"So if not for love then for what Jesse?"

"Simple, I wanted a maid who would cook, clean, and cater to my every need. And someone who I could have sex with whenever I wanted. But you got even fatter and then, even that had to stop."

"You are such a bastard. Fine, we can get a divorce no problem."

"Oh I don't think you understand, you are mine, doll, my property and my wife."

"Fuck you Jesse, I'm leaving and that's that. So cook your own damn dinner, wash your own clothes and take care of yourself."

I turned away from the stove and started walking away. He grabbed me and pulled me towards his chest.

"You go where I tell you you can go!"

"Fun how I went shopping today and you didn't say shit. Now get the fuck off of me, I'm out of here!"

I snatched away from him and started off to our bedroom. I grabbed a suitcase out of the closet and threw it on the bed. I rushed back over to the dresser and grabbed an armful of clothes. I was so tired of him and this dysfunctional ass marriage! Who the fuck did this guy think he was? I was Aviyah Simmons and damn it, it was time I became her again. Before meeting this joke of a man, I was on top of the world, hell, I had an empire of plus sized clothing stores before I met him, and he forced me to sell them all just so I could be his "maid." 

Well fuck that! I was getting my life back, starting tonight.

"Aviyah, what the fuck did I just say?!" He growled

"Don't care Jesse. Call one of your sluts up, I'm sure they'll take care of you."

I turned my back on him and continued packing. I was so pissed and hurt right now, and I damn sure needed to get out of here. I was done being Jesse Bellamy's doormat. I didn't need this.

I felt him grab my arm and wrench it harshly behind my back, shoving me towards the bed.

"Ow Jessie, you're hurting me!" I yelled, trying to swipe at him with my other hand

"Shut up!" He growled

He hoisted me up harshly and slapped me twice across the face, sending me spiraling to the foor. I looked at him with tears of anger welling up in my eyes, oooh he was gonna pay one day.

"You little bitch! What, you thought all of a sudden you could stand up to me and that would be that?" He asked, kicking me in the side

The wind was knocked out of me, and I tried a feeble attempt of crawling away towards the door to try and escape, but that wasn't happening. He yanked me back by my hair and slammed me on my back, forcing me to look up at him.

"You made Anna leave and you ruined my night. You know your fucking place Aviyah, you cook, clean, and then you shut up and disappear so I won't have to look at you anymore. And now, you have the nerve to actually stand up to me?" He roared

Despite my hurting ribs, I stood up and met him eye to eye. If I died tonight, I was going out with a fight. So, to start, I spit in his face. And before he had the chance to register what I had done, I slapped and then kneed him in his groin. He fell to the floor in a heap screaming out obscenities as I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a cast iron skillet. Welp, if I was going to jail, I might as well make the bastard pay for what he was doing to me. I calmly walked back into the bedroom and saw his pathetic ass still sprawled on the floor, holding his abused nuts and crying like a bitch. I smirked to myself as I kicked him hard in his back, making him cry out and grip the area I had just kicked.

"Shut up!" I yelled at him, letting the iron skillet come down to hit his hip

I heard a sickening crack and he howled and immediately I dropped the pan feeling sick. I couldn't stoop to his level, not like this.

"Aviyah, call the ambulance please! I think you broke my hip!" He screamed

And that's exactly what I went to go do. They were there within fifteen minutes and opening the door. I felt immensely guilty but...good at the same time. The police arrived with him too and I had given  them my information and my statement. It turns out that I actually did break Jesse's hip. But when officers saw my bruises and cuts, they decided to take me to the hospital to see what other damage I  had. I agreed with them and went with them to the hospital.

Thinking back on it, I should've left a long time ago. When he went on those "business trips" every week, I had the chance to leave then. When my friends and family often came over to make sure I was still alive, I should've left then. 

There were a few times I had actually left, but they only ever lasted a week before he was knocking on my sister's door begging me back with flowers and false ass promises.

I hated the name Jesse Bellamy, and I hope I never hear it again.

But how practical was that?

Following behind the ambulance to the hospital, I was seething in anger and fear. Anger from this man now getting to play the victim and me possibly to be the one persecuted. And fear from all of the years of damage others would get to see.  That was so embarrassing to be seen as someone's doormat and punching bag.

But once I parked at the hospital, I had to swallow those worries and be the big girl I was supposed to be. 

I got out of my mercedes and walked into the front doors and straight for the front desk, checking in. Within ten minutes,  doctor was coming out to get me. He was also flanked by police officers.

My heart sank. This was it, as soon as I was examined, it was off to the big house. 

I guess it was time to face the music.

I walked up to the three men nervous and it was probably severely apparent on my face.

"Mrs Bella-"

"Please, call me Miss Simmons." I said before the doctor could finish

He seemed a bit taken aback but nodded and showed be through the swinging doors.

"Alright then, Miss Simmons, we're gonna run some tests on you, do some X-rays and then the police are going to ask you a few questions."

I nervously looked towards them and their faces gave nothing away. They probably thought I was guilty and couldn't wait to slap cuffs on me.

"Now hold up just a minute! I know y'all aren't taking my girl without waiting for me." I heard a yell ring out.

Ah, there was Hazel now. I was wondering when she'd figure out where I'd went. We all stopped in our tracks as Hazel came through the doors we had just come through.

"Ma'am you can't go back there!" I heard another voice yell.

"The hell I can't! Avy, there you are, I was worried sick about you!"

About three orderlies were in hot pursuit when the doctor behind me stopped them.

"You know her?" The doctor asked me

"Yeah, that's my friend Hazel."

"Guys, she's fine." He told the people behind Hazel, ready to grab her at a moment's command

They left and Hazel rushed to my side.

"Avy are you okay? What did that bastard do to you?"

She hugged me and I groaned in pain as she squeezed my bruised ribs. She quickly pulled back as I held my side.

"I knew he was bad news. Look at you."

I saw tears welling up in her eyes and couldn't help but look away. I hated causing people problems.

"Ma'am, we have to run some tests on Aviyah to make sure that she doesn't have some internal bleeding."

The way my ribs ached, I wouldn't be surprised if I did.

"Internal bleeding?" Hazel asked visibly upset.

"Yes. Aviyah, could you tell me what happened tonight?" The doctor asked me

As he led me into a room, I recounted everything that had happened, even what I did myself. The police took their notes, told me that they would be in touch, and left. After that, the doctor ran some tests on me. He took blood, swabs, did X-rays and then had me go back into the room to wait. Hazel was right there with me, even when the hours got early. 

I hated tests in hospitals, they always took forever. My eyes started to droop as it was almost five am.

"I'll wake you up when they come back"

And sleep I did