A Thick Girls Love (Unedited)

Chapter 22

Amira's P.O.V.

Two Months Later

Things have been crazy lately.

Me and Travon ate having no luck tracing our parents. Our foster mother and Travis aren't helping- scratch that. They won't help us.

Avant is dating someone, I have not gotton the chance to meet her yet. He is staying in a nice four bedroom condo, and out of trouble.

Domunqie and Kevin are expecting. Not graduation or prom dress. No hunty, there expecting a kid maybe kids. I'm going to be a god mother!

Mama is sadly in the hospital, she needs to kidney transplant, her surgery is going to happen soon though.

As for Da'vonte were not so good at the moment.

He is always coming home late because of "work" these past four months.

He comes home smelling like weed and acholol with a very faint smell of perfume. When we were swimming last week, he had scratch marks all over his back.

You wanna know what he said? Nothing! He acted as though I never asked him that question.

We don't even sleep with each other anymore. No not in the sexual way. Nasties. Team Virgin. He will sleep in the guest room or fall asleep on the couch or in his office.

I really don't know what has happened to us. Maybe it's beacuse I haven't given myself to him yet. We've been together for almost ten months now.

A man does have needs. Most of the time Da'vonte is just taking care of me sexually, but don't want to give myself to him to make him happier. I want us to do it out of love.

I tired to give him head once, but I was so bad at it. He was stoned face the whole time. Not a moan or a groan, nothing! Couldn't even pretend like he liked it or guided me through it. I will never embarrass myself like that again.

The worse part is how controlling he has gotten. I wanted to het a job, and he shreaded up all my applications. His reason. He doesn't want me working because he can take care of me.

I signed and flipped the last pancake. I set up the table, and called Da'vonte down.

He told be thank you for the food and began to make his plate. I sat there just watching him eat. I feel like I am in a loveless marriage.

"I wanna break up Da'vonte."

It became dead quite. I swear I heard the neighbours shower next door.

Da'vonte let out a small chuckle "Your joking right?"

I swear on my ass he doesn't take me seriously.

"No I'm not! You're always coming gone late, you don't take me seriously."

"What do you want me to do stop working?"

"No! Come home earlier. Stop coming back smelling of a female's perfum with scratch marks all over your back. How would you like it if I cheated on you?"

"You know I'm not cheating so why all this bs so early in the morning Amira? Fuck this!"

He got up from the table, and began to walk away from me.

"Da'vonte! Don't walk away from me!"

I grabbed his arm and pulled him back. He roughly shoved me causing me to fall on the ground. He  grabbed his car keys and left.

I just layed there and cried my eyes out.

Da'vonte's P.O.V.

>>>Six Hours Later

I didn't mean to react that way with Amira ya'll.

I jus snapped, I did not mean to push her like that.

I'm coming home later now a days because of work. People are stealing, new deals, stocking problems. I'm a busy man.

As for the female perfume I really can't explain that without y'all cursing me out. I got head a couple times at work. I haven't had sex in almost ten months. Sometimes I need a release, like once or twice a week...or more.

I don't want Amira giving me oral sex. I'm just like the idea of Amora doing sexual acts. She wants to remain a virgin until marriage, I don't want my needs to get in the way of her purity.

As for the scratch marks on my back. There more of bruises. It was a drug deal gone wrong. I fell along a brick wall. The back of my sweat shirt got ripped, causing certain areas of my back to get scratch marks.

When I got back to house it was almost four p.m. I got some roses for Amira, I know it won't make up for everything.

I entered the house.

My mother was in the living room with Amira crying her eyes out on her lap.

I turned around bout to leave

”Da'vonte bring ya ass in here!”

Fml

I turned around and walked back into the living room. My mom was standing up she had a spiked belt in one hand, charger cord in the other.

” Pick one.”

I took off running. I didn't make it very far cause I tripped on the loose end of a rug.

” You gonna learn today! What demon told you it was alright to push Amira.”

I didn't answer

My mom started to whop me with the belt. I got up and almost ram, when she tripped me

” You should know better than to run away.” She said slapping me

” Mama I'm sorry.” I said sniffling

” SORRY MY ASS!”

I took this as my que to leave. This time I didn't trip. My mom chased me around the house yelling profanity, throwing anything she could get her hands on, and besting the crap out of me. With her hands, the belt and charger.

” Apologize!” My mother yelled tugging on my ear

”I-I'm s-sorry Amira.” I struttred crying

” Amira go pack your bags.” My kom order

Amira got up and went upstairs.

Before I could ask where my mother was taking her, she answered my question.

” Amira is staying with me for the next couple of months until you get your act together. You can come and.see her twice a week. ”

” But mama-”

” Don't but mama me nothing. Losing the best thing that ever happened to you is gonna make you straighten up! I can't believe you, just like ya daddy. God rest his soul.”

My mama let out a deep breath and shock her head.

Amira came down the stairs with three suit cases.

She didn't spare me a second glance as she left our house