SCREAM, BABY, SCREAM (Pain and Toxicity)
Karen Osaghae@karenosaghae547304
2 months ago
“Where the hell is my daughter at?” Maverick shouts almost deafening me. Same screaming every day, I might as well just get used to it. Maverick is my baby’s father, but we ain’t married because his dumb ass doesn’t know how to respect a woman. He is just a drunken mistake I made, and now I have to deal with the consequence for the rest of my life because my beautiful daughter is a result of that mistake.
“Stop yelling. I am busy.”
“The fuck do you take me for? Where is my daughter, Crystal?” He yells again.
I am so over this. “If you’re going to keep yelling just get out of my house.”
He snorts. “What do you mean your house? I’m paying for this house and don’t ever forget that.” Typical Maverick, trying to act like he’s the boss of me. Who else is supposed to pay the bills? That was one of the rights I won during the custody battle.
“She is at her aunt’s, so please get the fuck out of my house. I am busy.” I say more firmly. He looks around the living room like the place was filth before taking his leave. I don’t know how long I can tolerate Maverick. He yells at me, he hits me, embarrasses me, humiliates me in front of our friends and he terrifies me so much because I fear he might hit me at any time. Maverick is a thug I fell in love with, and whose real intentions I discovered too late. I can’t report him because he has almost all the entire authorities in central-Brooklyn eating out of the palm of his hands so I’m stuck in tolerating his humiliations. The worst of all, my beautiful four-year-old adores her father like he is a super hero, and I cannot tell her otherwise because she’s too young to understand for now.
I quickly finish doing my dishes and head out to go pick up my daughter from my sister’s house. She helps me babysit every time I am swamped with work and also need to study or hang out with my friends. Being a twenty-three-year-old mom isn’t easy and very demanding, and I’m really grateful my sister helps out along with my friends. The great Maverick never babysits. All he does is come over to my house, forces me to have sex with him, sometimes rape me and demand to see his daughter, spends time with her for like three to four hours and leave. He’s so full of shit.
Annabelle and Talia eat their fruit salad as they try to dissect every aspect of my life. Especially my life with Maverick. They have always hated him right from the moment we started dating. I wish I listened to them, then everything would have been prevented.
“So, what happened when you brought Ashley home yesterday?” Talia asks. Talia, the bold, brave and beauty. She’s the most courageous one of us all and completely outspoken. Her level of bluntness cannot be matched. Even I get scared of her sometimes.
“Nothing. He didn’t come back because I told him not to. I just need him to leave me and my kid alone.”
“And he won’t. As long as you don’t stand up to him and let him keep getting away with all his shenanigans, he won’t leave you alone.”
“Do you think I don’t know that, Talia? I do, and I am trying my best to handle the situation as best as I can.”
“No offence girl, but your best sucks. You should let me call my boys to roughen him up a bit since the authorities cannot do anything about him. He has a lot of enemies here so he would never know the beating was from you.”
Annabelle gives her a light smack on her arm. “That’s such a bad thing to tell her, Talia. Violence is never the best solution.”
“Do tell, what is the best solution?” Talia fires back.
“Maverick deserves the worst of the worst, but we have to also bear it in mind that he’s my father’s daughter. And Ashley adores him so much. I can’t do that to him.” I say to them.
Talia shakes her head in disbelief. “That motherfucker wouldn’t hesitate to kill you, daughter’s mother or not. He is crazy violent like that. He would never think twice if it comes down to it. That man humiliates you, and he put his hands on you. That is just too much, babe.”
“Do you think I don’t know that? I do, but what do you want me to do? I cannot deliberately hurt or harm another human. Thank you for being so concerned about me, but I will be fine.”
Both ladies exchange looks before staring me down like a staring contest. Ever since my parents died back when I was in high school, these ladies have been there for my sister and me. I and my sister were subjected to adverse poverty, and I had to work several jobs to fend for her as her older sister. I managed to get myself into college, but in my second year, I met Maverick and got pregnant. My pregnancy was a really difficult one so I had to drop out to take care of myself. But now though, I attend classes online. Annabelle and Talia never left my side. I can still remember hearing the story of how Talia beat up some girls for talking shit about me in class. They are my support system.
“Are you still in love with him?” Talia asks. Annabelle chuckles. My silence gives her the answer she needed. “How are you still in love with that sleaze ball? What is wrong with you, Crysty?”
“I’m not saying I love him, okay? What I’m trying to say is that there is a sweet man behind all that tough attitude he has going on. I know because I have seen it. He was once so kind and thoughtful. He wasn’t always this beast.”
“I can’t believe you right now, Crystal. Maverick has always been and will always be a beast. Is it until he kills you before you realize what a bastard he is? You need to move on with your life, find yourself a good man and settle down for real.”
“Clap for yourself. You come to my house and talk smack about me. Clap for yourself.” We quickly turn around only to see Maverick leaning against the front door, both hands tucked in his pocket. Oh shit! This isn’t going to end well. I quickly grab Talia’s hand to stop her from doing or saying anything that will aggravate the situation.
“Hello, Maverick.” Annabelle greets him calmly.
“Hello yourself. It is the audacity for me. You come into my house and talk shit about me while my daughter is in her room. Get the fuck out of my house this instant.”
“Your house? Your house, Maverick?” Talia looks ready to jump him.
“Is it yours or is it your bitch-ass friend paying the rent? Watch yourself, Talia. Do not let me unleash my wrath on you. I am more deadly than you think.” Oh, Maverick please shut up.
She charges from the chair to his face. “Who the fuck are you, my boy? You are nothing but a misogynistic bastard. You watch yourself, motherfucker. Crystal is not alone, and the moment I discover a single mark on her body that you put on her, we going to have your funeral and I mean it. You know me, Maverick. You know I am not normal. Be warned because I don’t know why you cannot respect the mother of your child. One more strike and you’re dead, brother. Talking about your house. Do not let me smack you across the face this very moment.”
To be contd……✍️📝
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