"Okay so you think it's cute to fuck other bitches right! Get the fuck out my house then hoe ass nigga!"Giselle shouted at her now ex-boyfriend Damien. "And take off my sneakers too because I bought them shits so take them off. You think you're gonna run around in MY sneakers fucking bitches? I think NOT!"she continued.  "Man shut the fuck up Giselle!" Damien fired back . "Ain't nobody cheating on you man. You always believing what you hear in these streets instead of listening to me. I'm telling you I ain't fucking these hoes baby. I love you. And I wanna raise our baby girl together. " He said as he began to wrap his muscular arms around Giselles small waist. "Shit, I hate when he starts sweet talking me like this" she thought. But she had heard those same words too many times from Damien to fall for them again. 

"Dee just get out" she spoke softly, calling him by the nickname she gave him. " I'm tired of this shit. Your shit. You don't give a flying fuck about raising our baby girl" said Giselle mockingly as she tried to pull away. "Gigi baby stop" he said as he grabbed her tighter and began kissing her neck, "you know that ain't true" he whispered between his kisses. 

"Fuck I gotta move before this nigga gets in my head. STOP HIM NOW GIGI" she yelled in her head.  But her feet seemed to weigh 1000 pounds. No matter how bad Damien messed up, she couldn't help but love him and take him back each time. Even when she knew he was lying. "Gigi you love me?" Damien asked.  "Yeah Dee, you know I do" she replied immediately wishing she hadn't. He slowly tilted her head up using his index finger gently, until their eyes met. Gigi could tell by the look in his eyes that Damien had been drinking. But it wasn't anything she wasn't used to. Damien drank almost everyday . That was how he dealt with life and she accepted that about him.

    Damien gently pressed his lips against Giselles. Making her knees buckle from the emotion that now flowed through her. She was in love with him. No doubt. The kiss became deeper as he cupped her face in his hands. Giselle wrapped her arms around his neck in indulgence. BOOM! Giselle fell to the floor while her head made a loud thud on it. "YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST KICK ME OUT HUH? THINK UOU CAN TALK TO ME ANY KIND OF WAY BITCH?!"Damien roared at a terrified Giselle. "Oh my God Dee please calm do-" "AND YOU STILL TALKING!" Damien then grabbed Giselle by her hair and slung her across the room. "YOU GONNA LEARN SOME RESPECT BITCH. " he screamed. Giselle tried to get up but was immediately kneed in the face. Her head flew back as blood started pouring out of her nose. Her eyes were full of wonder and fear.

 "Damien of please baby I'm sorry" Giselle pleaded. Her heart was pumping way too fast as she clutched her chest with one hand  and wiped her bleeding nose with the other. This wasn't the first time he had hit her. And it certainly wouldn't be the last. Breathing heavily she slowly began to back away. "Gigi you do this to yourself. You just can't control your fucking mouth can you?" WHAM! Damien sent a blow straight to her left temple. Gigi's body slumped then crumpled to the floor.That final blow sent her straight into oblivion and unconsciousness. 

*Beep.....Beep.....Beep* 

"Where the fuck am I?"

*Beep.....Beep...Beep*

"What's this noise.?Why am I so sore?" Gigi thought to herself. She lifted up her right hand and reached for her throbbing temple.  Ahhhhh! She winced in pain taking a mental note that she wouldn't do that again. She slowly began to sit up in the hospital bed and looked at her surroundings for context clues. By the white gown, IV's and medical equipment she had already come to a conclusion. "A hospital. Fuck." She thought. The door began to creak open. Gigi turned her head to look, still confused and trying to grasp what was going on. The door swung open. "Oh my God, Gigi you're up baby!" exclaimed Damien with a wide grin on his face. Gigi stared blankly at him. Trying to still understand why she was in a hospital and now why was Damien so excited to see her. "Aren't you excited to see me? You've been out for 2 days! The doctors tried to say you would be out for 2 weeks but I knew you were a fighter" Damien said charmingly. Gigi cringed. The word fighter instantly sent pain through her head as she remembered the last blow that sent her to the hospital. But she remained quiet. "Do you need anything?"he asked questioningly. "I know you're head probably still hurts from that fall you took. I can get the doctor to come in and give you something if you want" he continued. 

 "What in the actual fuck is he talking about "Gigi said to herself speaking low enough for only her to hear. "Yeah some Tylenol would be great"she said smiling at him.  Nodding his head Damien walked out and returned with the the doctor a few minutes later. 

"Ms Ives, how are you? I'm Dr Bertin" he said walking towards Giselle with his stethoscope. "Any pain?" he continued . "I'm okay Doc . Just a headache. Nothing I can't handle ". Giselle was lying. Her entire head was throbbing but she hated hospitals and just wanted to go home. "You sure? You banged yourself up pretty bad in that fall you know. You have a pretty nasty contusion on you're head that by the way, seems to be healing nicely" Dr Bertin said pridefully. "I'm good Doc" she said sternly. "Well I'll get you a perscription for that headache and see about getting you home" "take a deep breath for me". Giselle nodded and took a deep breath. "This stethoscope is cold as shit" she thought to herself. "Okay open your mouth and say ahhhh " he said looking into her throat. "While you're at it tell me what happened. How did you manage to fall down 2 flights of stairs?" "I uh...I...I" Giselle stammered "She's just clumsy that's all Dr B" Damien chimed in. Even Dr Bertin was taken aback. He began to say something but decided otherwise since after all it's a woman's fault for staying in an abusive relationship. Atleast that's what he believed. Dr Bertin had seen cases like this many times before. He knew the drill. And if Giselle didn't want to tell the truth who was he to force her to? "I see" said Dr Bertin. "Well every thing looks great. Let me go get those release forms for you."

 The ride home from the hospital was quiet. Giselle didn't mind because she slept most of the way anyway. And the Oxycodone that she was prescribed numbed most of the pain she was in. By now Giselle was laying in her bed in a deep sleep. "Gigi love wake up " Damien whispered sweetly into her ear. Giselle jumped. She hadn't realized Damien was cuddled up behind her. He began kissing her neck and Gigi immediately felt disgusted. She could already tell what he wanted. To fuck. He slowly ran his fingers up her shirt and began caressing her breasts. Gigi never wore a bra to sleep in. Slowly he began pinching and rubbing her nipples until they hardened. "Mmmm" she let out a soft moan. She could feel his dick standing at full attention behind her. With his free hand Damien reached between Giselles thighs and massaged her clit. "You wet already? What you been dreaming about?"he laughed. If there was anything Damien was good for it was definitely sex. Standing at 6'2 Damien was a tall dark skin muscular man. His eyes were a deep rich brown that matched his skin perfectly. There wasn't an inch of his body that wasn't toned to perfection. He had the body of a Greek God and the stamina of a stallion. Not to mention the dick size of a porn star. 

As he slipped on finger inside Giselles steaming hot pussy she threw her head back. Immediately wishing she hadn't because it sent pain through her body. But she didn't care. She had let out her frustration somehow. "Man Dee quit playing man stop" she said seductively saying the exact opposite of what she really wanted. "Now why would I do that" he replied slipping his fingers in and out of her as she moved her hips in sync.