The next morning

The next day, I wake up next to No one. I check my phone and I read- "I'll see you later, I gotta handle sumn"- I sigh as I just leave him on read, didn't even bother to ask what he had to do because I've learned not to question him. Putting my phone on DND I get up, opening the curtains letting in the sun light. I seen that I looked pretty with my hair messy so I decided I to take a picture:



I'm not sure about posting it on Instagram because I don't rlly know how I feel about it. I don't really like Instagram anyways. I get up out of bed and get in the shower, scrubbing well to make sure the scent of my dove soap lasts for the day. As I step out I lather myself in my body butter, brush my teeth, wash my face. And go in the living room to watch my morning news.

After a while I get up to get dressed. I look in my closet to see what I have to wear, I see a cute all black fit, I love me some black. I mean you can never go wrong it matches with everything.



Ready to do some runs, I get out the house, lock the door and go to the garage to get in my car. I'm proud of myself. I did it all on my own. I drive a Benz, live in a nice Apartment that's city view and if I do say so myself I'm a bad bitch :) My first stop is target, I need to get some more grocery's and also more house essentials. As I walk through the aisles, this man walks up to me. I pay him no mind, he says "damn wassup, you look good what's yo name?" ...I ignore him. I ignore him because there is always someone watching me that's a friend of don's. And even if there wasn't I would've done the same. I have love for Don. I grab my cart, and head to self check out.

Later that day After I went to a few more stores, I drive to chick-fil-a, and as I'm waiting I looked at my phone to see 10+ missed calls and lots of messages from Don. I panic. I call him back immediately, it goes straight to voice mail. I text him and tell him that my phone was on DND, which it was, and tell him to call me back when he has time. But, reading the messages he texted me:

Don: Nyla why you not answering? -Take yo sht of dnd stop playing with me -Ight bet -When I see you don't explain SHT. I'm smacking the fuck outta you. - I heard you in target getting niggas numbers? - Nyla, im trynna be patient but you keep pushing it, tf is you doing?

my heart starts racing, I try calling him again...he picks up... I say "hello" and screaming fills my ears causing me to jump. BRUH WTF YOU BEEN DOING I BEEN CALLING YOU ALL DAY! Nyla: ...I-Im so sorry m-my phone was on dnd it wasn't my fault I di- *clicks*

As I got my food, I try to calm down. I don't even have a appetite anymore. I head straight home while keeping a eye on my phone just in case. I grab the bags, get on the elevator and head up to my apartment. I open the door, it's pitch black. The only light coming from the hallway. I close and lock the door, and turn on the light. Froze in place. I see Don sitting in one of the chairs thats by the kitchen island. Calmly and emotionless he says "where you been" I say, I-I was at target, Best Buy, and I went to the mall to see if th-

he cuts me off and gets up from his chair, he told me to put those bags down and I did just that.

Silence fills the room. I try to make conversation when I say I went to Chick-fil-A and got food, I don't want it you can have it. He immediately smacks it out of my hand. Making a mess on the floor. Tears fills my eyes. He says "you think this sht a game?" I immediately shake my head. Trying not to get him anymore rowdy than he already is. He yells "SPEAK WHEN IM TALKING TO YOU" I shiver. I say "no, n-no I don't." As he walks closer to me I back up but, I get backed up in a corner. Nyla: D-Don I didn't know you was calling me I-

I didn't even finish my sentence when he started beating my face in vigorously causing me to bleed uncontrollably.

I shield myself as best as I could but he's just too strong and quick. I plead for him to stop and say I'm sorry over and over again but it's just not getting through to him. As he grabs me by my neck, I try to pry and losen up his grip, but it doesn't work one bit. As Don is pulling me up, now off my feet, he is breathing hectically in my face, he says "you think I be playing with you? Nyla you just don't know what I want to do to you cuh you don't. I will kill you. Keep playing. Try me." I gesture I can't breathe and he throws me on the ground, as I gasp for air he grabs me by my hair, as I'm crying uncontrollably pleading and begging he says, "pack your bags, I done let you have too much freedom." I immediately get up, limping to my bed room, grabbing my suit case I hurry and put my belongings in there.

That same night

We're now in the car and I don't say a word. I keep my head down looking at the blood on my hands while being zoned out. I can't believe he hit me, he promised he wouldn't get mad at me anymore. Or did he. Thinking back to yesterday, when he gave me my flowers, he never promised me anything. He never said that he wouldn't get mad at me. I'm so stupid how did I fall for that dumb trick. Silent tears fall down my face the rest of the car ride. I didn't move a muscle, I'm too afraid to do anything. I couldn't even scream help if I wanted to. It's hopeless.

As we pull in the drive way he says "get your bags and get the fuck out the car" I do just that, I look at the house. It's beautiful. Black exterior design, modern mansion.



I glance over at him and I see his dark, empty eyes piercing through my soul. I quickly look away. He opens the front door and says "put your bag in the room, you living with me now." I say "ok" I pause, asking in a low tone "c-can you show me where it is, I don't know where to go." I follow him as he leads me to the room. Putting my bag in the huge closet I notice that one side is full, full of his clothes and the other is empty.

Don has been planning this from the start. He's crazy. He waited soo long to have Nyla in his grasp.

I don't say a word I just start to un pack. It was only one suit case so I quickly got done. When I was done I turned around and seen Don standing right behind me, I start to breathe a little heavy. It feels like all the air in the world was gone, like it was sucked out of me. All of a sudden I couldn't breathe. As he looks at me I make no eye contact, I was never good at it, he lifts my chin up and I flinch just a little, my neck is sore and bruised, and him moving my head fast caused it to hurt. Don: "I love you, you know that right?" I quickly say yes. He gets closer, frozen in place, not daring to move I have trouble breathing. He kissed me on the forehead and says "I have to go, I'll see you later Ight?" I say ok.

When he left the house it was like a weight on my shoulder has been lifted. Tension in the air is gone. And I try to losen up a little. I decided to get cleaned up, I showered and washed my face. As I was doing that I noticed bruises on my body. I burst out crying uncontrollably, life doesn't seem real right know. I was living the dream. I had everything I wanted. I had peace.

Once I was done I wanted to take a look around. It's beautiful and all, but I hate it here, it's not my house. As I'm standing in the middle of the huge living room I zone out. Thinking about how my life will now be, since I'm stuck on you.

That's a wrap for part 2 :) Let me know how you guys liked it !