My Propeller|Aarmau AU|nxhirbyzt

- CHAPTER ONE: The End Begins -

!TW!: physical and verbal abuse

✺ 𝑀𝑦 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟 / 𝐴𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑢 𝐴𝑈 - 𝑛𝑥ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑏𝑦𝑧𝑡 ✺

The young woman was trying her best to walk fast with the fear of getting back home late. The heavy bags in her hands were cutting off the blood circulation to her fingers, her finger tips turning purple, but there was not much she could do at that moment. Her only fear was what she'd hear come out of the mouth of the man she knew would appear in the foyer when she got home.

"I'm not late, no, I'm not late..." she muttered. Her shaky arms were about to give out. She dropped the bags on the floor and her tired hand dug into her bag, looking for her keys. From her wrists down, she was numb. She could barely hold her keys. But she still forced herself to quickly open the door and rush inside with the bags.

Even though the complete silence inside the house made her think she could be alone, she still wasn't sure. She anxiously gazed around the house. As she was about to celebrate her being alone, the noises coming from the end of the hallway made her realize that she'd gotten her hopes up too fast.

She heard a door open and close, along with heavy footsteps. Moments like these, hearing the that man coming closer to her, was when she would feel like she was slowly losing herself. Every step closer was another black hole inside her.

"What time is it?"

The question which would be considered a completely normal conversation starter between two normal people, was a scolding question signifying that the next few moments would be extremely painful for the woman. The man never truly looked for a reason to cause her pain, he just made up excuses to do so.

"I could barely make it in time, my car broke down in the middle of the.." she was interrupted by a hand wrapping around her throat, causing her to have to gulp down the rest of her explanation. Her eyes widened as she looked into the eyes of the man she questioned the sanity of. She was too scared to talk, for the man had raised his fist to hit her.

The man taught her that explanations didn't work in him in the most painful way possible.

He then grabbed her face.

"Haven't I told you to be careful? Why are you so goddamn useless?" She gave the man pleading eyes as they anxiously roamed his face. Her husband was getting more and more agressive everyday.

"I'm so sorry. I'll be more careful from now on, I promise!"

"Damn right, you are!" The man clenched his jaw and she completely froze in place. Her mouth hanged open from the pressure being put on her cheeks. The man smirked and breathed his breath that reeked of alcohol into his wife's mouth. The woman was trying extremely hard not to vomit, forcing herself not to breathe it in.

She knew what would happen if she tried to move back or showed any sign of disgust. So, she internally begged for the torture to be over as soon as possible. When her husband stepped back she tried to move her frozen body. But the moment she did, his fingers that reminded her of claws, dug back into her skin.

"What are you standing like that in front of me for?" She clenched her eyes shut, scared of the man yelling at her, and waited for the harsh impact. But what she was faced with was a lot more agressive than the hit she was expecting. Verbal abuse, words- insults that tore through her already little self worth like knives.

The man kept getting angrier as he watched the woman listen to him without moving a muscle. Even a rock could've cracked open from his words but the woman wasn't saying a word. He pushed her back from her shoulders, grumbling.