(Chpt.11-09) Flashbacks⌛️

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Chapter Eleven
-Fucking up-
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:: A week later, September 8th ::
(Jacob's Pov)

*Dialing sound*📞

Hearing the phone steady dialing, I leaned up against the wall to await for her answer.

"You have reached the voicemail of..........Hey this is Dyme and *Desiree babbles something* and we're sorry we can't pick up the phone right now-- no don't press the but--"

I chuckled at her voicemail and hung the phone back up, still not getting any luck with reaching her. Its been a week since I got here and..I've been calling everyday. Its clear that she doesn't want to talk to me....but....I just wanted to tell her I'm sorry and my side of the story. I don't even recall ever hitting her like that..., it's still unrealistic to me that I would go off. And on her of all people.....now if it was Chris....maybe I could see that since she's annoying but I still would've never put my hands on a female.

But apparently....I did and now...I'm paying for it.

Suddenly Dead Eye came around the corner, with Mac and Dre at his side of course. The nigga with the skull ring a bell? Yeah, they call him Dead Eye and now I know a little more about his crew too.

"Ha....you still tryna call ya girl huh. She don't wanna talk to the nigga that hit her, fuck you don't understand" Dead Eye said, getting up in my face.

"Whatever" I said, walking away from him until...

"Yeah get ya punk-ass back in yo cell" he pushed me.

I regained my footing again and pushed him back in a reflex. Watching him fall back into the phones when I did.

"Oh you fucking bold now!" he rushed up angrily, gripping my collar and pinning me against the wall in a choke hold.

"Get the fuck off me--" I growled, trying to move his hands the best I could.

He moved his rough dry hands to my neck instead, squeezing on both sides to apply pressure. I struggled to breathe immediately, looking around at the crowd of inmates watching this shit happen. In his hold, I started having flashbacks. Flashbacks to when I was in his place doing this to Dyme in fact.

My memory was coming back to me. Showing me the incident piece by piece how she ended up in the grip of my hand. I could see the look in her eye, scared for her life as I squeezed her tighter until she cried for me to stop hurting her--

"Hey! Stop it!" A guard pulled us apart, pinning Dead Eye on the wall.

*
(Dyme's Pov)

"I'm going home" I told Selena, hanging up my apron in my locker.

"Deuces D" she said, still watching her phone as always.

I left her alone and grabbed my pocketbook from off the chair, coming from out the back to exit the diner completely. From there, I found my car in the mildly crowed parking lot and got into the driver seat, pulling off and making my way back home.

*

"Hey....there goes mommy" Kel said to Des, just as I'm walking in and closing the door.

"Heyy" I came up to them on the couch and took a seat.

I grabbed Desiree from Kel's lap, seeing her reaching out her tiny arms towards me. "Hey, you miss me" I kissed her, getting all up in her face with my love.

"So, how was work?" Kel asked me, leaning backwards.

"It was okay,....I got a couple big tips" I shrugged.

"I'm sure you did, wearing that red lipstick all the time..."

I blushed. "Gotta have my money maker" I smirked.

"You know Jay keeps calling the house in the mornings, you still don't feel comfortable yet?"

"Um...........no not yet"

"Why don't you wanna talk to him D, didn't you tell me it was...like an accident or something?"

"I don't know anymore, I don't anything that happen. I just know that.....I cut him off and after that he attacked me. With our own daughter in his hands, he...um.............." I looked down at my legs. ...it was so hard for me to talk about it.

"Are you afraid to talk to him?" She asked, causing the room to go silent for a minute.

I didn't answer her right away, I was still weighting my options if I truly was or not and... "Yes.....I am scared" I confessed.

I never been scared of anyone other than myself. It was myself that got me hurt,....got me pregnant......cut slits into my arm and the list goes on and on. I was my biggest fear for a long time..., just until...I forgave myself and accepted the life I was living. My daughter was souley my reason to keep going in life, no matter how shitty and unworthy I felt.....I knew I was at least something to her.

But now.....deep down....I was afraid. I don't know if I'm afraid of Jacob...or just the incident itself. Or even simply both. That night really got to me. Now I'm suffering in reliving those...hard moment every time I close my eyes. When I went to bed......I saw him. I saw him at my bedside watching me, watching me with the same fucking look in his eyes when he was choking me. Sometimes he grabbed me from the bed......, sometimes it went right back to being in Desiree's room all over again. But last night's nightmare.....took the cake.

"Why are you afraid of him, he just wasn't himself right? He was acting different--"

"I know that already. I know he was doing some kind of drug or something but........it really doesn't make a difference. It was the same man. The same man I danced with at the prom, the same one who was with me at the birth of our child, the one I laid down with more than anyone, the one who spent nights at my house just days before......, the same man I introduced to my family back in January. He was the same damn person....., the same angry person I knew and loved from the beginning"

"So you really think.....that Jacob would ever harm you? I'm talking about the real Jay"

"I never thought he would either Kel but he did. Wether he was on shit or not.....it was still him. Its not like he was a completely different individual, it was Jay. My Jay. My baby daddy. My love....my protector *cries* ....and he wasn't there to protect me that night. How could he protect me from himself" I started to cry.

Crying in my hands, I released Des from my arms and bent over. Feeling Kehlani rub on my back as I cried yet again.

"No one knows what I'm going through--.......I'm at war with my own head. I know it wasn't really him.......Jay would never hurt me......but he did okay. He punched me and dislocated my jaw. He gave me a black eye and casused me to fall on my glass vase downstairs. He choked me.....no matter how much I fought back or cried for him to stop. He wouldn't listen. I had a nightmare last night--a really really bad one--"

"What happened?"

I sat up and wiped my eyes and mouth. "We were back in her room again.....but this time. This time he choked me out completely--......he killed me and I fell to the ground. *cries* He left Desiree there on the floor with me.....while he just left. She cried over my dead body, screaming "mommy" and I couldn't do anything.......*cries* I couldn't do anything--" I broke down in her arms.

She hugged me tighter as I cried and grabbed the back of her shaking. I knew Desiree was a watching us from the floor, but I think she was used to seeing mommy cry like this by now. I've been breaking down ever since, cutting myself so the pain could stop but it never did. I never woke up from a pleasant dream anymore...

*Sound of Dyme crying*

"You need to get out of this house......., it's trapping you I bet" She said, fingering through my hair.

"Where are we going to go...?" I asked, sniffling.

"Anywhere but stay in here. Its not good to stay in here with all the stuff that happened, it's killing you Dyme. It's making you depressed and afraid"

Sitting up from her chest now, I started to look around my house. Maybe she was right, maybe it was the house in a way. I could barely go into Desiree's room without looking behind my back.

"I think you should move out of Miami completely. Get away from all this negative energy, you know. You're about to have another kid anyways. You need to be positive and stable for them...."

"Yeah.." I agreed.

"Come back to L.A. with me.."

"California?" I looked at her.

"Yeah, California's a great place for you to clear your mind. It's beautiful and beaches are just a few blocks away. I think it'll be good for you..."

"I don't know. What about paying for it? What about James? What about my family here? What about my job?"

"It's just a thought okay but I would help you pay for it. I can get us there, get you a nice house and a job. I would look out for you babe, don't ever think that I would leave you hanging like that. Not when you're carrying both of my god babbies" She chuckled.

Hey thanks for reading💞
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--Tay😙

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Q: Should Dyme move to Cali?🌞⛅

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