Tough Love

Am I not good enough?

Why? What did I do to deserve this? I quit my job for him. I keep the house clean and cook for him. Hell, I turned my back on my family for him!!!! And he's cheating on me. I hear the shower cut off. I put the shirt back in the hamper. I walked out the room before Jay could catch me. I go downstairs and think about everything that just happen. What do I do? Do I confront him? Leave him? Or stay? I have no money to my name due to the fact I don't have a job. Jay comes down and stop. "what the hell are you doing?" he yelled. I jumped and said nothing. He looked me up and down. "Well, have you seen my dam phone anywhere?" I pretend like I didn't know where it was. He started looking around the living. Then his phone start to ring in the chair. He walks over there and pull out his phone. Jay answer his phone tell the person that he was on his way. " I'm going out tonight so keep your phone on you. And if I call you better answer" he said and slammed the door behind him. I stared at the door. Did this nigga really just leave?

I had enough of his shit. I only stayed through the beating because I thought he loved me or maybe I actually was in the wrong and deserved he beatings. But he really just left me saying he going out this time of night and I bet it was the bitch that called earlier. I ran upstairs and grabbed my suitcase. I started packing my clothes and other belongings. In the middle of packing my phone rings. It's Jay calling. I look at the call and after ten seconds of staring at it, I decline the call. I start back packing and my phone rings again. I ignore it and continue to pack my things.

After, completely packing my stuff I receive a notification on my phone.

Jay: i know you didn't decline my dam call.................................................

Jay: Liya pick up the fucking phone!!!!!!...................................

Jay: i know you answered my phone Liya...........................

That last text made my heart dropped. If he knew he was coming and he was going to beat me. I grab my things and ran downstairs. I hear a car door closes so I look out the window. I start to shake..............he's back. I head to the back door. I make it to the door and out in time before he sees me. I circle around our house and noticed he left the car running. I start to creep to the car. Then, I hear Jay scream my name out he window looking at me. I run to the car and throw my stuff in. I look up to see him charging at me. I jumped in the car and closed the door in time. He banged on the door window. "When I get my hands on you, I'm going to beat your ass!!!.........You don't have nobody to help." I stared at him through the glass. Tears threaten to fall from my eyes. "Why? Why!! What did I do for you to treat me like this?! I stuck up for you when my family judged and doubted you. I loved you!!!!! Am I not good enough for you??" I screamed.

He started laughing. I looked at him confused but only to be heartbroken by his next statement. "Bitch, I never loved you. I only stayed with you because you're easy to manipulate and do what I say." I stared at him processing what he just told me. Years I wasted loving him......Betraying my family. No freedom.

Angry took over me. I screamed "Fuck you!!!" I put the car in reverse and backed the car up. He ran towards me cursing at me. I put the car in drive and sped off down the round. Tears started to flow down my face as I drove to the nearest ATM. After, twenty minutes of driving I find a ATM. I parked the car and noticed the bastard left his wallet in here. Lucky for me, he left his bank card in there. I walked to the ATM and maxed out his card. That'll teach him. I jumped back in the car and drove to the airport. I purchased a ticket to the one place I knew I could run too. Home. My parents.