I turned down the volume on the radio. I had a headache. The stress of my situation was weighing on my spirit and I couldn’t take it. I sighed “Two more weeks.”
Two more weeks until I was free to move away. Move to another place far away from this mess of a life that I had managed to create here. My job was transferring. Bigger raise. Bigger opportunity. Bigger city.
The promotion spoke volumes about my professional career. My love life on the other hand wasn’t as finalized. I had been dating a man for the last six months. I don’t know if you could really call it dating. It was more of a relationship of convenience. We hooked up when we were available.
He was a Virgo. Moody as hell. Fine, but definitely not a long term option. He didn’t seem to care when I told him about the job offer and move to Chicago. He just grunted “Good for you.” I guess I knew where we stood in those three words. They spoke volumes.
I couldn’t wait to get out of D.C.. So many memories, both good and bad, but Chicago was a new city. Time for a bigger change. I had already connected with some of my sorority sisters and they couldn’t wait for my arrival. I could just imagine the jazz clubs, the deep dish pizza and the winters. I was ready.
I looked around my apartment and tried to finish packing up my life. No real attachments. My walls held the standard black art and my shelves contained the acceptable amount of English and Russian literature to show that I was educated. I had no personal photos of men that I dated or my family. I was too busy.
Always working. Always striving. I was the most accomplished in my family. That in itself spoke volumes.
I grew up dirt poor in Frog Jump, Tennessee. Not much to see, but the minute I graduated, I packed my bags and headed to Atlanta, Georgia. I was a southern girl at heart. I attended a prestigious HBCU, graduated with honors and got a job in NYC. After a few years working my way up the corporate ladder, off to the nation’s capital I ventured to work on my MBA at Johns Hopkins and work in finance.
I just knew that I would find love here. I did. Derek was his name. He was tall, sexy and educated to boot. He was my first real love. He showed me the world. I gave him my all. Including my womb where he planted his seed. We were having a baby. It was unexpected, but I knew that Derek would be excited.
We had talked about children, marriage and a future after we had both established ourselves professionally. We were going to be a power couple. Until the baby. Until the night I told Derek that I was carrying our future. He looked at me with so much power that I knew that he would gather me up in his arms and kiss me.
But, I felt the force of his fist across my eye. The venom and anger in which he hit me with his fists and his words spoke volumes. “You whore!” he screamed. “You know that I am not where I’m supposed to be. You trapped me you slut!”
I laid there as he continued to hit me and kick me. I couldn’t fight back. He was too big. I tried. I cried. I tried to protect my belly.
My neighbor called the police. They broke in. They saved me.
I was another statistic. Another battered woman. My degrees didn’t matter. My job status. My race.
I lost more than my baby that night. I lost a piece of my soul. The quietness of my womb spoke volumes as I lay in my hospital bed.
This piece is inspired by the Daily Post. The word prompt of the day was volume.
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I had mixed feelings as I read this post. Happy for your new raise, career progress and seriously sad about the experience with Derek you shared. Regards.
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LOL. It’s a short story Victor. Not a personal one.
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Oh my God. What a relief to hear that. Thanks.
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Oh my God. What a relief to hear that. Thanks.
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Lol. Yep. Fiction.
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I had the same feelings as Victor and so glad to hear that it is just a story. Sadly though, it is someone’s story. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you
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This is a very powerful story, Tikeetha. I love your writing style.
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Thanks so much Lydia
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🙂
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Oh my goodness I’m so glad it’s fiction for you! Of course not for those who have actually experienced this but wow! So powerful… I felt like everyone else, mixed emotions. Getting mad wanting to give a piece of my mind about Derek. Good thing this particular character is just that lol. It was up and down like a roller coaster. Keep writing and inspiring!
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Thanks so much
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Another dope story! Thanks for sharing
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Thank you.
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I was on the edge the entire time, awesome story. Wish it were longer though. I want her to find him and flip on him like he did her :p
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LOL, Revenge is a dish best served cold Etta. She might. I’ll look into it.
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😉 I have a diabolical mind. The end would’ve involved finding and torturing for sure.
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I thought it was your personal story too but really relived that it was a response to the daily prompt. A great story by the way. Says a lot in a few lines.
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Thank you so much.
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Thank god this is fiction, it felt so real. You write very nicely with deep emotion’s
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Thank you so much. Yep, completely fiction. I am happy that it felt real. It’s difficult to imagine, but I’m sure there have been women who’ve been in that situation.
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Ah! This is real life for many women! Unfortunately many never get saved or create a way out. You have great storytelling skills!
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Thanks sis. I want people to be drawn into the characters experience.
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I definitely was.
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Powerful!!!
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Thanks so much
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I longed to reach out and throttle that man….knowing now it’s just a story I feel calmer, but damn….what a tale…One I’m sure so many in this world have lived through (or not sadly) Great piece Tikeetha ❤
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Thank you so much. I am trying to share the stories of the victims.
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Thanks so much This is existent spirit for many women!
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