🥀 10

Omniscient

It's been 2 months since Dave and Angel fell apart, and they've both been missing each other like crazy. Neither one of them called or stopped by anymore. They haven't talked since that day.

To fill the void of each other, they kept someone around. Dave kept Millie, and Angel kept Amir.

Millie was this girl Dave was messing with before Angel; It was nothing more than sex. It may have been more for Millie, but not for Dave.

Truly, all Millie wants is Dave's money and only loves what he can do for her. She doesn't support his dreams, and even encourages him to stay in the game and not quit it.

Hell Millie can't even cook. Nor does she clean. But he keeps her around because he wants to get over and fill the void of Angel.

Dave wants to settle down and start a family and get married because he is pushing 30, but every time he was with Millie, all he could think about was Angel. Every time him and Millie had sex, he thought about Angel.

As far as Amir and Angel, everything was good at first. But after two weeks, things started going downhill. At first, Amir was sweet and

charming.

He slowly started to mistreat her and put her down with his words. They argued damn near everyday. They argued about petty things, but what they mostly argued about was sex and why Angel won't 'give it up'.

As the days go by, the urge to to kick Amir out of her life for good becomes stronger and stronger.

Angel has started working on her clothing line for nurses that she thought of one night thinking about the conversation she had with Dave about his gym.

It's basically a line of scrubs that are not only fashionable, but are more comfortable and easier to put on. She hasn't launched it yet though; it's not quite there yet.

Right now, Angel just got home from work and she was drawing up sketches for her line.

Angel

I sat back and smiled, admiring my drawings. I was eager to show someone. I ran downstairs to show Amir. I sat next to him on the couch.

"Amir! Amir, look!" I said excitedly as I shoved the book in his lap. He stayed quiet and continued to look at the television.

"Amir... I'm trying to show yo-" He snatched the book out my hands and threw it into the kitchen.

"Didn't I tell you not to bother me when I'm watching the game? Huh?! Nobody wants to look at those ugly ass drawings Angel! " He yelled in my face.

I just got up and went into the kitchen. I spotted my book and walked over to it. I sighed as I picked it up, dusting it off.

I walked out of the kitchen and dragged my feet upstairs. I quietly shut my bedroom door. I climbed into the bed and sat Indian style. I rested my head on my left fist. Picking up my pencil, I continued to draw.

As I was drawing, droplets fell on the paper. I wiped my eyes, not realizing I was crying.

I'm so tired of going through the same old thing. Why do I continue to stay with him? Why do I continue to love him? I think it's time for me to go to counseling and seek help...

My thoughts were cut off as Amir bust through the door.

"Aye yo, I'm hungry. Go cook me up something to eat." I stared at him. "No."

He looked at me in disbelief. "No?"

"No. I had a long day at work and my feet hurt." I looked back down at my book and continued sketching. I heard footsteps come closer to me.

I felt a tight grip around my neck. "Didn't you hear what I just said?" He tightened his grip. It was becoming hard for me to breathe. I pulled at his fingers, but they weren't budging.

"I didn't ask you what you wanted to do. Now go to that kitchen and fix me something to eat." He said through gritted teeth. Amir snatched me out of the bed and threw me across the room. I hit the wall face first.

I taste metal. I put my hand on my lip and looked at it. There was blood on my hand.

I'm tired of this. I'm fed up.

I turned around while holding my lip and looked at him.

"Amir, I want you to leave." I said sternly. "You want me to what?"

"I want you to leave!" I yelled almost on the verge of tears. He walked up to me and slapped me. I fell to the ground.

He squatted down next to me and picked my head up by my hair. "Who is it? Hm? Who is it that got you this bold? Who you feeling?" He asked looking at me in my eyes.

"Is it that nigga Dave? Hm?" I stayed quiet.

"Answer me!" He yelled. He punched me and spit on me.

He got up and turned his back. I wiped the spit off my face and picked up the lamp that was sitting on the nightstand.

I lifted it up over my head and brought it down on his head, hearing it shader.

Unfortunately, it didn't knock him out. But it did slow him down. He stumbled and hit the wall. Holding his head, he clenched his teeth at the same time.

I picked up my phone that was on the night stand and ran out the room. I ran downstairs, and to the small table by the door.

Where the fuck are my keys? They're usually sitting right here...

I stared to panic because I knew I didn't have a lot of time.

"Angel!" I heard him yell from upstairs.

I ran into the kitchen and hid behind the island. I frantically tapped on my phone and went to my contacts. I couldn't find his number.

Amir must've deleted it while I was sleeping one night. But I memorized his number in case of an emergency.

I heard a door slam upstairs. Amor must be looking for me...

(212) 589-3261 I said in my head as I dialed it. It started ringing.

"Please pick up, please pick up, come on..." I whispered. On the 6th ring, the voice that I hadn't heard in 2 months rang through my ears.

"Hello?" It sounded like he was out of breath.

"Dave Dave I need you're help-" I got cut off.

"Mmm Daddy" I heard somebody moan on the other side of the phone. My heart broke but I quickly shook it off.

"I'm busy right now." He tried to rush me off the phone.

"David please! I asked Amir to leave but he won't-"

"That's not my problem." He hung up.

Tears rushed to my eyes and I put my head down. For some reason, I felt defeated.

I felt someone pull my hair. I held onto their hand as they dragged me out the kitchen. I kicked and screamed.

I felt my legs and back burn as I was being drug across the carpet. They lifted me up and threw me on the couch. I hurried and tried to get off the couch while I was out of their grip, but they caught me and slammed me back into the couch.

They held me down and I felt my pants and panties being ripped off. I started becoming hysterical, knowing what was coming next.

"No... No! Amir please!" I started to fight him. He continued to hold me down.

"Amir please! I'm sorry!"

"Shut the fuck up Angel!" He yelled.

I fought again, but this time he punched me in the back of head. My vision became blurry.

I heard his belt buckle rattle and his pants drop to the ground. I started to sob.

He then laid on my back and held my head down. He shoved his penis inside of me. I felt a sharp piercing pain come up the middle of my back.

He pumped in and out of me fast and deep. It felt like my vagina was ripping. He then whispered the all to familiar words in my ear: "I'm your daddy Angel"

Flashback

12 Years Ago:

Tears fell out of my eyes as my father shoved his penis in and out of me.

"Mmm, I'm your daddy Angel."

He pushed himself deeper into me.

"You way better than yo mama.." He groaned in my ear.

I was silent. This has been happening since I was 6 years old.

I looked up at the ceiling of my room as I heard the bed creak. I then heard footsteps coming down the hall. My mom.

"Mom!" I yelled out.

"Shut up Angel!" He said through gritted teeth.

"Mama! Please! Please help me!" I cried out.

She peeped through the door and looked at my face as my father was on top of me.

"Mom please help..." I reached out my hand to her.

She took her head out and shut the door.

I laid my head back. "Mhm, you daddy's little girl baby" I heard him groan in my ear.

Tears fell out of my eyes. What did I do to deserve this?

Flashback over.

Amir continued to pump in and out of me. My vagina was in excruciating pain, but what hurt most of all was my heart.

I was laying under something wet, but I couldn't look down to see what it was.

I opened my eyes and seen a figure standing in the corner of the room. I tired to focus my eyes on it. It was my mother...

She was just standing there, watching.

"Mommy...." I whispered.

Am I really seeing her or am I just hallucinating?

I closed my eyes. When I opened them, she was gone...

"Ugh, I'm finna cum Angel..." He came inside inside of me. His strokes slowed down and I began to sob.

He flipped me over on my back and put his both of his hands around my neck and applied pressure.

"Ami-" I tried to get out as I scrunched up my face.

I opened my eyes again, looking into his. I saw nothing but rage in them. I crawled at his wrist as he tightened his grip on my neck.

My vision became blurry and I was starting to get weak. I couldn't breathe.

This is a terrible way to die.

I stopped fighting. I didn't have the strength anymore. I began to feel sleepy and my eyelids felt like weights.

I closed my eyes and darkness took over....

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