Takingthe clothes from the dryer, I took them over to the folding table to begin folding them when I felt a sharp pain run through my abdomen. I dropped the basket as the clothes spilled onto the floor.
“Mmmm,” I groaned quietly, trying not to cry out for Damien to hear me.
He was in his man cave with his demonic crew, smoking and drinking at eleven o’clock in the damn morning, after literally sexually assaulting me two days ago.
After Truce left, Damien, the demon, came storming into our bedroom, and I already knew what was going to happen to me before I even came in the house.
He pushed the door open with force, and I jumped from the bed, trying to run to the en suite bathroom before he could get to me. I wasn't quick enough as he ran across the room and jumped over the king-sized bed with the agility of a lion, catching me before I could get to the door. I always ran my stupid ass to the bathroom. That shit proved unsuccessful the last time I tried.
Damien yanked me by my hair, and I felt myself crashing to the floor.
“No! Dame, please!”
“Shut the fuck up!” he yelled, delivering a hard kick to my stomach. I screamed and curled into a fetal position. “You fucked my brother, Jela? Huh?”
“No!”
“But you want to, don’t you, bitch?”
“No, Dame! Please, don’t do this!”
“Nah, you asked for this. Questioning me like you don’t know what the fuck I’d do to you. Nobody is going to save you, J. You keep crying out to my fucking family, and they are never going to save you, you dumb-ass bitch!”
Just hearing the evilness in his tone had me pleading to God that he’d just kill me and take me away from this monster. But then I thought of my baby and couldn’t see myself leaving her to be raised by this man or his neglectful family.
Damien may not hurt her, but he’d control her just as he was controlling me. I couldn’t let that happen, so while I wanted to die to get away from him, it wasn't an option since I knew Scottlyn needed me.
“Get the fuck up!”
He snatched me from the floor, bending me over the bed. I fought to get away from him, but his big arm on my back stopped any movement. I couldn’t do anything but accept what was about to happen.
He yanked at my jeans, tearing them until I felt air on my skin. My panties went next, and after a few seconds, I felt his dick ramming inside of me.
“Owww! Daaame! Please, stooop!”
“My dick ain't good enough for you, J? You want my brother’s dick instead?”
“Noooo!” I cried.
“You lying-ass bitch. That's why I’ma let him fuck you. We used to tag-team hos all the time. Yo’ ho ass ain’t no exception!”
I gave up trying to fight against him and just let him to take his anger out on me. I knew he was mad about his brother coming to my defense, and because he wasn't man enough to fight his brother, he took it out on me.
The next day, he came with flowers, gifts, and a sorry-ass apology that I half-heartedly accepted. I was done with Damien’s shit. I was going to find my way back to my family and leave his lying, cheating, abusing, dog ass alone.
Taking a few deep breaths, the pain calmed, and I proceeded to pick up the clothes from the floor. The doorbell sounded, and I pulled my phone from my pajama pants pocket to pull up the video camera. I could see Neveah standing on the porch and frowned. It wasn't uncommon for his family to visit, but they came very few and far between, and only to see Scottlyn. Seeing as though she was at her grandmother’s house until I went to get her later, I was confused about her presence here.
“J, go let my cousin in!” I heard Damien yell over the intercom.
I rolled my eyes and took the elevator up to answer the door. When I opened it, she smiled at me and wrapped her arms around me. I tensed because this was different.
“Hey, Jela! It's good to see you.”
“Uh… hey. Your cousin is in the basement.”
“Okay, but I wanted to kick it with you first, if that's okay.”
“Um, yeah… sure. Come on in.” I moved to the side to allow her entry.
