disclaimer: this is gonna be really sad, so, just warning you. also, i know mattia wouldn't hurt anyone like this, it's just a story.
TRIGGER WARNING: ABUSE
"where are you, pretty slut?" he slurred as i heard his footsteps falling heavily. i sighed and set my pen down, preparing myself for what happens almost every day now.
"in our room," i called back. seconds later, he stumbled into the room with a drunken smirk on his face.
"hi beautiful," he slurred. he reeks of alcohol.
"hi mattia."
"what, no 'baby'?" he asked, stepping toward me. i didn't reply. he began kissing my neck, leaving sloppy hickeys.
"mattia, not right now please. i need to finish my work."
"i don't give a fuck. give me a kiss."
"how much did you have to drink mattia?"
"why does it matter y/n? i'm fine."
"no you're not. you're literally falling over."
"whatever-"
"no, it's not whatever!" i yelled. he narrowed his eyes at me.
"don't raise your voice at me like that," he said. his voice was stone cold.
"i'm sorry, but-"
"no. don't ever talk to me like that. you understand?" he practically growled. i nodded my head yes.
"use your fucking words."
"yes, i understand," i replied. his smirk returned to his face.
"good. now, on your knees."
***
"mattia, please calm down," i begged.
"don't fucking tell me to calm down, y/n! you were obviously flirting with him!"
"he was taking my order! do you expect me to ignore him?!"
"don't give me that shit, don't fucking flirt with other guys. it's that simple."
"i told you, i wasn't fucking flirting-" a harsh slap to my left cheek cut me off.
"don't fucking talk to me like that," he said before storming out of the room, leaving me with tears forming in my eyes.
***
as i sat in my room thinking, i finally decided that i need to leave him. he's abusive and i don't deserve to be beaten down mentally or physically.
i packed all of my clothes and hygiene up to stay at may friend's place, i just can't be here any longer. when mattia gets home, i'm going to tell him that i'm leaving him. hopefully he takes it decently.
***
mattia's home. i just heard his car door shut in the drive way. seconds later he came into the house, already looking stressed out. when he saw me, his facial expression softened and a small smile showed up on his lips.
