knew something was wrong and my tears
burst forth.
“Oh my God,
baby what happened?” Zeke asked.
“That son of
a bitch slapped me!”
“That bastard
has gone too far!”
I told Zeke
everything that happened and he grew more frustrated by the minute. Hearing our
conversation, Alton came from the back to see what was going on.
“What’s
goin…..? Rachel what the hell happened to your face?”
“Elias
slapped me. He was trying to keep me from leaving.”
“What
happened to your head?” I asked as I saw the bandage Alton wore.
“Nadiah threw
some keys at me when I walked in the door last night.”
We looked at
each other and shook our heads.
“Oh uh, hey
everybody. Sup Alton, Rach--- Whoa what happened Ma?” Jazz said as he walked
into the room.
I updated
Jazz on the evening’s happenings.
“That ain’t
right. You know, if you want, I can handle him real quick for that bullshit.
Let’s see how quick he is to hit a man.”
“Thanks, but
I think I’ll be okay.”
“Alright. If
that punk ever does anything else to you, call me or Zeke.” Jazz said and he
reached for my cell phone to save his number in my phone book.
“Thanks
Jazz.”
“No Problem.”
Once Zeke was
sure I was ok, he went to work on a project for school. Jazz went to his room
and left Alton and I alone in the living room.
“What are we
gonna do?”
“I don’t know
Alton. I can’t believe he hit me.”
“That pisses
me off Rachel. I’ve prayed about our situations but nothing changes.”
“I’ve prayed
too. Same thing here.”
“I think when
we pray God hears us; he automatically does his part, and then just waits for
us to do our part. I just wish I could figure out what that is.”
Alton made me
feel comfortable. Maybe it was the fact that he spoke about spiritual things.
It could have been his calm, soothing way of speaking. I felt a feeling that I
hadn’t felt in a long time. I felt that I didn’t have to hide anything from
him. I didn’t have to try to be brave for him. I could let my vulnerability show
without worrying that he would use it against me. The feeling has a name, its
known as trust.
“Rachel, it’s
still early, would you like to go have some dinner?”
“I don’t have
much of an appetite.”
“Okay, how
about coffee?”
“Sure, I’d
like that.”
Nadiah
I don’t know
what made me throw those keys at Alton. I guess I just felt like it. I did mean
things to him out of habit I think. It was such a normal thing for me to treat
him any kind of way that I just did it. The fact that he never did anything is
probably why.
I threatened
to abort the baby. It’s the one thing that gave me power over him. What he said
to me really struck a chord in me though. It would have been pretty trifling to
get rid of my baby just to spite him. I thought it would make him stay but he
left anyway.
I called
Alton and did everything short of begging him, to get him to come home. I
couldn’t let him get used to being without me. The longer he was, the more he
would realize he could make it without me. I couldn’t let that happen. That’s
how I was able to control him for so long. He usually couldn’t resist me when I
tried hard enough but nothing worked that time. Three and a half months was
long enough. I knew he was at Zeke’s so I went over there to demand he come
home.
Alton was
just pulling up when I got there. I sat in my car and watched him as he got out
of his truck, walked around to the other side, and opened the passenger door.
Out stepped that same bitch I caught over there the last time! I waited until
they both got out of the truck and jumped out of my car.
“So this is
why you haven’t come home yet.”
“Nadiah it’s
not even what you think.”
“Why is it
that every time he comes over here, your happy ass seems to pop up? What the
fuck is going on here? I am pregnant with his child you know?”
“Alton talk
to your wife. I’m going inside.”
“Yeah
burst forth.
“Oh my God,
baby what happened?” Zeke asked.
“That son of
a bitch slapped me!”
“That bastard
has gone too far!”
I told Zeke
everything that happened and he grew more frustrated by the minute. Hearing our
conversation, Alton came from the back to see what was going on.
“What’s
goin…..? Rachel what the hell happened to your face?”
“Elias
slapped me. He was trying to keep me from leaving.”
“What
happened to your head?” I asked as I saw the bandage Alton wore.
“Nadiah threw
some keys at me when I walked in the door last night.”
We looked at
each other and shook our heads.
“Oh uh, hey
everybody. Sup Alton, Rach--- Whoa what happened Ma?” Jazz said as he walked
into the room.
I updated
Jazz on the evening’s happenings.
“That ain’t
right. You know, if you want, I can handle him real quick for that bullshit.
Let’s see how quick he is to hit a man.”
“Thanks, but
I think I’ll be okay.”
“Alright. If
that punk ever does anything else to you, call me or Zeke.” Jazz said and he
reached for my cell phone to save his number in my phone book.
“Thanks
Jazz.”
“No Problem.”
Once Zeke was
sure I was ok, he went to work on a project for school. Jazz went to his room
and left Alton and I alone in the living room.
“What are we
gonna do?”
“I don’t know
Alton. I can’t believe he hit me.”
“That pisses
me off Rachel. I’ve prayed about our situations but nothing changes.”
“I’ve prayed
too. Same thing here.”
“I think when
we pray God hears us; he automatically does his part, and then just waits for
us to do our part. I just wish I could figure out what that is.”
Alton made me
feel comfortable. Maybe it was the fact that he spoke about spiritual things.
It could have been his calm, soothing way of speaking. I felt a feeling that I
hadn’t felt in a long time. I felt that I didn’t have to hide anything from
him. I didn’t have to try to be brave for him. I could let my vulnerability show
without worrying that he would use it against me. The feeling has a name, its
known as trust.
“Rachel, it’s
still early, would you like to go have some dinner?”
“I don’t have
much of an appetite.”
“Okay, how
about coffee?”
“Sure, I’d
like that.”
Nadiah
I don’t know
what made me throw those keys at Alton. I guess I just felt like it. I did mean
things to him out of habit I think. It was such a normal thing for me to treat
him any kind of way that I just did it. The fact that he never did anything is
probably why.
I threatened
to abort the baby. It’s the one thing that gave me power over him. What he said
to me really struck a chord in me though. It would have been pretty trifling to
get rid of my baby just to spite him. I thought it would make him stay but he
left anyway.
I called
Alton and did everything short of begging him, to get him to come home. I
couldn’t let him get used to being without me. The longer he was, the more he
would realize he could make it without me. I couldn’t let that happen. That’s
how I was able to control him for so long. He usually couldn’t resist me when I
tried hard enough but nothing worked that time. Three and a half months was
long enough. I knew he was at Zeke’s so I went over there to demand he come
home.
Alton was
just pulling up when I got there. I sat in my car and watched him as he got out
of his truck, walked around to the other side, and opened the passenger door.
Out stepped that same bitch I caught over there the last time! I waited until
they both got out of the truck and jumped out of my car.
“So this is
why you haven’t come home yet.”
“Nadiah it’s
not even what you think.”
“Why is it
that every time he comes over here, your happy ass seems to pop up? What the
fuck is going on here? I am pregnant with his child you know?”
“Alton talk
to your wife. I’m going inside.”
“Yeah
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