Page 1 of His Heaven, Her Hell
PROLOGUE
The poundingon the bathroom door had me clutching my knees in the tub and crying.
Please go away. Please go away,I chanted in my head.
“Open this fucking door, Jela! You want to eye-fuck niggas in my face, bitch!”
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
It sounded as if he was trying to break the door down with a battering ram the SWAT team used.
“Damien, stop!” I yelled, praying to God that he didn’t break the door down.
“Open this bitch up!”
Boom!
Boom!
Craaack!
My temporary protection gave way as I saw him through the crack in the door, looking like Johnny from The Shining.
He’s about to kill me! God, please take care of my baby.
One final thrust with his shoulder allowed him entry, and he stormed over to me while I braced myself.
“Nooo! Damien, please don't do this! Please!”
He slipped the belt from around his waist and began whipping me with it. With each hit that made a connection, I felt fire on my skin.
“You want to fuck him, J! Huh?”
“Nooo! Stoooop!”
Swat!
Swat!
Swat!
Swat!
“Yes, you do! I’ma make your ass wish you did, though.”
He turned on the water and grabbed me by my hair. I flailed my arms trying to gouge his eyes out, but couldn't reach his face. He pushed my head under the spout as water fell onto my face. He lifted me and repeated the process several times until I started to choke. He finally released me and turned the water off, standing over me like a raging bull.
“Now, get yo’ ass up and go make me something to eat. Don't forget we have cameras, so I’ll be watching yo’ ass to make sure you ain't put shit in my food. I bet you next time, you won't be batting your fucking eyelashes at another nigga again. Stupid bitch.”
With that, he left me in the tub. I was a wet, crying mess.
This was my life now. And it was only the beginning.
The laughsand chatter that surrounded the dinner table were deafening. The faces that accompanied the voices were a blur. I sat mutely while my thoughts ran a marathon in my head.
