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Jay's POV:

" Man, what the fuck is going on? You hit 12 shots already, this your 13th one! " Kelz screamed in my ear, as I rushed the shot down.

" Hit me with another one! " I said.

" No, she aint hitting you with shit! " he yelled again.

" He can have what the fuck he wants! " Amaiyah screamed.

" Fuck you, I'm out Jay! This ain't you! " Kelz said, getting up leaving. I wanted to chase after him, but my state of mind was beyond fucked up right now. Everything was blurry, and I could barely open my eyes.

" How are you and Kendrick doing? " she asked.

" Wh-what? " I replied. I began standing up, colliding to the floor soon after. I saw my homeboys pick me up off the floor, carry me to the car, and drive me to the house.

I soon felt someone grab me out of the car, and drop me on a couch. My vision was still fucked up, and I was still in my daze.

Kendrick's POV:

As I drifted back to bed, I felt someone wrap their hand around my neck. I looked up and I saw that it was Jay. I quickly put my hands up in defense, but I was slapped and told to shut the fuck up! He undressed me and started to thrust inside of me. Normally it would feel good, but this time it hurt. Not just physically but emotionally. When I put my hands up to retaliate, I blacked out and that was the end of it.

The next morning I woke up to the sound of my alarm. I had a photoshoot today, and this one was really important. I went to arise out of the bed, only to collapse to the floor. I looked around in disbelief because I didn't know the cause of it. My dramatic ass thought I was on the verge of dying.

" Where you going? " I heard Jay ask.

I moaned trying to get up, finally regaining my strength to walk by myself. As I continued walking, I stopped and saw all of the bruises and cuts on me. I grew enraged as the memory of lastnight came to being. I quickly jumped on top of him, puching and slapping him. Every hit landing in his face. He thrusted me off of him, causing me to end up on the other side of the room. I quickly got up running to the bathroom. I ran my hand over the cuts and bruises, and told myself that this was not the time for a pitty party. I had to get ready for this shoot, and go into my business mode!

I hopped into the shower, washing myself off and making sure that I was sqeaky clean. I washed my hair, and shaved. I got out of the shower, dried off well, and put make-up over the bruises. The cuts really weren't visible, so I didn't cover them up. I got out of the bathroom, walked to the closet, and found something to wear. I grabbed my phone and called Kelly.

Me: Goodmorning babe, can you do me a huge favor?

Kelly: You need me to watch Omari?

Me: Only for this week, I promise after this week, you won't have to.

Kelly: What's wrong? And don't lie to me, I know you!

Me: I'll discuss it later.

Kelly: Alright babe, but I gotchu!

Me: Thanks babe, you just don't know how much I appreciate this! ( I cried )

Kelly: Why you crying? Hell naw, Ken what the fuck is going on?

Me: I'm good, I promise. I'll be over in a few!

I went to Omari's room. He was still sleeping! I looked in his dresser, packed his clothes, and his belongings, and walked to the car. I came back to find Jay standing in his room, holding him. Rocking him.

" Jay, please! " I said, walking towards him.

" Shhhh! He's sleeping! " he whispered.

Tears came rushing down my eyes. I hadn't killed the nigga yet, but if he was to hurt this little boy? Lord knows!

" What you crying for? " he asked me.

" Jay, just give me him so I can go! " I said.

" Where you going? "

" Photoshoot! "

" Hmmm! Good luck. " he said, handing Omari to me. As I turned around, he grabbed the neck of my shirt. " I want yo' ass back in this house by 9. If you are not here? There will be consequences. " I snatched my shirt back, and he followed me to the door.

I walked out to put Omari in the car, and to get in the drivers seat. I looked back at the door, and it was closed. I pulled off making my way to Kelly's house, dropping Omari off. Of course, she asked questions but I didn't answer. I continued to the shoot.

As I made my way inside the building, Bre was waiting for me inside of my dressing room.

" Brandon came by looking for you, his sexy ass! " she smiled, looking at her phone.

" Lord, ion even wanna' talk about it! " I said, sitting my bag down.

" You good shawty? " she asked me.

" Yeah, I'm fine! "

" Ion believe that for nothing, but I gotta take a call babe! " she said, walking out.

I started to remove the make-up off of my body! Revealing the bruises pissed me off, but I sighed and kept it moving. As I dipped into the make-up to put more on, Bre walked through the door still on the phone. She looked at me, and told whomever she was on the phone with that she would call them back. She walked over to me, and I looked back in the mirror.

" What...is....going....on! He beating on you? " she asked. " Answer me! "

" Please don't tell Kelly! " I said.

" I'm tryna' help you, and you talking about don't tel Kelly? Plus, she ain't the one you need to be worried about! " she said.

" I know, but I gotta' handle this situation myself! "

" What you plan on doing? "

" Well, just know that I'm finna' get in touch with my crazy side. Might even be going to jail! "

" It's that damn serious? No, you need to figure out another fucking way to handle this shit! " she said.

" And that's it! We're good! " I said, finishing up my make-up.

" I fucking hate you! What you wearing? " she saked.

" That red jumsuit! " I replied.

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