The tears streamed down her rose colored cheeks as she laid there hugging the sheets which covered her bare body as he sat at the foot of the bed, the room was silent, nothing could be heard except the flick of his lighter as he lit the cigarette which dangled from his lips.
"Do you want to hit this?" He said finally breaking the silence which consumed them.
He chuckled at his own comment knowing she doesn't smoke. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in.
"Why?" Was all she could make out.
"Because it's already almost killed" he replied knowing damn well she wasn't talking about the cigarette.
"No! Why- why do you do this to me!?" She screamed catching him off guard for a moment before he retaliated.
In a swift movement he turned around and was now on top of her with his hand around her neck.
"Why do you think it's okay to raise your voice at me?" He asked with a tisk.
She cried out as his hand softly gripped her pale throat which was already decorated with fading bruises.
"Why do you do this to me? Im in love with you. Why? I've stuck by your side for the longest, been here through it all and still im nothing to you" she said barely above a whisper.
It was quite for a moment until he gave her a sinister smile and said
"You're pretty when you cry"
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