Ours For The Taking

chapter 13: Bed of Lies

(3 MONTHS LATER, NO ONE'S POV)

Nicki and Safaree have been brutally arguing for over 2 hours. This is the most intense fight they've had ever, and this is the end of it.

(NICKI'S POV)

"Safaree you don't understand! You're not listening to me! You are a heartless jerk and you don't deserve my attention! You don't fucking listen to me!"

"Yes the hell I do! Who said I wanted to be here?"

"You did when you married me!"

"I didn't marry you! I married the sweet Onika Tanya Maraj who let me speak and have a role in my life. She wasn't famous.."

"Then why don't we get divorced so you can get out of my life! You would'nt be anywhere without me!"

"Fine! If that's what you want, since everything is about you, we can get divorced. I hate you Nicki! You're such a bitch sometimes!"

I took off my wedding ring and threw it at him. "I hate you more Safaree! Get out of my life and don't come back! Get your tattoos removed, I don't care! I hate you!" I screamed at him.

He ran out, ran past his, well, my Benz that I smashed with a base ball bat just prior from now, and got on one of his motorcycles. I heard the tires squeak and then he was out of site. I shut the door and slid down it, until I hit the floor and cried.

Last week, he claimed I was cheating, when really it was him who was cheating. Now this. After an hour, it felt like my throat was closing. The pain in my heart was so horrible, so I took 3 pain killers. Not dry, I took them with a little wine. And then alittle more pills, and more wine. The 6th dose was with Liquor. My head is throbbing and I can't feel anything. I want my baby to come back. I want my diamond ring back on my left hand.

(MORNING)

I expected to wake up in a hospital. Or not to wake up at all. But i woke up in the same exact spot by the door with the same bottle of liquor. No Safaree. My eyes were puffy and i was having trouble breathing.

I got up and ran to the bathroom, throwing up in the toilet. I sat there, holding my hair back as I threw up and cried at the same time. I laid there on the bathroom floor, crying. My head is still pounding and my stomach feels like shit. I just can't live anymore. Being famous is fun sometimes, but most of the time it's horrible. I honestly don't know what to do right now. So I called my mom.

"Hello Onika." She answered in her Trinidadian accent. "Hi ma. I need someone to talk to.." I say.

"Onika you sound horrible! What's going on?"

"I think Safaree and I are getting divorced."

"What? After 10 years? What happened?"

"Too many fights, mom. He's jealous and doesn't understand. He's always arguing and yelling at me. I don't want to put up with it anymore."

"Well, think about it a little more before you make any decisions, okay? I want you to be happy with the results, Onika."

I smiled. "Thank you mom. I'll call you later."

"Ok. Good bye."

"Bye."

She hung up and I dropped my phone, leaning up against the shower door. I sighed, then groaned. What am I doing? I got up and turned the water on in the bathtub.

I stripped my clothes and got in. After a while of just sitting there, I started thinking if Safaree would come back. If we would be okay and get over this...Or be out of each others lives forever. Maybe if we talk about it, and either make up or end on good terms.

I flashed back into reality and began crying again. I slid down in the tub and until my whole body was underwater. I blew all my breath out so I couldn't breathe. Everything you could imagine was going through my head; I couldn't focus.

I knew what I was trying to do but I changed my mind. I quickly lifted my head out of the water and gasped for air. I wiped the water out of my eyes with my fingers and got out, grabbing my white towel with an "N" on it. Which is right next to Safaree's "S" towel.

I wrapped my towel around me and then ripped Safaree's towel from the rack, letting it hit the floor, then walked out. I got dressed in a tee shirt and sweatpants. The door bell rang and I heard Sherika's voice coming from the speaker. "Girl open this damn door! It's cold!"

I smiled and got up, sliding on my pink slippers. I ran downstairs and unlocked and opened the door. "Girl what the fuck happened?!" she asks, hugging me. "Sherika I feel horrible..." I say as she picks up the empty pill bottle from last night. "What is this?" She yells. "Tell me what happened right now." She pulled me down so I was sitting next to her on the couch. "Where's your ring? You always wear it at home." She notices. "Safaree and I are getting divorced..Maybe."

"What?!"

"I said maybe!"

"Why???!!!"

So I explained to her why, and she cried with me."Nika you gotta talk to him, okay? Promise me you'll talk to him today." She stroked my wet hair.

"Okay, I'll promise. Stay, please? I don't want to be alone again."

"Nic I have to go home, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay." I sigh, "I'll call you after I talk to Safaree."

"Alright baby. See you later." She got up and walked out the door. After she walked out, I locked the door and went upstairs. I picked my phone up and called Safaree.

"Hello? Nicki are you okay?"

"No. Come home so we can talk."

"...Okay. I'll be there in an hour."

"Bye."

"Bye."

I hung up and tossed my phone on the bed. I don't know if I want to talk to him. But I promised Sherika and I want to get it over with.

I paced back and forth, waiting for him.

As soon as I heard the door open, I tensed up. I walked downstairs and saw him sitting on the couch. "Hey." He says. I give him a crooked smile. I sat next to him. "Safaree, I love you but I cant do this anymore."

"I can't eaither."

"So...we're getting divorced?"

"Nic you're making it seem like you want to get divorced."

"I don't it's just...... We've been through this a couple times in the past years and i'm tired."

He took my hand and lifted my head up. "Fine." He said, "We'll get divorced then." We both stood up. "But...Safaree.."

"No. Too late."

Tears started rolling down my face. He just looked at me with a blank stare, like he didn't even notice my life crashing down in front of me. I know better than to look in his eyes. "Get out! Get the fuck out!" I scream. So he did. He left, slamming the door so hard it felt like a earthquake for a second. I can't believe he just did me like this. After everything...

(SAFAREE'S POV)

I don't feel bad. She's always trying to make me feel guilty and it's not gonna work this time.

(NICKI'S POV)

I sat in my studio with my notebook and pen, writing down all my feelings. I started recording it with no hesitation. I had to record it over and over, because i couldn't get halfway through the song without bursting into tears.

Once I was finished, I listened to it and cried. I'm not sure if I'll release it because it's obvious who it's about. I know Safaree doesn't deserve me, and that he's horrible and I should hate him but...We've been married for 10 fucking years. I know everything about this person and I loved and cared about him. My heart is so broken right now.

I turned everything off, and saved the recorded song. I think I'll call it Bed Of Lies.

I went up stairs to my room. Then I called Sherika and told her to come over immediately. When she got here, she laid in bed with me and I told her what happened with...him. His name is forbidden for here on out.

"Nicki everything will be okay. It's alright. Forget about his dumb ass. He's nothing anymore." She told me as i cried on her shoulder. "I can't forget about him. It's impossible."

"Nicki look what he did to you!"

".......You're right Sherika. I don't need him..."

I sat up and got my Mac book. I emailed he who shall not be named "Bed of Lies" and shut my laptop.

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