𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋✔︎

𝑀𝑦 𝐹𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙. ¹⁸

[Aneka]

*knock* *knock* *knock*

"Open up, Adam." I whispered to myself as I looked around, paranoid. I watched the people passing by for a bit until I turned around to face the door again, this time banging on the door instead of knocking.

"What the he-...An-" He had a stunned expression.

"Aneka...I thought something bad happened to you." He pulled me in for a tight hug. I sighed than hugged back.

"Come inside." He moved to the side, letting me step in.

I looked around, observing how dirty and filthy the house was.

"Honey, do you want me too cl-" I was suddenly smacked hard from the back of my head.

"You idiot! Where did you go?!" He yelled.

"I-I went to the store and-and than ca-" I was cut off by him slapping me, making me fall to the ground.

"I thought you ran away from me. I didn't know whether to report you missing or wait for your stupid ass to get home. What took you so damn long? Where did you actually go?" He squat down to my level, yelling at me as I held my cheek, feeling it sting.

"If you'd just let me tell you-"

"You know what! I don't want to hear it, go upstairs and stay in the room. I don't wanna see you right now. It was a bad time for you to even come back home."

I got up from the floor and rushed to the stairs, tripping over my feet a couple of times but ended up making it to the room.

I closed the door and locked it, walking over to my closet and sitting inside, closing the doors.

Home? This was my home?

I was so desperate to come "home" that I didn't even care what would happen to me. I wish...

No, he's not a good guy. I mean, he's not the best guy, but he trys. He even killed someone because they hurt me. He killed someone for me. My husband doesn't do anything for me.

"Aneka? Aneka, unlock the door. I wanna talk about earlier. I'm sorry, hun." I sat in the closet as I listened to his fake apology just so he could make me unlock the door.

"You really not gonna open the door. You know you left me, right? I needed you and you left me to die! Open the fucking door!" He started yelling now.

"Do you not love me anymore? I should just kill myself, right? Make things so much easier. I should end it all. You don't want me so I have no need of living." I heard his steps, he was walking away.

I got out the closet and went to unlock the door, swinging it open just to see him standing by the door.

"So you do love me?" He smiled and I looked down, gulping nervously.

"I'm sorry, hun. Can we hug this out?" He asked with open arms and I just stood there.

He walked closer, wrapping his arms around me and I felt as if I was suffocating. I pressed my hands onto his chest.

"I don't really..." I mumbled and I felt him starting to kiss around my neck.

"Stop." I spoke loudly, making him jump back from me.

"I'm so sick and tired of-of people fucking...bossing me around!" I stumbled a bit but spoke proudly.

"I shouldn't be a slave to you! I'm your wife and you should treat me like your wife!" I snapped at him and he stood there, shocked.

Adam grabbed my arm roughly and threw me to the ground.

"Your not a slave, huh? Okay then. Since you wanna go by pet names, call me husband and I'll call you wife, got it? Well, I don't really like this tone you got, wife! But we better fix it before it gets outta hand, don't you think?"