"You better NOT say a Thing"

Just another day

I laid there and thought about our conversation. I was so confused about everything.

The next day we went home. Chris started acting funny. He just wasn't being himself. I know him like the back of my hand. So I kept questioning everything. He saw that I was also being distant. Then it got silent. Out of the blue, he grabbed my arm while I walked away. He yanked me so hard that my shoulder could have been popped out of its socket. I turned around and he started choking me, I could not breathe and my eyes started watering. He has never laid a hand on me, so I was shocked. I was shaking and then I asked him why was he hitting me and he told me to never speak to his sister again. That's when I knew something was up. This made me think very hard about what she had told me. I wanted to pack my bags and leave but then I had to think about everything. I know I might have been dumb for staying but he was my heart. And I thought that it would never happen again. Maybe he was trying to protect me. As the day goes by, I sit and wonder what could have possibly happened for them to act the way they were. Chris fell asleep and I grabbed his phone. Knowing him, he wasn't secretive with me so he shared his password. As I was looking through his phone, I didn't find a damn thing. But another phone started ringing and it damn sure wasn't mine. He had another phone in his pocket. Those little flip joints. I was beyond pissed. Now I had to figure out how to get that one. The next day I woke up before Chris and made breakfast. He knows that I only make breakfast for him on the weekends because my work schedule is crazy. So I threw on some lingerie, made potatoes and onions, eggs, sausages and French toast. I thought if I get sexy and feed my man, it'll distract him from paying me any mind. I told him while he was eating, I would be upstairs getting everything organized for him.

I went upstairs and searched hell and back for that damn phone. I'm beyond annoyed. Like where could it be and why was it such a huge secret? I've looked through the whole room and couldn't find it. I knew that I had to hurry up because he wouldn't take long to eat. Something told me to check his work clothes area. I searched his pants pockets, jacket pockets and found nothing. But then I heard a little vibration. It was coming from his work boots. So I rushed quickly to the shoes. And this NIGGA had 4 other phones. I just grabbed his boot and took it to him. I confronted him about them and his response was " man, why tf are you looking through my shit?" And to be honest I wanted to tell him because he was acting suspicious and his sister warned me. But he probably would have went over there to beat her ass too. So I just told him that I was changing into my sexy clothes and his boot was ringing. I know it sounds funny saying that but I was 100 percent dead ass. He smacked the boot out of my hand and immediately pushed me to the floor. He punched me several times in my face and kicked me in my stomach twice. I was so hurt to the point where I had to go to the hospital.

When I arrived, they were questioning me on what happened and I couldn't tell them the truth. I told them that I was jumped. Chris came rushing into the hospital room crying like he didn't just mortal combat me. It was his fault that I was laying there. I'm in so much pain. But the nurse came in and told me that they would give me some time to be with my husband and when they come back they'll do a follow up. The nurse left and Chris told me if I was to tell them what had happened, he would kill me.

I felt like I had peed on myself so I asked the nurses to pull my cover off of me. I was in so much pain that I wasn't able to. There was so much blood and it just made me cry. The nurse told me that I was pregnant and that she was sorry for my loss. I was devastated. That explained why I was having those excruciating headaches. I went straight into depress mode. I didn't know that I was pregnant so I couldn't wrap my head around it. Like Chris really just beat the crap out of me and killed our child. How could I ever forgive him?