So there we are. He, choking the shit out of me with my spit running down his face and me, trying to think quick.

"Oh, I know you got a muthafucking problem." He screamed at me as his open hand fell upon the right side of my face.

I wasn't going to let him get the best of me, hell I fought broads bigger than him in high school. I lifted up my left leg and got him in his family jewels. You know he dropped me like a sack of Idaho Potatoes.

As he fell to the bathroom floor, I took that opportunity to get the hell out of there. Or at least I tried.

As soon as I turned the knob on the door, I felt a hand grab my ankle. My leg was being snatched backwards and as I fell face forward, the last thing I saw was the bathroom scale right before it met with face.

"Essence, Essence, wake up. Wake up baby, please."

I could hear a voice in the distance and could feel something cool sweep across my face. I moved my head side to side attempting to get whatever that was off of me.

"Essence, baby, can you hear me?"

I moaned because I could hardly move my lips to say something. I fluttered my eyelids before opening them due to brightness of the room. I blinked a few more times because my right eye didn't seem to want to cooperate. I looked around, with my one good eye, to gather my senses and realized I was in the bedroom. I tried to remember what happened, because last thing I could recall was taking a bath.

"Essence, can you hear me?"

"Yes. Wh...what happened?" I creaked.

Silence.

"Tra, what happened? How did I get in the bed? Last thing I remember is taking a bath. Did I fall asleep and drown?" I was starting to panic because this didn't make sense.

"You slipped getting out of the tub and hit your head."

"I did? Oh my God! Am I going to be alright? I might have a concussion, I need to go the hospital. Oh my God." I started crying and panicked. I was afraid something may be terribly wrong with me.

"Essence, you don't need to go the hospital, I'll take care of you." He said as he wiped my face with a cool cloth.

"Thanks baby. Could you let me up? I want to see my head. I might have a bruise"

"Essence, I really don't think you should get up. What if you get dizzy again and pass out? Naw, baby, just lay right here." What was his problem? Why won't he let me up?

"Tra', I'll get up slow. I want to see. Well bring me a mirror, I think something is wrong with my eye."

"Baby, just be calm, and try to get some rest." He said as he kept wiping my face.

"Here, drink some water. You want some Tylenol?" He reached over to the nightstand and held out a glass full of water and a straw.

I glared in his eyes, trying to figure out why he was acting so strange. I pushed the thought to the back of my mind and sipped the water.

"Yeah, give me two Tylenol. My head is banging."

*****

"Good morning, how you feeling, baby?" I heard my husband ask.

"Is it morning already? What time is it?" I rolled over and looked at my husband. I smiled at him because he took care of me all night. I love him so much.

He smiled back and leaned over to kiss me.

"You feeling a little better this morning? Are you hungry?" He asked with concern in his voice.

"No sweetness, I'm fine. I am a little thirsty. Could you bring me some juice, please?"

He leaned in for another kiss and got out of the bed. I looked over to his side to see what time it was. 9 o'clock in the morning. Monday. 9 o'clock. Shit, I have a class this morning! I jumped out of bed, forgetting about my fall yesterday and immediately fell back down. The room was spinning like I'd been drinking.

"Damn, felt like the Matrix," I joked to myself.

I took a few deep breaths, closed my eyes and tried to get up again. Once I stood up and blinked a few more times, this damn right eye is just tripping, I walked slowly to the bathroom. I sat down, did my business and as I was washing my hands, I looked in the mirror.

"AHHHHHHHHH MY FACE!!! MY FACE!!!"