“Then what is this about? And would you please not call Maria the help?” Emma flared up.
“Well then, what is she? Don’t you dare lie to me, Emma! I know your grandmother is dead and she is certainly not your mother so who the heck is she if not your help?”
Emma struggled out of John’s hold and flared at him as she rubbed her arm which was already stinging.
“Yes, Maria works for my family but she helped raise me and she is far from being the help. She loves me and I love her so will you please stop this?”
John scoffed and he glared at Emma. Emma gasped as she moved back. She could see anger in his eyes, greater than she had ever seen and she was feeling very scared.
“You haven’t answered all my questions yet, bitch. Now, tell me why the help would come to your graduation rather than your grandfather? Where the heck is the old man?”
“Why are you so concerned about my grandfather?” Emma asked quietly.
“Don’t you dare ask me any questions! I do the asking!” John shouted and he slammed his hand against the wall. Emma gulped and moved back again but the back of her legs hit the edge of the bed. “Now tell me bitch, why was your grandfather not present at his only grandchild’s graduation?”
Emma sighed and she said, “Gramps disowned me when he found out I was pregnant and...”
“What the fuck? Want do you mean he disowned you? Like he cut you off, you don’t get his estate? Be more clear, girl!” John shouted.
“He’s refusing to speak to me, John. He’s mad and he’s not going to forgive me. He said he no longer has a granddaughter. So, I have to live with it. It hurts so much and I miss him.”
“So you have no fortune to inherit? He disinherited you? You are worth nothing? How dare you lie to me?” John fumed.
“What are you talking about, John? I never lied to you!” a confused Emma said.
“How dare you talk back to me, you poor bitch?” John snapped. He slapped her and she fell on the bed. She struggled to sit and drew back on the bed.
John sat beside the bed, glaring at her with flaming eyes.
“So you are worth nothing you bitch? Heck, what have I been wasting my time doing all this time, huh?”
“You are with me because you love our babies, John. What’s gotten into you?” Emma’s blue eyes shone with fear.
John held her neck and Emma struggled for breath. “You bitch, do you think I care about those brats you’re carrying? You can all die for all I care! Maybe I should just kill you three now!”
John kept strangling her and Emma gasping for breath, used all her strength to grab her bedside lamp. Swinging, she broke it on John’s head. John gasped as he jumped back, his hand on his head. Emma hurried off the bed, wondering how she even had the strength to move so quickly.
“Get out now, John. I don’t want to ever see you again! Get out of our lives!”
“You bitch!” he tried to go after her again but Emma struggled to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. She wielded it in front of her and she dared him to come closer.
John raised his hands in surrender and his mouth twisted into an evil smile. “You know what? There is no point staining my hands with your blood, you bitch. I got nothing to do here. Thanks for freeing me because now I don’t have to be stuck to you because of your stupid family money.”
“Oh really? So you were with me all because you thought you were going to get some money? Well look who turned out to be a fool,” Emma said bitterly.
“How dare you...”
“Don’t you dare, John! Get out now. I don’t need you and our kids do not need you either. Now get out!”
“Fine but like I said, I don’t need a bitch like you. I’ll see you never again.”
As soon as he was out the door, Emma hurried to it and locked in the bolts. Her hands trembled as she dialed Carrie.
“Carrie? Please, I need you now. I need to get out of this place, and I hope it’s okay with your parents if I come over, I just need a place to stay till I pull myself together.”
“I’ll be there ASAP.”
Emma turned to her apartment. She had a lot of packing to do. She had surprised herself with her defiance and her action towards John, but it had to be done. The time had come for her to stand up for herself and her babies. Where the strength had done from, she did not know but never again would she let him hurt her. She was done. She had her babies to protect. It was better for her kids not to have a father than have John for one. She refused to settle for less or beg him anymore. She was done loving him. It was time to love herself.
