BITCH ASS NIGGA 2

Chicken frying on the stove, my feet feel like they’re getting ready to burst because they’re so swollen. My back muscles are balling into fists causing me sever discomfort. I rub my protruding belly smiling, feeling the flutters, and small kicks presented to me by my son. “You hungry lil man, mommy is going to feed you in a minute.” My baby is the only thing that’s keeping me sane in this rotten union called a marriage. I must have fell and bumped my fuckin head marrying this bastard. What the fuck was I thinking? Lord what have I gotten myself into? I ruined my life. My child is the only person who brings me peace, and serenity in this house I call hell. I have to get out, and save the life of my child. But what about the millions we have stashed in the basement?

I hear keys jiggling in the door. Oh no he’s home. Every time I hear that sound, I get a sour feeling in the pit of my stomach, my head starts to throb, and my heart beat speeds up. I can feel my son shift in my uterus, as if he’s preparing to go into battle mode. I can hear his heavy footsteps getting closer. I remain in the same position as if I didn’t see him, continuing to prepare his dinner.  He stands in back of me; I can feel his hot breath on my neck, his hard dick rubbing up against my ass. He turns around to leave; I see something move in the corner of my eye. A crushing blow lands on the side of my head. I drop to the floor like a sack of potatoes, dazed, my head pounding; I go blind for a brief second. He delivers a kick to my kidneys; I fold myself into a fetal position to prevent him from hitting my stomach. I’m lying on my side whimpering like a sick dog. He kicks me in the forehead; my head snaps back and hits the cabinet. Everything fades to black.

I came too still in the fetal position. My body is throbbing, face swollen and cut. I can feel my son’s tiny hand rub the inside of my womb like he’s comforting me. “Oh sweetie I love you so much. It’s going to get better I promise baby.” I pull myself to my feet, dizziness steals me in the face like a Mike Tyson punch but I remain on my feet.

I slowly walk out of the kitchen; the sight of him sitting in front of the 60 in plasma screen TV playing Xbox like aint shit happened ignited a fire within my soul that I didn’t know existed. That’s ok muthafucka you go ahead and play your game. You better enjoy it to because I’m gonna  get ya……………….