Love Joy

BREAK BREAD

The next morning our hustle continued. I was the first one up and at it. We really had no time to waste, I had to find a connect and fast. I woke the girls up after I got out of the shower and as usual this bitch Felisha wanted to sleep in. I was seriously getting tired of her shit. After they where dressed, we headed out to Coney Island to have breakfast. While sitting in the lobby, the news came on, and one of the stories was that the young lady that was in the car when Marvin was shot and killed, had came out of her coma and was expected to live. Loves face turned completely white.

"Whats wrong Love? Look like you just saw a ghost."

"No. It's all good daddy. I just started to feel a little sick, but I'm okay."

We finished our breakfast and headed to the mall. The girls were going out on the stroll early tonight. The plan was for them to hit the strip and then go to the club. Shit we needed all the money would could get, because it was no telling when I was going to find another plug like the one I had. After shopping, I dropped the girls off and made a few runs around the city trying to see who had the best prices. From the looks of it, I had the best connect in the city. I drove to Lansing, Inkster, shit I almost drove to Chicago, I was that desperate. Around 10 pm, I decided to call it quits and called the girls to let them know that I was on the way to pick them up. They got in looking exhausted and I felt exhausted, so we all agreed that tonight was long enough and decided to head back into the crib.

As usual, Damien asked us to break bread. Meaning to put everything we made that night on the table. I placed my $1200 down, took a shot of my cranberry and Ciroc, and made my way to the bathroom. I could still hear Felisha singing to Xscape (What I need from you is understanding...) and for a hoe, she had a pretty decent voice. Then the music went completely silent. I wiped myself, flushed the toilet, and walked out in the middle of some bullshit.

Damien stood there with this dull, numb look on his face. He always looked mad, but this look was evil to say the least. To this day, I still have no idea what she said to him.

"Bitch I must have STUPID written across my forehead?" he growled.

Felisha laughed, eased her chair back, grabbed her glass of Ciroc, and slung it across the room barely missing Damien like it was as common as eating dinner.

"Nigga I'm tired of yo shit. You ain't nothing with out me bitch. I made you!" she taunted.

Damien wiped the liquor from the side of his face looking as if he wasn't fazed by a damn thing she just said. I turned around to go into the bedroom because I wanted no parts of that ass beating I knew was coming. "Uh un, Love. You stay yo ass right there. I'm about to make an example out of this bitch! Sit yo ass down." he instructed.

Felisha took off running heading for the kitchen. Damien was on her heels. Just as she made it to the kitchen drawer, he pulled the back of her hair and slammed her to the floor.

"Oh bitch, you trying to kill me?"

"Fuck you, Damien! Go ahead. Beat me like the little bitch you are."

Without hesitation Damien drew back and punched the shit out of her. He hit her so hard I swear I felt it. With her mouth and nose all bloody, she just laughed. Either she was use to it, or all that coke and alcohol made her numb. My stomach turned at the sight of all that blood.

"Love! Get yo ass in here." he yelled. I jumped to my feet quick as hell trying to act normal as possible. "Get this crazy bitch out of my face."

I reached down to grab her hand to help her get on her feet, but she yanked away.

"Get up Felisha." I said, grabbing her by the wrist. She rose to her feet and before I knew it, she had the cast iron skillet from the stove in her hands and smacked Damien in the back of the head. His body slumped to the floor.

"Oh shit bitch, what the fuck you just do?"

We ran out of the kitchen to the bedroom. "Grab everything you can, we have to get out of here before he wakes up." said Felisha. It wasn't long before we both realized that he was standing in the bedroom doorway. Without a word being said we both knew that shit was about to get real. Damien reached into his pocket and pulled something out. He walked casually over to Felisha, grabbed her by her weave, pulled her head back and slit her throat.

I have never seen so much blood before in my life. I stood there in shock. I couldn't cry, scream or move. I just stood there. Damien looked me dead in the eyes and said "If you ever speak of this moment again or tell a soul bitch, you next." I was forced to help him dispose of her body that night. It had to be the worst day of my life. Needless to say, when the police or anybody came around with questions, I always act like I didn't know shit. Always saying the last time I seen her was with some trick. I couldn't even bring myself to say her name after that night.

Weeks went by and Damien and I hardly even spoke after that, I had grown very frightened of this man that I once was in love with. All I could do now was sit and try to plot a way to get out of my situation. I know that you are thinking bitch just leave, but it's not that easy. When you have a pimp, they feel like they own you, and if you try or even threaten to leave, they will kill you or at least try. I developed a plan, and now all I needed was a little time and preparation to put my plan into action.

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