"Dave let me f*****g go!" I shouted while tears streamed down my eyes, we were in his condo (which I don't understand how he still even had after being in prison for almost three years) and he was in front of the door blocking me from leaving.
"Can't let you do that ma" He said. "You might as well stop." I continued to push and nudge and fight to the door, "Morgan do you really wanna do this!" He yelled, "You gettin' me mad tight yo'."
"I don't give a f**k let me out!" I cried, "You just killed my f*****g husband!"
He slapped me in my face and I fell onto the ground. His veins were popping out his forehead, "Stop calling that nigga yo husband. I was suppose to be yo' fuckin' husband!"
At this point I didn't want to be scared, I wanted to fight back, I got up and clawed his face. Scream
