"I never loved you anyway." Matt's words cut like knives, and that's not the only thing that would be cutting me, he threw his empty beer bottle at the floor, I'd have to pick up those pieces later after he'd calmed down.
"Will you stop acting like this! You're drunk!" My voice rang through the house, I had always either ended up crying or yelling when we got into fights like this.
"Don't you fucking tell me." And off he went, up the stairs to our room. I'd be alone on the couch tonight and tomorrow morning he'd be begging for me back and apologizing in the morning.
I walked slowly over to the couch, laying down and curling myself into a little ball. I finally let out a long sob. It hurt, this hurt, having him treat me this way killed me inside. Before I knew it I was asleep, dreaming of the time where things were happier between Matt and I.
When I woke up it was 6 A.M., Matt would be awake soon and I had to clean up the glass to make it seem like nothing happened. I was kneeling on the floor, picking up the pieces when he started to walk downstairs. The noise frightened me, causing my hand to clench up. Blood rushed out of the fresh wound on my hand. "Lovely." I grumbled to myself.
Before I knew it Matt was standing in front of me, I was scared to look up, but I needed to see his reaction.
"W-what happened?" Matt was stumbling over his words as he stared at the gushing wound on my hand and that pieces of broken beer bottle on the floor.
"I broke a bottle last night, it's nothing to worry about." I said it without a problem, my voice made it seem like I wasn't even in pain. That's what I was going for after all, I stood up and walked out of the room. I was standing in the kitchen running water over my hand when Matt walked in.
"Frances tell me what happened last night, please. Why weren't you in bed when I woke up?" His voice sounded concerned. But I was still unsure about telling him. I turned around and looked at him as I wrapped my hand with a paper towel.
"You dropped your bottle, that's all." I shrugged it off and started to head out of the room, Matt stopped me by grabbing my arm and holding me back in the kitchen.
"You're going to tell me the truth, and you're going to tell me right now." The tone in his voice was still concerned and serious, but this time it took on a darker tone. It felt like he was threatening me, but if he wanted to know I'd tell him.
"You got drunk, and when I told you I didn't want to have sex you got mad and threw your beer bottle at me, that's all." I chewed at the inside of my lip because the words stung, even when it was just me saying it. The look on Matt's face broke my heart. He was so ashamed of himself.
"I'm sorry." Matt's eyes teared up and it had been so long since I'd seen him like this, the last time I saw him like this was the day I told him we were having a baby.
"I'm going to have a baby girl depending on me soon, what's wrong with me?!" He shouted, he was hurting more than I was.
"Nothing's wrong with you Matt, but if you think there is, I'll try and fix you." I wrapped my arms around him and breathed his scent in. I loved him, and I was going to fix him.
