Only You

Chapter Seventeen

Michael
I've been blowing up Fallon's phone for the past hour. It's already getting dark, and she should've been home already. I walk into the family room and take a seat on the couch. I'm beginning to panic.

"Daddy where's Fally?" My daughter, Imani, asks.

"She'll be here soon, baby." I say trying to reassure myself more than her.

I call my maid, Maria.

"Yes, señor?"

"Can you watch Imani for a little bit? I have to go do something." I ask while grabbing the mini flashlight for the drawer.

"Sí, señor." She replies.

"Thank you."

I put on my sneakers by the doorway before grabbing my keys and heading out. I hop into my BMW and drive down the path I know she usually takes. Nothing. Please just be walking back.

Once I hit the park, I park my car and set out on foot taking the flashlight with me. This park is usually pretty safe, but you never know. I call her cellphone again as I walk down the trail. Straight to voicemail.

A couple minutes later, I find Fallon's favorite purple water bottle on the ground by a bench. And, on the bench is her phone. Oh no. My voice gets caught in my throat as I take her things and quickly walk back to my car. As soon as I get in, I call 911.

"911, what's your emergency?" The operator asks.

"I'm reporting a missing person." I say in disbelief.

Fallon
Donnell kicks his monkey out and closed the door behind him. He turns to me a smirks.

"I missed you, Fallon. I really did." He says like a creep.

I don't respond as he approaches me. He stares at my body as if I'm a piece of steak.  He smells strongly of cologne.

"You didn't love me, Donnell. Let's face it. You beat me for fun." I say bitterly.

"You don't think I feel bad after? I want to be a better man for you, but you won't let me." He says while getting on his knees.

Is he really trying to make himself the victim? Typical Donnell. He takes my hand and kisses it. I pull away in disgust. I don't want him touching me. Who knows how many girls he's slept with while I was gone, and even when I was with his dumb behind.

He stands up and grabs me roughly so that I'm up on my two feet. I cover my body as best as I can, but he forces my arms open. Tears spring out of my eyes because I know what's gonna happen.

"Have you been sleeping with another man?" He asks while staring at my body.

"No." I reply.

"Better not or I would've....." He starts but doesn't finish.

He brings me closer to him and kisses my lips as if it's okay. I clamp my lips shut, but he pinches my arm to make me open it so he can put his tongue in. I want to vomit. After a minute of that, he pulls away and orders me to the bed.

"Lay down. Legs open." He commands while opening his black robe.

"No." I say kinda meekly.

He looks up at me with a look that says "I'm gonna act like you never said that."

"Come again?" He asks.

"I said no." I say more firmly now.

He grabs me by my neck and pulls me so close to his face that I can smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Now I'm gonna tell you this one more time. Get your ass on that bed." He hisses.

He's not choking me, but the feeling of his huge hand on my neck still makes me panic. He pushes me away and waits for me to do as he says. I stand and stare at the floor. I shake my head, and look him in his black eyes.

"No!" I yell.

His eyes darken as he charges. I know I'm gonna get beat black and blue, but I refuse to give in without a fight. He grabs me roughly and I begin to kick and scratch him.

"No! Get off of me!" I yell as I try to fight him off.

He throws me on the bed and gets on top of me. I try cover my face as he sends blows onto me. He finally stops when he notices that I'm done fighting. My face hurts so much that I know it's gonna swell. It hurts when the tears come out that I cry even more.

"You grew some balls when you left me?" He asks while spreading my legs.

I stare up at the wall and keep my mouth shut. I count in my head as he penetrates me. It hurts like hell, but I don't scream.

"78, 79, 80, 81, 82,...." My mind goes blank and I lose count.

He finishes and collapses on the bed out of breath. I turn my back towards him and close my eyes. Maybe this is just a nightmare.

"You hungry?" He asks while rubbing my back.

I burst into tears at the realization that I'm back in hell.