Lost Ones

Chapter Five

𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚂𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜

  The sun was shining though my curtains on this early Wednesday morning. I sighed before turning over and placing the pillow over my head. Finally noticing that the other side of my bed was empty, I snatched the pillow from over my head looking around the well decorated room.

"Benji?" I called out. I soon heard the toilet flush in the bathroom across the hall from my room realizing that he must have got up to use the restroom.

Benji and I have been on and off for a little over a two years now. I wouldn't say we had a stable relationship or a relationship at all for the matter. When I first met Benji he was a sweetheart, so honest and even a gentleman. That all changed when he started hanging with Syd's crew. When Benji started being around them it was like he changed. He stopped doing everything that he was supposed to do to keep me happy. No good morning texts, pop ups, gifts, even emotional support. It was just occasional sex for us. Keyword was.

About three months ago, word had got out around Memphis that Benji had got a young girl pregnant. They claim she was a senior in high school and true or not, Benji being accused of something like that didn't sit right with me.

"I'm finna head out of here," he anxiously said as he barged into the room with his hands stuffed in his pants. I didn't mutter a word, I just continued to lay there not wanting to get up.

"What the fuck wrong with you now?" He asked angrily before plopping down on the bed to put on his shoes.

"Why it gotta be something wrong? It is early you know, some people don't like talking in the morning." I moved my hands around the bed searching for my phone to check the time.

"But you be up talking to them niggas, laughing and AKEE-KEEING and shit when I'm not around," he responded obviously trying to start up an argument between us. I found my phone under one of the many pillows on my bed. I glanced at the time noticing I had a hour and a half before I had to get ready for Nelle's doctor's appointment.

"I don't see how the niggas I talk to got anything to do with you Benjamin," I annoyingly said rolling my eyes. "You not my nigga." Before I could even get the last word out of mouth he managed to punch me directly in my eye.

"WHAT THE FUCK," I reacted in pain as I screamed to the top of my lungs holding my eye.

"Bitch every time you say something dumb I'm blacking yo eye EVERY TIME!" He yelled standing up from the bed, pulling his hoodie over his stomach. "You done lost yo goddamn mind! You my bitch until I say otherwise. Fuck wrong with you."

"Get the fuck out!" I screamed hopping up from the bed, now heated. Benji had never put his hands on me before like this, the most he had ever did was push me or choke me but never has he punched me.

I reached into my nightstand grabbing my taser quickly turning it off safety. "Get the fuck out before I call the police."

"Taze me if you want Alana and imma really beat yo ass," He stood up over me smacking the taser out of my hand. It flew to the other side of the room as I immediately began to charge at him hitting him wherever I could. I didn't care if I was losing or if my hits weren't connecting, I just wanted him out of my house and away from me.

His fist connected with my cheek once more, making me fall to the ground and burst into more tears.

"Dumb Bitch!" he spat before his size 12 timberland boot connected with my side. I yelled out in pain as I balled myself into a ball preparing myself for anymore hits. "Clean yourself up and when I call you better answer." And with that he stormed out of the house without looking back.