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“Kiss my ass and leave me the fuck alone. Do you seriously think I would give you another chance? What is wrong with you? My mental can’t take dealing with you on a relationship level. Pinkie is probably somewhere smiling with them fucked edges. I can’t waste another second on either of you.”

She hit the button for the nurse to bring the baby and the paperwork. It didn’t take us long to agree on a name. Instead of my old-fashioned name of Olivia, we agreed on Reign. I was able to have a few more moments with the baby before Summer asked me to leave.

The hardest thing to do was to hand my baby over to the love of my life and walk out the door. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I was supposed to be there when she had the baby. My mama wasn’t picking up her phone. LJ had hit my phone and told me to come by before I went home.

“You look sick, my nigga. Didn’t I tell you this shit was going to happen though?” LJ passed me the blunt as we sat on his back porch.

“I don’t want to hear that shit right now.”

“Nah, nigga you need to hear it. What the fuck made you take your ass over there? Not once but twice? The pussy was that good that it almost made you have a heart attack. Was it worth it?” LJ asked with seriousness.

“No, it wasn’t worth it. I don’t need you beating me up for this shit. Summer already giving me her ass to kiss.”

“And she should. You better be lucky she didn’t kill you. That girl loves the fuck out of you. She pretty much gave you her heart in your hand, and you fucked it up again, nigga. Again?”

“I’m about to be out. I got to get the baby room and shit together.”

“What you plan on doing when she comes home in the next few days?”

“Shit, I haven’t thought about it.”

“As much as I hate to say this shit, you know you always got a room here.”

I dapped him up and left to go get the house together for the baby. Summer and the baby could have the house. If I needed to move out in order to keep the peace, I was willing to do whatever to keep Summer happy.

43. PINKIE

“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.