An abused wife finds comfort in an old high school friend, with unfortunate consequences.

Patrick was a guy I knew from “back in the day”
Who re-entered my life and then chose to stay
His lips healed my wounds, his kiss erased my disgrace
When my husband’s large hands would bruise my soft face
My husband would torture my body, then leave me in tears
Patrick would come to my rescue and ease all of my fears
It didn’t start out like this, I never thought I’d cheat
Our affair didn’t begin until the first time I’d been beat
Patrick was just a friend upon whose shoulder I could cry
He’d listen in outrage as I asked myself, “Why?!”
I shook my head silently the day he begged me to pack
Patrick said, “You need to leave his ass, and he betta watch his back!
I swear, I’ll kill him. My boys will f*** him up!”
But I just shook my head, ignoring the knot in my gut
“I can’t leave him now, I’m not ready yet…”
He looked at me in disgust and sneered, “You might just deserve what you get.”
No words had ever hurt me so deep
That night I tossed and turned, my mind refusing to sleep
I tried to call Patrick, I blew up his cell phone the next day
Didn’t know what I’d tell him, didn’t know what I’d say
I never got a chance to speak to him again –
My husband came home, glared at me and then…
“Bitch, who the f*** do you think you are?
That nigga thought he’d get away, but he didn’t get very far.
I saw his punk ass coming out of my home last night
Sleazy ass whore, you just begging for a fight!
I tracked his ass down, and don’t worry, you trick!
He ain’t coming around here no mo’– I sliced off that nigga’s dick.
I stood over him and watched his ass bleed.”
I stared at my husband in disbelief
“Yeah, that’s right, and now it’s your turn –
You dumb ass chicken heads just never learn
You had a good thing, and I gave you the world
And look what you’ve gone and done – made me kill your ass, girl.”
He chased me down, the worst beating I’d ever had
When he was done, I knew it was bad
He left me alone, I heard his car drive away
Tried to stand up and started to sway.
I tried to call the hospital, dial 9-1-1
But the hand on the end of my arm had gone numb
As I blacked out again, for the very last time
I thought of the happiness that was nearly all mine
Patrick wanted me to leave with him, he even begged me to
But gathering the courage to leave isn’t so easy to do
I closed my eyes and gave into the pain
Reassured in the thought of seeing my sweet Patrick again.