Loving A Philly Hustler 2 by Tyvia Wilson

Author:Tyvia Wilson [Wilson, Tyvia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Talehia Presents
Published: 2016-06-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Ka’marae

The Next Night…

I fought with my body as I tried to lay comfortably, but my breast were giving me complete hell. I wanted to wake Devonte up and tell him that I was in pain, but I knew it’s been a long week for him and he needed the rest.

The next morning, I was at my most nauseated moment yet. I quickly got up out of the bed and ran to the bathroom before I vomited into the toilet. Tears rushed down my face as I dropped down to my knees and struggled to let it all out. I was truly exhausted and felt like I was on my last ounce of strength, but I knew that I had to keep pushing just until the right time came to tell Devonte.

I cleaned myself up and the bathroom, before I headed to the kitchen to look for something to eat. Knowing that I probably wasn't going to hold down for more than a couple of hours. I didn’t know if it was going to be worse than not having anything in my stomach at all. Taking a notice that we didn't have any groceries, I decided to go ahead and make a trip to the grocery store.

I walked back into our bedroom and began quietly sliding on my clothes. Just as I finished putting on my sweat pants, Devonte moved around under the sheets. He looked up a little until he noticed I was getting dress.

“Where you going bae?” he asked as he began to climb out of the bed.

“Just to the store… We don't have any groceries and I wanted to cook you something for breakfast,” I explained. He lightly smiled as he approached me and kissed me on my forehead

“I'll go, you stay.”

“But Devonte I-”

“It's too dangerous, besides I'll be quicker anyway. You just stay here and chill out.” I slightly rolled my eyes because once again Devonte is keeping me stuffed in this house like I'm some kind of animal. I'm very aware that he wants nothing to happen to me and wants me to be safe but I should at least get some type of freedom

“Devonte why can't I go? I've been here since we got back from L.A.,” I complained.

“You already know why Ka’marae,” he sternly said as he dug into his dresser and end up sliding on a white shirt.

“Because you're afraid that I'm going to get killed. Devonte, I'm a grown ass woman,” I argued.

“Who's the biggest fucking target right now in Philly? You gotta understand, baby, it's only best for you.”

“No it's not. Caging me in here is really starting to make me depressed. The highest amount of times I've been out of this house was two or three times and that's it.”

“I'm going with you, whether you like it or not. It is what it is,” I said as I grabbed his car keys off the counter and made my way to his car. He still attempted to keep me hostage here, but I didn’t care, I wasn’t about to stay cooped up in his house all day every single day.

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