Intimate || Imagines & Unfinished Stories

002 Sold Out Dates | Lil Durk

I remade this chapter because I didn't like the one I made previously. The previous 002 Sold Out Dates chapter will be taken down before this one is posted.

When I returned home I cried for a few hours. I wanted Durk to love me so bad but it was clear that he didn't. I had to leave, I packed my most important things before leaving the house.
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I left the house 3 days ago and I knew he was looking for me. I had blocked him on everything but I've been getting phone calls and text from different numbers. The first day I left the calls were very frequent but as the days went on they've been calling less.

I knew it was Durk, he didn't expect me to leave. He expected me to stay and put up with his bullshit like I always did but I couldn't just think about myself anymore, I had to do what was best for my child.

I still wasn't sure if I was going to keep the baby. What kind of life would it have if it's father was never around? This topic haunted me all the time so I set an appointment at the clinic on 8th just to weigh out my options.

I was staying in a hotel for the time being. I knew he would go to my moms house to see if I was there and knowing her, she would tell him the truth and let him get to me. I didn't want him to be able to get to me, Durk scared the shit out of me.
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"Goodmorning, you're here for counseling correct?"

"Yes. I just want to know how the whole abortion procedure would work. Would it hurt me or the child?"

"That depends, how far along are you?"

"A few weeks."

"How many to be exact?"

"7."

"Okay so no, this procedure wouldn't give any physical pain to anyone involved. You'll definitely be sore afterwards but no pain."
She finally turned to me from typing at her computer
"Can I ask why you're taking the abortion route?"

"It's just not a good time to have a child."
My life was a mess and having a child would complicate things even more.

"It's happens. When would you like to schedule the procedure?"

"Is there anything open tomorrow?"

"Yes. 9:45am okay?"

"Yes."

She handed me a pamphlet about the procedure and how to take care of myself afterwards. I thanked her before leaving.
On the ride home I constantly told myself this was for the best.

I was hurt, I wanted to have a family with him. I thought he wanted this too, I figured that's why we never used protection. I thought he wanted to have a child with me.
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When I arrived back to my room the door was open. I clutched my bag close to me before walking away from the door.
I could smell him.

"Where you going?"
He walked out the room and followed behind me. I picked up my pace so I could catch the elevator that was closing.

The door shut just as I reached it. I rested my head against it and shut my eyes. Durk was too close for me to take a run for the stairs. I was stuck.

I looked at him from the corner of my eye before pushing him and trying to run. He caught me before I could get out the blind spot of the elevator. He threw me over his shoulder and walked us back to the room.

"Put me down or I'll scream."

He roughly threw me on the bed.

"Where the fuck have you been?!"

He had a knee on the bed as he leaned towards my face. He grabbed my face roughly then grabbed my neck.

I gripped his hand with my own two. His grip was so tight around my neck, I tried to claw at him to make him let go.

"You must want to make me fuck you up!"

He loosened his grip so I could breathe but didn't let go. I gasped for air and shut my eyes tightly.

"How you gone leave me and swipe my fucking card to get a room? You dumb or something?"

He yanked my purse from around my body, snapping the strap and emptied it on the bed.

He picked up the pamphlet the doctor gave me. After looking at it for a few seconds I felt his hand go across my face.

My hands instantly went to my face and I rolled over in the bed. Tears sprung from my eyes and I began to sob.

"You hit me."
I sobbed into the mattress of the bed

The entire side of my face was throbbing and stinging. He didn't just hit my cheek, his hand reached from my ear to the side of my mouth.

"You killed my fucking baby?"

I could barely hear him, my ears had started to ring. He yanked my arm making me face him.

"Answer me!"

"No! No I didn't!"

"What the fuck is this then?"

He threw the pamphlet at me.

I couldn't answer him. He wouldn't like my answer and I didn't want to be hit again. He had never hit me, ever, no matter how heated our arguments got.

"Answer me!"
He raised his hand to me again
I sobbed loudly and pushed myself away from him.
"Fuck! I'm not going to hit you!"

He started pacing in front of the bed. He did that for almost five minutes before he left the room completely.