"Leave me alone, please", I started walking downstairs. I could hear his footsteps, sounding clearer every second.
"I am sorry, baby. Don't leave me", he tried to stop me. Well, the unexpected had to happen. He slapped me. Because he was annoyed of me.
You can say he was kind of a alcoholic. He drinks at least five to six times a day. I try to stop him for his good but he thinks I am some 'demon' taking his 'precious'. I would have broken up with him years ago but I tried myself to the best for him to save his life.
Tears were streaming down my face and I wanted go somewhere. Far away from him.
"Y/N. Stop please stop." I stopped and turned around to face him.
"What do you want?", I cross my arms across my chest. "What do you want from me? I have tried my best to keep you at least alive and you just went yelling at me and just slapped me. Find someone else who can fix you because I realized I can't...