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“You’ve never been to Disney World?!” My long-term best friend, Megan exclaimed loud enough for everyone to hear. To be fair, both of us were more than tipsy so I would’ve done the same.
“Not once. And I will probably never go, Megan.” I looked around the rooftop bar and didn’t recognize a single person there. I took a long sip of my vodka and listened to Megan ranting about how my parents never took me to Disney World.
“No, you have to take your kids. How can a child’s parent not take them to Disney World? I mean, that place is just phenomenal and—”
I immediately cut her off, “Megan…what the fuck is he doing here?” I stared straight ahead at the man I swore I would never talk to again. Luther Kingston. “Did you seriously invite him?” I turned my attention to her, half yelling half whispering.
Megan downed the rest of her fruity drink, and said, “Lils, he’s been wanting to talk to you. Just give him a—”
“No! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” I knew my raising my voice caused a scene, but I only hoped Luther wasn’t paying attention. Quickly, I stood up from my seat, grabbed my purse, and rushed to the staircase, not giving a damn about the people watching me.
Luther and I met each other during our senior year of college. We were incredible together and nothing ever got between us. Of course, we’ve gotten into arguments, but not to the point where he yelled at me or the other way around. At least none of that happened until May 10th of last year:
“Babe, I’m home!” Luther called out from the kitchen as he set his suitcase down on the counter.
I rushed down the stairs from the master bathroom and jumped into his arms without any kind of warning. “God, I missed you so much.”
Luther chuckled and held onto my waist tightly. He said, “I’ve only been gone 2 hours.”
As he moved the both of us to the couch, I felt Luther’s phone begin to vibrate in his pocket. We both just kind of stared at each other for a moment. “Aren’t you going to answer it?” I asked. “I can feel the vibrating on my leg.”
“It’s not important right now,” Luther mumbled into my neck as he set me down on the couch, with my legs still wide open. He took his phone out of his pocket and tossed it on the coffee table behind him as he lowered himself to his knees in front of me. Luther grabbed the end of my oversize shirt and lifted it to my stomach revealing the small thong I had underneath. I saw Luther bite his bottom lip. “Hold on just a second,” Luther murmured as he stood up and walked into the kitchen.
Just then, Luther’s phone began to vibrate once more. Annoyed, I picked up his phone and read the contact that was calling him. Lola? Why the hell is she calling him? “Hey, Luth?”
“Yes, Love?”
I swallowed hard. “Why is Lola calling you?”
The next thing I knew, Luther was walking toward me in a hurry. He snatched his phone from my hands and grabbed me by the throat, squeezing it not too hard, but hard enough to scare the living hell out of me. “Do not touch my shit, Lilabelle!” Luther was yelling right into my ear as his grip on my neck tightened.
I was frozen. Scared to death. I had no idea what to do. Luther’s a lot bigger than I am and he could easily pin me down if I even tried to get out of his grip. My breathing started to rapidly increase as Luther’s other hand went straight between my legs. Tears threatened to fall from my eyes. Please stop it, stop it, stop it. I kept trying to push Luther away from me but he wouldn’t budge. “Luther, please stop it. You’re hurting me,” I cried out as I tried to remove his hold on my neck. Luther pinched me several times as hard as he could where no one should ever be pinched. The pain was unbearable and I screamed. Loud.
Luther slapped me as a way to shut me up. And it worked. “Don’t you ever touch my shit again, Lilabelle!” He yelled in my face. Luther backed away from me with furry in his eyes and stormed up the stairs to our bedroom. He slammed the door extremely hard which caused me to jump so hard that I nearly fall from the couch.
Ever since that night, I haven’t been back to that apartment nor will I ever go back. I also swore to myself that I’d never talk to that poor excuse of a man again. Finally, I reached the bottom of the dreaded, long staircase and pushed the door open.
**A.N.**
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