Chapter 43
“Get up bitch,” Heavy snatched me by my shirt and threw me up against the wall. “What nigga you had in my house while I was gone?”
Since he forced his way into my house, he got used to calling my shit, his. He went on a long business trip which gave me time to spend with Law. Because my doors were custom, I couldn’t just get the locks changed. I had to go through a bunch of hoops to get the shit changed.
“Get the fuck up off the floor and come suck my dick, you dirty bitch! The only reason I’m here is to show you what it feels like to live in hell. I lost everything because of you.”
Heavy stripped out of his pants and walked right up to me slapping me with his limp meat. My stomach was weak because I could smell the scent of fecal. He couldn’t even wash the shit off his dick.
“Open your mouth.” He gripped the side of my face and rammed his dirty dick in my mouth. I gagged as the taste of shit hit my tongue. “Don’t throw up on my shit. I went home and fucked my wife in the ass for the first time. I want you to taste the shit since you had so much to say to her.”
The conversation came back to me. Tears started flowing down my face as I tried my best to focus on making him cum so he could move. After twenty minutes, he pushed me away and ejaculated all over my face and hair.
“Get the fuck up and go clean yourself up.”
Heavy beat my ass damn near every day. A slap here.
A punch there. My walls had so many holes in them from him either pushing me into them or him ramming my head against the wall.
I tried to escape before he left but I had nowhere to go.
I had crossed so many muthafuckas that I didn’t have anyone to help me.
The ones that did come to mind, my pride was too big to go and beg.
I brushed my teeth and took a shower. My face was getting better from what Summer did but Heavy came and fucked that up again.
He knew someone was here because he had cameras watching the outside of my house.
He was making my life hell and I wanted out.
This past few weeks was probably the most peace I had since he’s been here.
I was able to get out and go to my club to get some work done.
Now that he was back, it was back to working half days before he demanded that I get home.
Slipping the lace front off I washed my hair and put it up in a ponytail. I put on some clothes and thought that I was going to be able to get out the door before he noticed.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to the club. Someone wants to rent it out.” I put a pair of shades on my bruised face.
“You got an hour. If you’re not back, you do know I’ll come up there.”
“I know, Heavy.”
When I made it to the first stop, I broke down crying.
He had humiliated me for the last time. If he wanted me to see what it feels like, now I know.
It doesn’t feel good at all. Heavy finally broke my ass down.
This was the lowest I had ever felt. While I showered, I thought about just swallowing some pills but knowing him, he would’ve beat the shit out of me until I threw them bitches up.
I was too pretty to be pulling the trigger of a gun.
My last option was to try and run away. I had the money to do but no plan. Heavy money was longer than mine and it would take him no time to find me. Whatever I came up with, I had to be smart. My first stop was the club.
“Pinkie, you okay?” My club manager asked.
“I’m fine. If anyone comes looking for me, tell them I’m busy.”
I went into my office and cleared out my safe.
When you were a woman like myself, you couldn’t just go to someone and tell them you needed help because a nigga would leave you alone.
Everyone knew who I was and they knew I was wanted by every nigga in the city.
I was a side bitch. They would take me for a joke and laugh in my face.
“Listen to me,” I told my manager. “I’m going to be gone for a little while. Don’t tell anybody shit. I’ll still be available by phone and email. If someone asks, yes you saw me today but no, you don’t know where the fuck I’m at. Are we clear?”
“Yes ma’am. Can I help in any way?”
“Just do what I asked.”