Love is patient.
Love is blind.
"Bitch.. YOU DON'T FUCKING LISTEN. You are mine forever."
"DION STOP," I scream as I try to get out of his tight grip.
" Hoe if I can't have you" *cocks gun* "NO one can."
"Dion please nooooo."
I jump up out of my sleep in a pool of sweat with my heart racing.
"It felt so real", I thought to myself.
Yet, it did not feel as real as the scars from our "altercation" from last night. He only hits me because he loves me, so he says. I know this ain't love, but what am I supposed to do? I can't just leave. This is all I know.
Nautica Amarie Miller-Ingram . That's the real me. But, I go by Nami (NAH-me). I've lived a.. normal life.. I think. I mean when you live a certain lifestyle so long, you think that this is the norm. I grew up in Berkeley, CA, as a child I had an amazing childhood. I had both of my parents in the home, and when I was about 7 moma had my twin sisters, Normi and Naomi.
When I turned 15 daddy left moma for another woman, and within a month of him leaving it all went downhill from there. Momma lost us to the system, because she got too deep in her addiction to take care of us. Luckily, Granny Harriet was up and able to take the three of us in and move us out to Los Angeles with her, or else, I don't know who or where we'd be by now.
Now I'm 23, in college at UCLA, majoring in Business Administration with a minor in Biology. I am working, going to school, keeping my side "hustles" going, taking care of my little sisters, and my grandma. It's a lot, but I make it do what it does, because now I have 3 people depending on me.
By day I am Nautica, by night I am Diamond. Yes, if you haven't guessed it I am an exotic dancer. Not a stripper, don't get it confused. I dance, I don't take my clothes off. I shake a lil ass
here and there, but I am not getting naked for no nigga, but my nigga.
My boyfriend's name is D, but his real name is Dion. I met him at the club, he came in one day with his homies and they had a lil booth or whatever, and I was assigned as their waitress for the night, and he thought I was fly, and I knew he was fly and we really just went from there.
Our relationship started out good in the beginning. He was the perfect boyfriend. Sweet, caring and was willing to drop a bag on ya girl quick . Then one day, he came to the club straight tripping, because I was giving a customer a lap dance..
" I'm a dancer nigga what you expect?"
"Bitch.." he says as he snatches me out of my customers lap, and walks me to the back. " What the fuck is wrong with you huh? I told yo ratchet ass no up close dances. You shake yo ass on stage and that's it."
"Dion", I say in a low and annoyed voice. " You cannot control my every move dude. I'm grown and I need to make my money one way or another."
He smacks me to the floor.
" Don't you ever talk to me like that ever again Nautica."
I sit on the floor whimpering as I feel warm blood droplets trickle down my lip.
"BITCH LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!"
I spit out the blood, and look up at him with the most hatred look I can make on my face.
"Now listen Nami," he says and he squats down to be directly eye level with me. " After tonight.. If you can't follow my directions, then you better direct your ass to a new hustle."
"What," I say as I continue to wipe blood from my lip. " What am I supposed to do D? Huh? My day job doesn't even cover the rent. I can't just up and leave because you don't like a required part of my job. "
He looks in my face, grins and lets out a little chuckle that says, " You don't get it do you?"
"Get what?"
" I own you," he says as he stands up straight and looks down on me as if I am the most disgusting, useless thing he's evr laid his eyes on .
" You'll do whatever I tell you"
