A/N ok so before you read this I KNOW ITS KINDA MESSED UP AND CONFUSING TO READ!!!!!! But seriously ok, I'm sorry if this chapter is hard to understand or whatever. Haha
Ok so really the thing to remember here is this character is driven by the all consuming want for the male's love. Logic and reason is considerably out of the question when it comes down to it because she is so influenced by the want for his love she'd do anything. Ok cool, bye.
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Unknown POV
"hey, get the fuck up. We're leaving"
I rise from the the pile of blankets on the floor where I had slept for the night. My ears are ringing as I get to my feet and pull on my clothes from where they lay, scattered around the room. He smile's slyly at me and saunters over, I flinch back and he frowns.
"What, do I have you scarred? Oh come on now. You're the one who came begging to spend time with me, you have no right to act frightened. And even after I've let you do as you wished, sending money to that waste of space. You know I didn't agree with that, you see how nice I'm being to you? You see how lovely I'm treating you? You should be happy. You should be over here on your knees thanking me for being the kind man I am" I scuttle across the room to him and lean into his side. He growls angrily and pushes me back, knocking me to the floor, a broken beer bottle piercing my hand. Blood starts to paint patterns across my skin and I whimper in pain. He groans in frustration and kneels down before me.
"See what you made me do? This is your fault. Stupid bitch." He pauses "actually, no. This is her fault. If it wasn't for her you wouldn't be so feeble. Wouldn't be holding back. She needs to be dealt with" he laughs giddily "oh it will be so much fun. I bet you can't wait, to watch as I murder your daughter. Well, our daughter. And after that, you will succumb to me, I know you will. I'll be the only thing you have left to love. You'd like that wouldn't you"
I snap my head away from where he's grabbed hold of it to make me look at him. I go to speak but choke on my tears that have started to roll down my cheeks from the pain in my hand.
"N-n-no.." I go to speak more, stop him, prevent what's to come. But then again...maybe he's right. I left her, alone, to find him. Marry him, live happily together. If-if we do this, maybe he'll love me again. He'll stop hurting me then, I know it. This will make him happy and I can focus just on him and worship him. I start to smile and turn back to face him.
"Will this make you happy? Will this mean you stop abusing me? Can we be happy if we do this-" wait what am I doing. This is insanity, I can't do this. This isn't who I am. I'm not some murder, and I will not kill my own daughter. No. You only considered it because you haven't been outside for weeks. Only considered it because you've been so high recently. But that's ok. Because you can stop it now.
I look back up to him and he smiles happily, and my heart melts. I remember the boy I met all those years ago, oh he was so sweet. Wouldn't hurt a fly. What I wouldn't give to be with that boy again. He moves closer to me and I see something in his eyes, that same glint I used to always see. Yes. My mind is made up. I'll do this for him and he'll go back to loving me like he used to. What I wouldn't do for his affection again....
The blood from my hand starts to drip to the floor and I can't help but smile. I get to my feet and walk though to the kitchen were I start to collect knifes and rope, despite the cut on my hand, which I then place into a blue rucksack. He walks in behind me and pushes me to the floor again, taking over what I was doing.
I know he doesn't mean to hurt me, he's just anxious about what we're going to do. I know he loves me really...
