Behind Closed Doors

One

Blood. Blood everywhere. Not pools of it, but small specks here and there from where Liz had wiped the side of her mouth.

"He's so fucking crazy.." I thought to myself. Shaking my head, I stand up and walk over to my 2 month old son, screaming on the couch.

"Shhhhh, it's okay. It's alright, I'm right here."

This is the last time. The last time I will ever let this psychopath near my child. To be fair, I didn't even let him in. He broke in. My mind keeps flashing back to standing at the top of the staircase and seeing his evil face peering up at me. Never did I imagine what was to come next. Tye is 6'8. Probably about 300 pounds. He has light blonde hair and pasty white skin. Piercing green eyes. He is also a super angry man. Nothing could ever make this dude happy.

Back to what happened. I was in the middle of a nap when I heard a soft knock knock knock. I thought it was just the neighborhood kids playing outside, so I didn't get up. My 2 and 3 year old were asleep, and finally So was Zeke. Zeke is my 2 month old. I decided to lay back down, and try to get some much needed sleep. Then, I heard a crack and a small push. So, thinking someone was breaking in to my house, I ran to the top of the stairs. It was him, staring at me from the bottom of the staircase. I quickly pivoted, and shut Leon and Acen's bedroom door. Last thing I need is them waking up and seeing this bullshit. Running into my room where Zeke was, I grabbed him and sat on my bed. I knew why he was here. Zeke. He wants Zeke. He can't have him. Tye is so emotionally and mentally unstable its ridiculous. We haven't talked or seen each other in two weeks because he smashed my head against the wall in front of Leon and Acen. He strides into my room and attempts to snatch Zeke from me.

"NO. Get the fuck out of here. You can't take him."

"Give me my fucking son bitch."

From the corner of my eye, I see a really pretty girl standing in the doorway of my room. She had long black hair and the tannest skin I'd seen in a while. Her red shorts made her skin color pop.

"Who the fuck is this?"

"That's Damien's sister. She just gave me a ride to pick up Zeke."

He snatched the baby from my hands, and started walking downstairs. Rushing, I threw pants on and ran downstairs.

"You can't take him Tye. I never said you could." I screamed down the stairs. As I rounded the corner, he was strapping Zeke into his carseat. The girl was just standing at the bottom of the stairs. She looked shocked. Yeah, bet you didn't know he was fucking crazy, did you chick. My hearts pounding. I can physically feel the blood rushing through my veins. Not knowing what to do, I called my mom.

"..Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?"

"MOM, HE'S HERE. HE'S TRYING TO TAKE THE FUCKING BABY. WHAT DO I DO?" My hearts pumping harder than ever. My baby. He's going to take my baby and I'm never going to see him again. Someone help. Please.

"I can't really hear you babe. Who's there?!"

My mom is all the way in the fucking boondocks at some cookout I didn't want to go to. So of course she can't hear me. Great. Fucking great. Tye snatched the phone from me and started screaming at my mom. Since he was ranting and raving to her, I grabbed Zeke and took him out of his car seat and was holding him.

"This dumb ass bitch said I could see my son today, I don't care what anyone's talking about."

I'm taking it my mom hung up, because he just stared at the phone. He started going through my phone at that point and saw that I had been talking to this dude. Instantly, his face contorted into the ugliest expression I had ever seen. His eyes got really small, and he slowly glanced up at me.

"This is what you've been doing? Fucking WHORE." He slammed my phone into the wall and ran directly at me. I didn't know what to do besides put Zeke on the couch and prepare for the impact.

SMASH.

Fists started connecting to every surface of my body. Crumbling to the ground, holding my face, I laid there. I could feel the lumps forming on my face instantly. He wasn't done yet though. I can see the small traces of blood mixed in with my white blond hair. Fuck. What the fuck. He grabs me with both hands by the top of my hair, and throws me at least 5 feet in the air, smack into the wall. Its like its all in slow motion. I hit the baby's swing and land in a box of toys. The girl is standing directly next to me now, looking down at me. You can tell she's petrified. I don't even know what to say. I can't even cry. I lean up to try and stand up and he shoves me back down.

"I'm not done with you bitch. Crystal, grab the baby now."

Zeke is just screaming. The worst scream I've ever heard from him. That's saying a lot. He never cries. The girl just stares at him and shakes her head back and forth. No sound is coming out of her though. Her eyes were huge and I could see her mouth the words no. Over and over again. She's in shock. She doesn't know this is a regular thing with Tye. I try to stand up again. He grabs a chunk of my hair and slams my face into the wall again. I hear my cheekbone crack. My face is wet. Oh shit, I'm crying. This hurts. I glance up at Tye, and we make short eye contact. Something must have clicked because he hands Zeke over to me and takes off running out the door. Maybe it was the fact the chick took off running the moment he smashed my face into the wall.

There's small streaks of blood on the walls. Across my back glass door. It looks somewhat like a crime scene, but not as awful. My head and chest are pounding from where he hit me and tossed me around. My sides hurt from hitting the walls. Clumps of my hair are lying around me. How the fuck did I get here? How did I get so involved with someone so sinister? I wipe at the blood coming down from my lip and stand up. Too quickly. Wobbling with Zeke in my arms, I rush upstairs to check on Leon and Acen. As I peer into their room, I see them soundly asleep laying next to each other. Thank fucking god. I exhale a huge breathe and start crying. Hard. Looking down at Zeke, he's finally fast asleep. The small curves of his plump little lips. His dark brown hair. Dark skin. How can something so beautiful come from someone so fucking ugly. I lay Zeke back down into his crib and walk into my computer room. I have no phone to get ahold of my mom or even Darrin and his girlfriend. Darrin is Leon and Acen's dad. Logging into my FaceBook from my computer, I quickly message my mom.

My phone's broke, I need help. Where are you. *Sending to Momma*

Tye broke into the house and fucked me up. I need you to come get the kids just in case he comes back. My phones broke so I can't call you. Please hurry. *Sending to Darrin and Miranda*

I even go as far as to tag my mom, Darrin, and Miranda in a post. Please man, someone come the fuck on. I'm still shaking. My face is lumped up and I can feel the missing patches of hair.

Ping.

Finally.

"I'm on my way hunny, the police should be there soon. I called them. Where is the baby?"

"Miranda is leaving now, are the kids okay?"

Thank fucking god. Help has arrived!

Ping.

"The police are there and they're saying that a man and woman told them everything is okay. What the fuck is going on? Where are you and the baby." You can tell my mom is freaking the fuck out at this point. She knows how Tye is. How things can get. The cops weren't even fucking here right now. I don't know what she's talking about. All I can feel is growing panic. What if he comes back? Nobody is here to help me and I don't have my phone.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

POLICE, OPEN UP.

About fucking time.