A Second Chance

I’ve done it before... I promised I wouldn’t... I tried it every way before. This time I thought it would be different.

Five months after our first meeting I’m slipping out of his bed just when dawn hit. The top of my gown was soaked from tears. I couldn’t cry until he climbed on top of me and began to insert himself in me. I couldn’t stop the tears from coming down my face he finally stopped when I became so dry it hurt.

I was careful not to wake him. I layed silent and motionless waiting for the perfect moment to get out of His bed without him suspecting that I was leaving. I left my panties underneath the flat sheet. I slid out of his bed with not one mattress squeak. I pretended to go to the bathroom.

I couldn’t breathe until I found my keys on the mantel in his den.

I was sick from night the before. I told him I couldn’t drink anymore because I felt sick. He insisted I at least finish my wine. I poured it out and came to sit beside him. I could tell he was agitated but I had no idea what was going to come next. He sent me to the store for cigarettes. I came back and we went to bed. A few hours later he woke up and went to the bathroom.

He came back in the room flipped on the lights. And told me to get the fuck up. His fists were balled up. But instead of hitting me with his fists he tagged me in the stomach with the pack of cigarettes I had bought for him earlier at the store. I never seen his eyes that way before, I never heard that in his voice before. I was scared. I was terrified. The moment we got down to the hallway to the kitchen I ran. I couldn’t stop myself I ran for my life. He caught me halfway to the next door neighbors house. I looked over my shoulder and I saw his two fingers barely touch the back of my arm. He made me lose my balance I fell. Immediately I knew I was hurt. I cried for help. He picked me up and put me on my feet. I started to limp, he yelled at me to not limp and walk on my fractured ankle. We got back in the house and for three hours he interrogated me. He called me everything from a slow bitch to pussy ass hoe. He screamed “ You made me lose my babymomma.” “ I’ll bash your head into this AC, “ I’ll slap you across this face with the fucken TV” I was in disbelief. He screamed “Your not better than anyone else.”

Five hours earlier, we were in love. He turned to me and told me I was the one. I finally found him. It was a whirlwind romance. He did everything right, said everything right. I was so relieved I felt like God gave me a second chance.

After he calmed down after threatening to kill me and throw my body in the woods he sat in the chair and told me he was GOD.

He turned on Gospel music as we sat on the sofa, with my foot extended to stop the swelling. My foot and ankle was double the size. I couldn’t walk I could ran. I silently prayed. I knew at that time I wasn’t getting out of this one alive. He began to cry.

I couldn’t cry, I knew my life was in danger and I couldn’t cry, I couldn’t beg all I could do was sit silently on the sofa as he screamed at me and punched the wall and sofa top inches from my head. Asking me over and over again what did the message say that the girl sent him. “What did she say,” he asked me? Keep that p**** warm for me.

After we listened to music he asked me if I was still his woman. I said yes. Then we walked to his bedroom and got in bed he kissed me and made love to my quivering stiff body until I was to dry it hurt.

I’m never online date again!