Love Don't Have to Hurt
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My aim was off, catching John off guard. The fire in his eyes let me know he was about to kill my ass. He aimed his gun at me and I closed my eyes, preparing for the bullet that was about to tear through my flesh.
Click, was the only thing I heard. When I opened my eyes, I saw that John’s gun had jammed. Before he could rush towards me and knock the gun out of my shaking hands, I fired another shot, this time hitting him in the leg, causing him to kneel down in pain.
“Fuck, you shot me. You little stupid bitch, you shot me!” he screamed out in pain.
“Yes, I did, and now I’m going to kill you,” I replied, sending a perfect shot between his eyes, ending his life. The sight of his brain matter scattered everywhere caused me to be sick to my stomach. I laid on the floor and started vomiting everywhere.
Once I was able to get myself together, I got up and slowly walked over to John’s phone and picked it up. I could feel myself dipping in and out of consciousness, but I had to get help. Fighting through the pain and the blurred vision, I dialed 9-1-1.
“9-1-1, what is your emergency?” the operator asked.
“I killed him,” I said, before falling to the ground.
Chapter 25
Aimesha
Epilogue
(Five years later)
There wasn’t a single dry eye in the room once my mother and I finished speaking on our horrific experience, being domestic violence victims. That night I killed John, the police were already out searching for me. When my uncle left the gym that night, he noticed my car still in the parking lot, next to my shattered phone, which alerted him. He immediately contacted the police and told them everything about the abuse I suffered at the hands of John. My family was more than certain he was the one that kidnapped me since he was released earlier that day on bail.
While I laid in the hospital bed, recovering from the fractured jaw, broken nose, broken ribs, mild concussion and all the bruises John decorated my body with, two police officers walked in my room. I remembered thinking, damn, I was really about to go to jail for killing my abuser. The thought of being caged up like I’ve been in my relationship with John had my blood pressure sky rocketing.
When the doctors were finally able to calm me down, the police informed me that no charges were being pressed against me since I acted in self-defense. They saw in the system where I had already filed charges against John for domestic violence, so there wasn’t anything they could charge me with. That day, I felt like a big weight was lifted off my shoulders, especially when Alex flew down and sat with me in the hospital until I got better.
Five years later and I was the happiest I’ve ever been in my entire life. My bruises and scars were all gone, my hair was back to its regular length, I was married to the man of my dreams and expecting our first child. Together, my mother and I decided to open a non-profit organization called Purple Diamonds to raise awareness for domestic violence victims. We offered counseling and housing assistance for those who were ready to leave their situation, but had nowhere to go.
I did get my degree in science and was currently working on obtaining my PHD, but for now, I was enjoying helping these victims. Every time I would look in one of their eyes, I would make sure to stress that love wasn’t supposed to hurt. The joy my heart experienced when we were able to help a victim get out of their unhealthy situation, was unexplainable.
“You were great up there baby,” my husband Alex said.
“Thank you baby,” I smiled, kissing his lips.
It took us a lot of time to get where we were today, and I was grateful for him being patient with me. He stood by my side while I went through my therapy session in order to get myself mentally well. Alex never pushed or forced me to do anything, he simply supported me and encouraged me to keep pushing. He showed me I was beautiful, even when I felt like I was ugly. Any man that was willing to go through the bad with you, was a man that deserved the good in you. That is why I said yes when he asked for my hand in marriage.
“Baby, guess what.”
“I’m listening,” he replied.
“I found out the sex of our baby,” I beamed.
“Damn, without me?” he frowned.
Alex had just gotten home from a three game road trip, and in that time frame, he missed my doctor’s appointment that revealed the sex of our baby. It took me a while to get use to and comfortable with his crazy NFL hours, but the trust I had for my husband made everything easier. He was named one of the NFL top fifty sexiest player, he was a two-time Super Bowl MVP champ, so women were constantly throwing themselves at him. It took a lot of work within myself, but now when a woman would compliment my husband, I would smile and say “Yup, I’m one lucky woman.”
“What are we having?” he anxiously asked.
“A girl,” I jumped up and down.
“Hey there, calm down before you give my daughter shaken baby syndrome,” he said, grabbing me by my waist and planting a firm kiss to my lips.
Despite me losing Johan as a friend, due to me killing her brother, everything was perfect. Out of all people, I thought she would be the one to understand the circumstances, since she experienced her brother beating me first hand, but I guess she didn’t see it that way. I was crazy to think that she would chose me over her own flesh and blood, that is why I held no ill feelings towards her. Even when she tried her hardest to seek reasons to have me arrested for her brother’s death, I still loved her.
My mother was now dating a new man, who treated her like royalty. At first, I was worried about her because she decided to cut all contact with the dating world, but when Mr. Melvin came around, I was relieved. Mr. Melvin actually worked hand in hand with Purple Diamonds, his company was who we used to clean out and fix things in the apartments for our victims. My aunt Shanice and Uncle Jordan were still the power couple that everyone wanted to be like. Shameeka was now in New York, attending fashion school, and Carol and Roger decided it was time to start traveling the world. They were now in China, with Europe being next on their list. Most importantly, the relationship between my mother, grandmother, and I was a bond that was strong, it would take a lot to break. I felt good bringing my daughter into this world with all this positivity I was surrounded by.
“After you have this baby, I gotta fill you up with a son,” my husband said, rubbing my belly.
“Can we focus on having this baby first before you start talking about another one?” I asked, playfully rolling my eyes at him.
“Yeah ok, just know six weeks after you have my daughter, it’s going down,” he replied, causing me to giggle. Every time I looked in this man’s eyes, I could see his love for me dancing in them.
“I love you baby,” I said, meaning every word.
“I love you too.”
What I had with John was unhealthy; that wasn’t love. Love was supposed to be beautiful and kind, not vicious and degrading. Love don’t have to hurt. It took me falling in love with a real man to realize the truth behind that.
THE END!!
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