Crimson Notion

five

this chapter may have some triggering subjects about domestic abuse.

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"Where the hell do you think you're going dressed like that?" Eric says angered from across the room. I pause all my movements, all the blood in my veins solely focused on traveling to my face.

I completely forgot about the 'no jeans with rips' rule. I don't even know why I can't wear ripped jeans, nobody is going to care about my legs. The whole reason he started this rule is that and I quote, "There is no point in showing your legs off, they look stupid anyways".

I lose brain cells even thinking back to it.

I turn around to face Eric who's sat on my bed with his arms crossed waiting for an answer.

"Why can't I wear these? They only have rips at the knees. Nobody is going to care literally everyone wears jeans like this." I try to convince him but it only makes him more upset. His eyes look as if they could pass as black.

"Because I said so Em. Only whores who want attention wear jeans like that." My jaw drops at his insulting words.

How the fuck does that make any sense? Women should be allowed to wear whatever they want, whenever they want, wherever they want. No man should have ANY say in what a woman does with her own body and her own choices. Just like how a man should be allowed to do the same thing and not be judged for it. This world is stuffed with depreciating people just like the one right in front of me.

"Now do as I say and go change into something appropriate." He says sternly.

I hate when he talks to me as if he's my parent. We've only been together for five months. Even if we've been together for years that doesn't mean he should tell what not to wear.

I stand my ground and cross my arms in front of my chest and look him right in the eyes challenging him. There is no reason that I can't wear these jeans I mean for god's sake we are only going to watch a fucking movie.

"No. I should be allowed to wear anything I want and not be called anything." He looks up at me with wide eyes. "Also these jeans are appropriate for a movie theater and I'm gonna wear them."

Eric pushing himself up off my bed and slowly walks over to me. With every step he takes, the more my heart pounds into my chest.

I know I shouldn't be but he scares me sometimes. I can't let him know that though.

His tall figure stops right in front of my tiny one, trying to show his dominance but I tilt my head to the side and continue to look up at his black eyes and clenched jaw.

"Change right now Esmereld." I clench my jaw at the sound of my full first name coming from his lips. He knows I hate it too so he does it on purpose just to get to me.

I always used to love my name, it comes from my Brazilian background, but hearing it come out of his name is like poison to my soul. He only uses it when he's mad at me or as if it's a warning that if I don't listen an argument will happen.

I can't let him win this, it's such a stupid thing to fight about. The only people that can tell me what not to wear is my parents and last time I checked they aren't here. He needs to learn that he's my boyfriend, not my dad.

I take one step closer to him, my attitude starting to come to the surface.

"No."