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Won't promise this'll be good. Sorry! Enjoy!
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A soft whimper escaped her lips as she gripped the sheets, telling herself that she was perfectly fine and didn't need Angie to stop. But, a sob came out of her lips when Angie went to hard, hurting Y/n and making her whine loudly as she tried to move away.
"Stop." Angelina growled, gripping the back of Y/n's hair to told her in place. Tears streamed down her face, but immediately zoned out after the next hit to her ass. Falling into a hole that she's never been fond off.
And Angie, who was always there no matter what Y/n had done, immediately left after, not helping her bring her back, or even checking in with her, which just started everything.
When Y/n woke up the next day, it wasn't how she usually woke up. She was sore, and in pain. Every movement she made, she had to rest after and let the pain settle. The worse part, Angie was no where to be found, and there wasn't even a note to let her know where she had went. It freaked Y/n out, because Angie always told her, no matter if they were mad at each other or something, Angie always told Y/n. So, it made Y/n feel horrible that her wife just left with no explanation.
And it continued on for a few more days. There was no text or called from her wife to tell Y/n if anything was okay. And yea, Y/n could've always called, but if Angie left angry, calling or texting her could cause her wife to get angrier, and Y/n didn't want that.
As Y/n continued to clean the kitchen, she wondered when Angie would be home, and wondered what she could do to tell her wife she was sorry. She could bake cookies or some cupcakes, but knew the way to her wife's heart, wasn't sweets.
And then, the key unlocked the front door, causing Y/n's breath to quicken. She didn't hear her wife yell out or name, but heard the door slam behind her. But, Angie could've slammed the door because the door lock isn't doing it's job anymore. She just needed to replace it.
However, when Y/n walked into the open area, Angie stared straight at her, wondering why she wasn't already on her knees waiting for her.
"Y/n," her wife growled, a shiver coming over her body, but Y/n shook her head.
"No. You.. you left without telling me. Without helping me. I.. I dropped Angie, and you weren't there to help. We both made a promise to be there, and you weren't there. I, I didn't do anything that bad in the beginning and you went hard on me. And yea, I should've said my words, but would've stopped, because how you were going, it scared me. Did you even realize you did something I was a hard no on? I still have bruises, Angie. And it scared me. What did I do that was so bad, that made so pissed off at me? Because the only thing I knew of, was get crumbs on the floor, and not kneel before you got home. What did I do Angie?" She questioned her wife. Angelina stood there, paling at her wife's words, not realizing how badly she went.
"I'm... I didn't know-"
"Angie.." the older woman immediately drops her purse, walking over to her wife and pulling her into a tight hug, whispering sorry over and over to her.
"I'm sorry. Brad pissed me off, and I was just... I'm sorry."
"Brad's always trying to piss you off."
"He is, and I shouldn't have taken it out on you. I'm sorry, I'm so fucken sorry. It won't ever happen again, I promise. Okay?" Y/n gives a nod, snuggling more into her wife, already feeling herself drop, knowing her wife was there with her.
And as if Angie knew, she gently tells Y/n it was okay, telling her to drop and that she'll be there for her and will take care of her.
Didn't really want tl do a part 2, but here ya go, sorry it sucked....
