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teeth. “I will fuck you up! Keep your hands to your damn self!”
    “Nigga, you pushed me first!” I cried. He opened his mouth to respond but the door flew open and Quan and Shaun came running in! “Get the fuck off of me, Tre!” Tears were streaming from my eyes. We’d fought before and yes he’d pushed me before but he’d never hit me. This wasn’t the Tre that I’d spent the past seven and a half years with. I didn’t know this man that was on top of me staring down at me with so much anger in his eyes. The only logical explanation was that there was another woman. I could tell by the sudden change in his attitude. He’d been acting strange for the past two weeks, leaving to go to Walmart in the middle of the night, leaving the room every time that his phone rang and getting defensive about everything. Those were sure signs that he was back to his old habits but this time shit was going to be different because I wasn’t having it. “I said get off of me!” I screamed.
    “Get off of her daddy!” Shaun cried and began tugging at Tre’s arm trying to get him off of me.
    Quan ran over and punched Tre on the arm! “Yeah let her go!”
    Tre let go of my arms and eased up off of me. I noticed that his face was bleeding but that wasn’t good enough! I got up off of the bed and ran over to him. He tried to block what he saw coming but I was too quick for him! I slapped the cowboy shit of him! Not once but I got two good ones in! “You no good motherfucka! You come dragging in here after one in the morning, got bitches texting your phone and then you are going to put your hands on me!” I tried to slap him again but he managed to block that one. “You got me fucked up!”
    “Mama stop!” Shaun and Quan yelled. I looked back at my boys. They were both standing up on the bed watching us and crying. That image of them broke my heart. I looked back at Tre, standing there in his boxers out of breath, his chest heaving up and down. “Get your shit and get the fuck out!”
              He got in my face! “This is my shit! You don’t work no motherfuckin’ where! I pay all the bills in here so I ain’t going nowhere!”
    “You want to bet?” I challenged not backing down.
    “Please stop mama!” Shaun cried. He jumped down off of the bed and ran over to us getting between the two of us. “I don’t want y’all to fight!”
    Tre walked past me and out of the room. I didn’t bother to follow him. “Y’all go back to bed.” I told the boys. They looked hesitant like they didn’t want to go. “Go ahead, mama is okay.” I assured them. They left out of the room. I went into the bathroom and cleaned my face up. Being that I was so light I’d already started to bruise and I knew that it would be much worst in the morning. I looked at my face in the mirror. “Fuck!”
     
     
                                                           
    Kisha
     
    I woke up later that morning and got the boys ready for school. After they’d gotten dressed I cooked breakfast like I did every morning.
    “Ma, why does your face have all of that purple stuff on it?” Quan asked referring to the bruises on my face. “It’s everywhere! Ain’t it Shaun?”
    Shaun nodded his head. I’d already stood in the bathroom mirror for several minutes before waking them just staring at the bruises on my face. I choked back tears as I thought back to the events that had taken place just a few hours earlier. Tre hadn’t seemed like his self at all. Never in a million years had I thought that he would ever put his hands on me. I knew that it was time to let go but I wasn’t sure if I could. Even now, I was trying to think of excuses as to why he would stoop so low, him putting his hands on me was hard to accept.
    “Quan eat your oatmeal. You don’t have long before it’ll be time for y’all to go out to the bus stop.” I told him trying to change the subject.
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