Malita grew up in a group home since the age of 5. Once her father left her mother her mother gave her up because she no longer wanted her. Malita went through her life feeling unloved and unwanted. Her scapegoat was going to college soon as she gra...
I wake up in this nice comfy bed, more comfortable than the one that I had at I guess old house. I get up and walk to the window and stair at the view-his huge backyard with his gigantic pool with a waterfall. There are knocks on the door then I hear it open. "Excuse me Ms. Jameson Mr. Anoa'i wanted me to come and tell you breakfast is ready."
I turn around and it a woman in a maid uniform oh great he has workers in his home too. "Okay, I'll be down in a few."
I take a few breaths and went to go in my suitcases which was place in the closet. Let me tell you this closet is like another room in itself, walking in close were hung up and organized. Did he really hang all my clothes up too? I do not want to be here I do not care how big and nice his house is. I put on some sweats and a shirt. The woman was still waiting by the door, "What are you my escort?"
"He wanted to make sure you come."
"Okay." I follow her.
"You are the first women in a while he has brought to his house, you must really mean something to him." she looks at me and smiles. She notices my belly, "Oh that is why. Congratulations."
I know I am going to have to get used to hearing that but I don't think Joe is going to allow me to leave this damn house. We get to the kitchen and Joe is coming. "Mr. Anoa'i Ms. Jameson-"
"Please call me Malita." I correct her I hate that last name
"Malita is here." She announces
Joe turns with a plate in His hands, "Good morning hope you slept good."
"Good morning." I said
We sit down, I pull out my phone to text Stephanie. He Don't look so happy he gives me this look.
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Then he snatches the phone out my hands and places it in his pocket.
"Asshole."
"It's rude to be on your phone while we are having breakfast. You'll get it back when we are done. There is something I need to tell you, I was going to wait but, with you having my kids and all I don't think this could wait."
"What now?" I sit back in my chair.
"Eat."
"I'm not really hungry Joe."
He pushes the food in front of me, "Feed my damn kids Malita."
I pick up the fork and pick at the waffles. "We were getting married. Our children deserve to grow up with married parents-"
"Even if it's is forced?" He did not like that. His first balled up. I got scared, "Okay-marriage it is. Happy?"
"Very, you would be to if you obey me." He loosens his fist and smiles. "This can work out Malita you we just have to work on your attitude."
I don't speak I don't want to say anything to tick him off. I eat what I can and I went back to My room. I cried in the shower and lie back on the bed. I stare at my belly, "This is ya fault. Stupid stupid and stupid." I hit my stomach angrily.
Next thing Joe busts in the room angrily grabs my throat pulling me out the bed, "If you ever hurt my fucking children or try to kill them again!" Tightening his grip. "I saw you on camera so don't deny it!"
Choking, "Sorry! I...... can't breathe."
He loosens his grip letting me go, he kisses my forehead, "don't ever do that again."
"Sorry."
He leaves. I bawl out crying uncontrollably sitting on the bed. I hate my life!
