Broken Vows

Chapter Sixty-Three

Mature And  Explicit Content

Temperance

I took a chance maneuvering my body towards the plate where the spoon lie. Terrell lay there still in pain. I knew I had one shot to do something. Just as I was about to pick up the spoon I noticed his phone. It was a little farther away, but I had to take a chance. I had to call Tyson. I panted and licked my parched dry lips as I readied myself.  It was either the spoon or the phone. I didn't have the key and the windows were sealed tight, so I knew what I had to choose while he was immobile. I reached for the phone. My hands shook like a leaf on a tree, but I managed to dial Tyson's number finally punching in the last digit. Terrell stirred and groan in pain. I could tell the pain was subsiding though. "Answer" I whispered. " Answer the phone." I breathed and then I heard his sweet raspy voice on the other end. I cried unable to form words. I swallowed hard seeing Terrell move again sitting up.

"Hello!!! Hello!!! Tyson yelled.

"Tttt." My words trembled. "Tyson." I said throaty. "Baby... come...get... me." I gasped through each word. "Baby...I'm hurt. He's..." I wept. " He... He...." I said breaking down crying  like  a wife who lost her husband in the line of duty

"Baby!! Tempe. Tell me where you're act baby!!! Tempe... baby... I'ma find you baby. Tempe!!! TEMPE!!!!" Those were the last words I heard before Terrell snatched the phone out of my hands.

"Tempe. Tempe." Terrel mocked Tyson's words and laughed. "You sound just like a bitch." Terrell said dragging me by my ankles.

" Ahhhhh. LET ME GO!!! LET ME GO!!!"  I yelled as he handled my body like I was  nothing but trash.

"Muthafucka, you better pray 'cuz I'm killin' you soon as I find you nigga." Tyson fired back

"Find me." Terrell scoffed. " Nigga if you ain't found me yet that shit ain't happening. The jet is gassed up and ready for me and my lady.  You know I was gonna get some more of that good ass before we fly high, but.... I'll get plenty of that once we land. Now I see why you chasing a nigga. She tried to fight  me,though, but she lost the battle 'cause I'm a real nigga."he patted his chest.

"Nigga face me. Be a man!!!"  I could hear Tyson screamed in the phone. " Nigga get yo hands off her. Nigga get at me. Get at me!!"

"Now you got balls.  Temperance, baby." He laughed. " This nigga got big balls all of a sudden." He laughed still pulling me by my legs as I screamed." I thought you had a pussy with you weak ass. But I tell you what. I'ma let you find  me soon enough so we can end this shit. You know I hate to body yo ass, but if that's what it takes, so be it. Nigga, you know where I'ma be. Let's go make some music.  One hour nigga. " Terrell said slamming the phone down. " Now bitch." he said pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lighting it with a lighter all while he used his other hand to hold me by my ankles. He ripped his belt a loose from his pants and struck me  as he chastised me about putting my hands on him. He told me since I wanted to act like a bottom bitch he would treat me as such, and he whooped me like I was a child who'd been caught by her father sucking dick. He whooped me with no remorse and no shame until he was breathless and until one of his workers came in to stop him.

"Boss!!! Boss!!! You gone kill the bitch." he said pulling him away from me.

"She need to be taught a lesson." he said wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand dropping the cigarette on the floor and stomping it.  "Is the muthafuckin' jet ready or not? That's what you need to be sayin'" he chastised his worker staring down at me as he put his belt back on.