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Chapter 23* the beginning of the end

Those next three months were hell.
I lost almost everything.
I was in the process of losing my apartment, I didn't care, I hid the eviction notice.
This was the out I needed.
I would simply swallow my pride, go home and ask my mom if I could come home.

I lost my job, cause Tris showed up there high outta his mind, proceeded to smack me, splitting my lip because he found out I had been hiding the fact I was taking birth control pills from himm
He found the eviction notice.
Oh, fuck!
I was gonna get my head beat in!

He did this in a waiting room full of clients, some of whom had DV situations they had survived, some with PFA orders.
He ain't say a word either just walked up, and backhanded the mess out of me, told me to get my shit and let's go, we had bizness to take care of.
I sat there and said I'd be home later, that I was working right now.
He raised an eyebrow and leaned over my desk.
In an authoritative voice, just over a whisper said, "REALLY bitch, you gone call yaself backtalking to me?
Do you want everyone to see what I'm bout to do? Now get ya shit and let's the fuck go!

Maribelle had no choice really, her hands were tied, and she fired me.
If I had let them call the law, I probably could've kept my job, but then I'd be without my "cope"

I went home, with him, no other choice really as he lived with me now.
I never said he could, he just moved in and I went complacently along.
I didn't dare backtalk him, show aggressiveness, anything that could trigger his short temper.

I'd had more black eyes and broken bones than anyone ever should.
And that day I was in for another ass whipping.

What the hell, I knew he was a dog, but he'd sniffed out my hiding spot, buried a canister of Chock-Full of Nuts Coffee, like he was a bloodhound!

Nic was still in me somewhere, I had placed the pills in the carrying case halfway buried in the grounds!
I thought I was being clever, and a smartass too!
The Chock Full of Nuts to remind me that he was crazy as shit, halfway in the grounds to remind myself that I wasn't buried yet.
The pills themselves to keep me from ever having a lifetime of crazy.
I rolled up the eviction paper and stuffed it in my tampon box.
Here he had my phone tapped, and a spy camera in every smoke detector.
That's how he knew my hiding spots.

In my poetic, tortured soul everytime I downed a pill I thought of how badly I really had fucked up.

I grew despondent, beyond depression, I was just nearing suicidal.
I let what was supposed to be getting some revenge dick, turn into a NSA situation-ship, and that no strings attached arrangement somehow turned into me being tied to him with my addiction.
The very LAST thing I needed was for the ties that bound us to become permanent shackles, because he constantly talked about him getting me pregnant and then getting married.

This was the ultimate betrayal to him.

I paid for it with another set of cracked ribs, four on one side, two on the other.
He took off his belt and literally whipped me, cursing me, wishing death on me for being "a stupid deceitful, whore of a bitch, who couldn't be trusted.

I nearly died that day.

He had collapsed my lung.
That brought the total to ten times he'd broken or cracked my ribs.
He'd also broken my collarbone, my wrist and two of my fingers in that beating and left me in a pool of blood piss and vomit.

I was almost free, almost gave up my mortal coil when my downstairs neighbor, not willing to ignore the screaming any longer, came to my rescue.

He saved my life that day.

He promised me he would never tell my mother, he had kept that promise because I threatened to kill myself.
It was no empty threat either I would have at that point.

I recovered, in Temple Hospital.
I told them I had been beaten by a mob.
They believed me, who would think all my injuries could've came from just one, deranged lunatic of a so called man?
I went home, recovered, the eviction went through.
I had a matter of two months before I would be homeless.

Tris POV

THAT BITCH!

Oh, I'mma put my foot so far up her ass she gonna spit out laces!
She'd been lying to me all these months!
I found her lil stash of birth control pills, in a can of that nutty coffee.
She thinks she's so fucking cute.
My blood boiled.
She ain't want my kid, or me for that matter.
She hid eviction papers from me.

She was about to ghost me, like she ghosted that guy before me;
Oh, right Doc.
Yeah, I know, I know!
How do the fuck I even know about him, cause she neva talked about him to me, not once!
She knew, I'd fuck her lil ass right on up!
I knew, because I made it my bizness to know.
She knew better, then to ever disrespect me like that, and mention his name, or anything that had come before me.
I was who should matter to her, and only me.
I flipped up my collar, grinned crazily, popped another pill, followed by a shot of Jack.
Pimps do that type a shit!

Tuh, I was gonna marry her. I would've given up my bizness for her and as soon as I got her pregnant that's what I planned on doing.
And here as many times as I just took my pussy, ain't strap up, she was preventing me from getting her knocked up.
I honestly ain't think she had that much backbone left, thought I'd stomped it outta her already.

I checked the cameras and found out not even my square bitch was loyal.

Welp, looks like there goes a change of plans, she's just like every other no good whore.
Pretty soon, she'd have no choice but to become part of my stable.
It's been fun breaking her just like all the rest of my mares, even more so because she was a square.

But this shit here, she took it to a whole new level of betrayal and I had to show her once and for all, who the boss is.

Me.

So I got high went to her job and split her lip for her lies, got her fired, took her back to the crib we wouldn't even have much longer.
I tried to once again discipline some sense into her.

But the pure coke I was on, the zannie bars I took, and the Jack I swallowed amped my rage to unprecedented levels!
I damn near killed her.
I really thought she was almost dead.
I left her to die in her own waste!

Its a shame really, she would've made me top dollar as my new bottom hoe.

It was past time to put Sunny out to pasture too while I was at it.
I left Nikki's, went to the hotel and strangled Sunny.
All her stablemates cried for me to stop but I didn't.
I choked her till she gave up the ghost.
They weren't squares they'd take care of her and never dime me out either.

I went back to Nikki's, to finish what I started but the bitch was gone.
Now I felt all types of paranoid, I held my nine and waited in the cut.

Waited to see if she came back to me.
By now she was just as addicted to me as she was to the coke.
She came back.
How stupid could one square bitch be ?