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He walked over to her.
"You crying and sobbing like you lost your best friend." He told her.
"You didn't. That bitch wasn't shit."
"Avery."
She was still looking at the floor when he called her name.
"Avery."
No response.
"Avery."
No response.
He grabbed her by her neck and pinned her against the wall.
"Should I have to call your name more than once?"
"No." She said. A plain, blank "no."
"No, what?"
She rolled her eyes at him.
"No, sir."
He slapped her, seeing the red of his hand imprinted on her face. She fell. He let her stay down for a second, then put her back in position.
"You know that shit, Ave. Just like you know not to have nobody in my motherfucking house. Why was she here?"
"I don't know, Brice. She said she was coming because she--"
"The fuck you call me?"
"Daddy."
"Keep letting the wrong shit slip and Ima bust you in your lip. Keep fucking with me if you want to."
She looked down at the floor.
"Yes, s--"
"Eye contact, bitch."
She looked at him.
"Yes.. sir."
He let her go.
"You get started on the wedding plans yet?"
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Avery Jordan
"You get started on the wedding plans yet?"
He asked. Making me mad a bit.
"I haven't had time, papi. We just got engaged last night."
"Bitch, I know when the fuck I proposed!"
I didn't say anything.
"Leave. Take a walk. Get the fuck out my face, but if you know what's best for you, you better bring your ass back."
I reached for my shoes, already knowing the routine.
"Put them down. Fuck you need shoes for? The grass ain't wet. Walk."
I walked out of the door. Thankfully, we don't have nosey neighbors and we don't live in the suburbs. If we did, everybody would've seen a barefoot woman with bruises and tears, and would've called the cops, possibly.
Walking, thinking, crying. Do I really want to marry this man? Why did I even ask myself that. I have to. He gave me shelter. He gave me love. The love would be more consistent if my dumbass just followed the rules.
After about 45 minutes, I was about to go back home until I got a message from an unrecognizable number.
"Avery?"- Unknown
6:13 p.m.
"Who is this?"
6:13 p.m.
"Yung"- Unknown
6:14 p.m.
I smiled a little and saved his number.
