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in month seven that dream became a hellish nightmare that she would awaken from and then revisit time and time again over the course of eighteen months.
    Two years total.
    That was how long Lisette Jones endured love before she would die and be reborn.
    The nightmare first began on a brutally hot Fourth of July. It had been ninety-five degrees without the humidity. With the humidity, it felt like Satan’s bedroom. They’d been at a friend of Jamil’s for his annual pool party that Jamil had been going to since he’d been a freshman in high school. This was her first time attending. It was also the first time she was going to get to be around any of his friends for a prolonged period of time.
    She’d only ever questioned him a couple of times as to why they could never stay long at hangouts or why they always seemed to be going when his friends had been coming. Each time Jamil’s response had been the same.
    â€œI hate sharing you with others for too long.”
    Her vision blurred by love, she hadn’t been able to see through the bullshit. Jamil Parker liked to be in control. She’d known it because he decided everything they did and everywhere they went. But the pool party would be the first of one too many demonstrations of the level of control he had to have.
    Days before the party, she’d gone shopping for a new swimsuit. She wanted to look good for herself and, more importantly, she wanted to look good for her man. She wanted his friends to envy him. He had what they couldn’t. When she walked out in her push-up bikini top and string bottom, heads would turn, women would suck their teeth, and the men would, undoubtedly, call Jamil “The Man.”
    She wanted that for him and she’d been determined to have that happen. Unfortunately for her, Jamil cared less about being the man and more about everyone staring at her. He hadn’t seen the outfit prior to her putting it on, but when he did, all hell had broken loose.
    â€œWhat the fuck is that?”
    They’d been in his friend’s guest bedroom, changing. Earlier plans in the day had prevented them from being able to show up already dressed.
    â€œWhat do you mean?” His harsh tone had caught her off guard.
    â€œWhat the fuck are you wearing?”
    â€œYou . . . you don’t like it?”
    â€œYou’re practically fucking naked.”
    â€œNaked? Jamil, it’s just a bikini. Relax.”
    â€œRelax? With you trying to parade your ass and tits around for my boys to stare at?”
    â€œIt’s just a bikini, Jamil. Were you blind when we got here? I’m not the only female wearing one.”
    â€œI don’t give a fuck about the other bitches here!” Jamil yelled, his eyes dark with anger. “You’re not walking out that door in some shit like that!”
    â€œBut, Jamil–”
    â€œBitch, what the fuck did I just tell you! Take that shit off. You ain’t wearing that.”
    â€œBut–”
    She hadn’t been able to say anything else because before she could, she was backhanded viciously across her mouth.
    As she stumbled and fell back against the dressing table, Jamil said, “Bitch, don’t you know how to follow directions? I told you to take that fucking thing off. I didn’t tell you to say shit else!”
    Her bottom lip split, she stared in stunned silence as she tasted her blood, while the man she loved stood menacingly, his eyes slit, his nostrils flared, his teeth bared, and his hands balled into tight fists. She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know what to think or to do.
    He’d hit her.
    No one ever had before.
    For the first time ever, she was scared and that fear knotted up in the middle of her throat.
    Tears began to well up and fall from her eyes as Jamil’s chest heaved up and down.
    â€œI can’t believe you were trying to embarrass my ass, looking like a fucking stripper.”
    She shook