Too Far Gone

I don’t condone violence or hitting women in general, but what happened next was unexpected. Before I knew it, I had choked her, thrown her on the floor, and slapped her. She briefly tried to fight back, but she was no match for me.

Afterwards, she lay there, bleeding and terrified. I could understand her fear, but I couldn’t comprehend why she kept going back to him. At least Keema and I had a history, and for a moment, we shared the prospect of having a child together.

I went to the bathroom to wash my face and cool down. I ended up taking a shower, and when I came out, she was gone. I thought she’d be downstairs, considering her injuries, but when I got there, she wasn’t.

Even in pain, she refused to be around me. I didn’t want her to be afraid of me, hate me, or leave me. I sat on the couch, lost in my thoughts once more.

What the hell had I done? How had we gotten this far? What were we going to do from here? Was it even worth the effort to try? These were all questions I had no answers to, but I needed to find them quickly.

I fucked up. Simple as that, and I had to accept that. I just wasn’t willing to accept the consequences. She’s been my lifeline for the past three years, and I selfishly severed our relationship with infidelity. If only I could go back in time.

I would have spent more time with her, told her how much she meant to me, and definitely wouldn’t have put my hands on her. That made me less of a man. FUCK! It was all too late now.

I went back to put on some clothes and while I was up there, I heard the front door open. I quickly got dressed and went downstairs to see what was going on. I saw the door wide open and the refrigerator open as well. I went to close the refrigerator when I saw her raggedy ass friend Ayana, and I knew she was in the car too.

I had expected her to get out of the car, but she didn’t. Jamira had allies everywhere. She was charming, so it wasn’t difficult for her to make friends. Everyone cared about her and would come to her rescue if she asked. The only person who didn’t was Keema, who was a hater.

Suddenly, Ayana appeared and ran up the stairs. I followed her, wondering what she was doing here.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“Shut up, Chris,” she snapped, scattering around the room and grabbing Mira’s things.

“You came into my house uninvited and started taking things.”

Her footsteps stopped when she reached the glass from the broken mirror on the floor. She looked at the glass, then her eyes shot up at me. Anger flashed in her eyes, and I knew she was ready for a fight.

“You fucking scumbag! You did this to her!”

“Mind your own business, hoe!”

“You weak bitch, you hurt my friend. What kind of man does that to someone they claim to love?”

“You act like I meant to hurt her!”

“You sure as hell didn’t stop either.”

I was at a loss for words, but I stepped closer, and she immediately went back to grabbing things.

“Oh no! Don’t you dare touch me. I fight back.”

“I just told you, I didn’t mean to hurt her.”

She stopped and stood, staring straight into my soul. “Oh yeah, well, when are you going to stop hurting her? You are a poor excuse for a man.”

That one cut me deep. Deeper than anything she had said in the past. Believe me, she had said a lot of reckless things, but that one hit home. I guess because part of me agreed with her.

I had truly messed up. No amount of apologies could fix this.

I had no answer, and Ayana knew that. She knew that nothing I could say would be good enough, so there was no point in me trying to find the right words.

With that knowledge, she stepped closer to me. Only inches away when she finally said, “I hope you rot in hell.” Then she walked out of the room and slammed the door behind her.

That shit left me speechless.