom, and walk in closet. The room could go for a suite. I walked in taking in all this at once. I can't believe I'm really here, home with my family. I sat on the side of Val's bed as she watched my every move as I inched towards her.

"How you been doing so far?" I asked breaking the awkward silence.

"I'm fine, but I know you have something else on your mind you wouldn't just come ask me that. Tell me." Val persisted.

I shook my head. "Nothing much. I've just missed my family. I'm sorry for everything I've done to you in the past. You know the beating and cursing. I shouldn't have done any of that. I love you so much, but I know my chance is up." I said looking around the room trying to keep myself from breaking down. When reality hits you it really hurts.

I glanced back at Val to see tears rolling down her cheeks. I can't believe I'm making her cry again. I shook my head standing up from the bed.

"I'm sorry. I didn't intend to hurt you again." I said before making my way out of the door.

I went back to my room lying on the bed looking up at the design on the ceiling. Why would she cry? I didn't even say anything to make her cry...

Nicki

I feel so weak and emotional. Why would he hold me hostage for so long. I been told him that we weren't on this level. I just can't. I know who I want and that's Safaree Samuels. If I don't eat I pass out, but when I do eat certain things my stomach can't hold it. I haven't had sex with anybody since a month ago and that was SB, so I know I can't be pregnant. I just need to get to a hospital as soon as possible.

I sat in my tub full of bubbles watching Drake's lips move up and down. I wasn't listening to what he was saying and I really didn't care.

"You hear me?" He said waving the gun in my face, but I just ignored him.

"Ayo ma?" I looked up nodding my head.

"Yeah I uh- I heard you." I said before he drifted back off to talking and I drifted off to thinking about SB not even caring about me and where I was.

I closed my eyes. "Dear God, please please help me father. Get out of this mess. Send me an angel God. Amen." I said a short prayer to myself opening my eyes to see Drake staring at me angrily. I knew what this meant.

I began to turn my head, but it was too late. He slapped me across my face. I dropped my head looking into the bloody water feeling sharp pains in my stomach as I began to hold it. He'd slap me around and beat me as usual, so this wasn't anything new for the past month.

"Don't act like I hurt yo ass sit up!" He yelled feeling like the big bad wolf.

"My sto- stomach, I'm bleeding Drake." I couldn't yell, but I winced in pain.

"You know why you're bleeding." He smirked grabbing his pants.

"Daddy put in work like he did the other nights...." He paused.

"Or like I'm about to do right now." He smirked.

He did rape me, but only because I was too weak to fight back just like right now. He picked me up as I still held my stomach. Drake laid me on the bed kissing my painful body. He was so disgusting.

"No.. please I'm in pain Drake and I'm bleeding!" I tried yelling.

"Shut the fuck up!" He said calmly.

I just squeezed my eyes tightly holding my stomach. A few seconds later I opened my eyes seeing nothing but circles in the open space. I tried moving back, but he held a tight grip on my legs.

"Please stop!" I begged.

"No to shut the fuck up or get yo ass bea-" Before he could finish the closet doors came open and behind the door a man came hitting in the back of his head knocking him out. It all too much for me. Who was watching this disgusting incident happen? How'd they get in here? Why are they helping me? I asked myself before losing consciousness because of how much blood I had lost.