Nefarious [h.s]

Chapter 11.

A/N

"I'm so good at this, making excuses for you. I'm so good at this. He didn't hurt me, sir. If only that statement were true."

AYO WARNINGGG

This chapter may be triggering to some. Crazy abuse, fighting, yelling, assault..

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I don't say anything for a minute, just in shock and hurt. I sit and watch not believing my eyes.

"Dylan.." I say kind of quietly but enough for him to hear me. He snaps his head over and makes eye contact with me. The girl's eyes go big.

We sit in silence but it's so loud.

"I'm so sorry.. I didn't know." The girl speaks up. She turns and faces Dylan. She scoffs and pushes past him. When she gets to the front door she turns around and looks at me. "I am truly sorry. But just know, it's not only me he's been hooking up with. I'm sorry." She opens up the front door and leaves.

I look back at Dylan in disbelief. He's been cheating on me..

"How long?" I speak up. "How long have you been cheating on me?"

He scoffs. "You're acting as if you didn't know. What did you expect? It gets boring having the same person. Needed some others to help satisfy me." A small smile pulls up on his lips.

"I didn't know!" I raise my voice. Immediately the disgusting smirk falls.

I stand from the couch and begin pacing and pulling at my roots.

Thoughts and memories race through my head.

I stand in the dark running my hands through my hair. He loves me. He loves me. He loves me. That's all he says. He does...

**Flashback**

"You're mine. No one else will love you the way I do." Dylan bangs his hand on the wall.

"Dylan, calm down. It's okay." I try to calm him down.

"You are mine! I own you!"

**End of flashback**

I'm his. He owns me. He is the only person who will ever love me. He loves me. That's it. He just cares. It's my fault I don't listen right?

All the times Dylan has hurt me flash into my mind like it just happened. It's like a movie.

My eyes brim with tears and I begin pulling at my roots. Why haven't I left? Why have I stayed this long? Lynn was right. All this time.

"You are being so dramatic." Dylan rolls his eyes.

When he is always texting, he is texting other girls. When he shows up at my work, he isn't there for me. He is there for the other girls. When he is out all night and comes back home drunk and a mess, he is probably out screwing some girl or girls.

**Flashback**

"Dylan.. do you love me?" I mumble.

"Mhm." he hums. Well that was a great answer. Today just feels off. Sometimes I wonder if he actually loves me. Don't most couples like laugh and have fun? Or well, that's what I thought.

**End of Flashback**

"You cheating, abusing, disgusting, liar!" I yell. I grab the picture of us on the coffee table and throw it at the wall. All the anger and sadness builds up in me.