The Alpha’s Human Mate

Diamond I laid on the floor of my son’s room, clutching my side as it throbs in pain. My boys, Eli and Ezekiel, were in their cribs, crying in fear as I tried standing up after this beating that came out of nowhere from their father, Don. He had been left the house, going back to drink with his friends and cheat on me with Bethany, his new flavor of the month. Let me back up a moment and introduce myself. My name is Diamond Stevenson, and I’m a 31 year old African American woman living in Arizona. I am dating Don, the father of my twin boys, and the man I thought I was in love with for two years. It wasn’t bad in the beginning when we first started dating, but after I got pregnant, everything took a 180. First started with the mental abuse and seclusion from my family. Then after I lost my job due to my boss hating the fact that I was taller and older than his preferred dynamic of employees, I found out that I was pregnant. Then started the emotional abuse as the pregnancy progressed. The first time he hit me, I had fallen asleep after cleaning up the house and forgot to cook dinner for him while 6 months pregnant with the twins. I had to wear heavy makeup on my face for two weeks before it healed. He apologized at first, saying that he was stressed from work and worrying about getting everything ready for the babies due date, and bought me a amethyst necklace, knowing that it was my favorite stone, and I forgave him. But as time passed, he started beating me more frequently and told me that I was unattractive with how much weight I put on during the pregnancy. At 8 and a half months, I saw a text message from a woman named Tricia, saying that she couldn’t wait until he came back and started mentioning some very explicit memories of their time together yesterday. When I questioned him, he began yelling at me and started punching me in the face, and then he pushed me hard into the wall to where my water broke and I started having contractions immediately. He sat there in our room on the bed and watched me go into labor for 40 minutes then told me to put some makeup on and get ready to go to the hospital in 30 minutes, or he’d leave me here to give birth by myself. After rushing to get ready in 25 minutes and painstakingly making my way to his car with my hospital bag and the car seats, he drove me to the hospital and warned me not to say anything or he’d take it out on the babies immediately. After a grueling 19 hours of labor with no epidural, since he forbade me from getting one, I gave birth to my two perfect twin boys, Eli and Ezekiel. They thankfully looked like the male versions of myself, with heads full of straight dark brown newborn hair, big expressive hazel eyes, and light brown skin that will darken as they age. I got to name them myself, since Don left me to go drinking with his friends and hadn’t been by to see them yet. He told me before that he didn’t want to be in the hospital waiting to go home and told me to only call him when we’ve been discharged. What started this last beating from Don is that when I named the twins, either in an act of defiance, or preparation for my last attempt in my escape, I never put his name onto the birth certificates. When they arrived in the mail a few weeks later, he read them and his eyes grew dark. He then backhanded me to the floor and dragged me by my hair to our twins room and started accusing me of cheating on him and not put on the birth certificates on purpose. He then started kicking, punching and slapping me for the next 10 minutes, ignoring the screams of the twins until he got tired. He then told me to clean up my mess before he got back from going out and left my laying in the middle of the floor. After waiting for him to slam the door and drive off, I started picking myself up and packed up my important documents and then I packed the twins diaper bag. I had gotten my income taxes back earlier that day and put the money into a new account that he didn’t have access to and used it to buy three one way tickets to the last place he would think to look for us, our home state of Illinois. He forgot that I was from there and assumed that I was from Kansas, where I previously lived with my mother and siblings. When I checked in at the airport and settled down to wait for our plane home, I proceeded to block Don on everything that I could think of where he could track me down and force me back to his house. The last thing I did was typed him one last message. It said “I am done with you for good. I am leaving with the twins and you won’t be able to find me where I’m going. I’ve already blocked you on everything and deleted all of my accounts, so you can’t find me that way. I don’t want to see you ever again.” I sent that right before takeoff and then I shut off my phone for the plane ride. The boys did very well for their first time flying and the stewardesses fawned over them the whole time. When we landed, a driver, that I had set up prior to leaving Arizona, was holding a sign with my last name at the arrival gate. He then helped me with the car seats and drove us through the city, only stopping once at a phone store so that I could get a new phone and number,until we reached our destination, an old two story house with a basement on the west side of Chicago. My mother, who had passed last year due to an unexpected illness, had moved back here with my sister to her old home where she grew up in an had started renovating it to fix it up to her needs. After her passing, my sister, Cleo, had decided to travel the world, and left the keys with a distant cousin for whichever one of our siblings wanted to move in. I called her old number, hoping that it was still the same after the last time we talked before the pregnancy. She picked up on the second ring, and when she said hello, I couldn’t stop myself from crying. She let me gather myself after a few minutes, and I started telling her what had happened after the last time I called her. Once I got everything out, she paused for so long, i thought that she had hung up on me. She said that the house was mine to have, since she and our two brothers, Malakai and Jerome, had signed over everything to me the previous month. She said “ We knew that it was bad for you, just not how bad. We did this just in case you ever got free from Don. Malakai and Jerome want to go find him and give him a good beating.””NO! I don’t want them to get into trouble for me. And they have their own children and wives to think about. I just want to forget about Don and start healing for my twins to have a good life.”