"Yandere is a portmanteau of two Japanese words. The first is yanderu, which means "to be sick," and the second is deredere, used here for "lovestruck." A yandere is often sweet, caring, and innocent before switching into someone who displays an ext...
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I never wanted to marry him.
"Why don't you be useful for once and go clean the dishes?"
He never wanted to marry me.
"Useful? I have been cleaning the house every single day while you sit your lazy ass on the couch and drink tea all day! You don't know what useful even means!"
But our parents forced us to marry each other.
Great Britain scowled and rolled up his newspaper, rising out of his seat. "What did you say to me!?"
"Why don't you go clean the dishes for once!?" I spat back at him.
"You despicable wench!" He violently threw the newspaper at me, but I avoided it.
Unfastening my apron, I scowl and whip around, re-entering the kitchen and hanging it on a hook attached to the wall.
Grabbing my keys and bag, I sped-walked out of the kitchen and headed towards the front door. Great Britain had just raised himself after bending over to pick up his newspaper, and once he saw going to the front door, he immediately spat out the question.
"Where do you think you're going?" He questioned sternly.
"I'm leaving to go visit some friends, people who care about me, and people who you don't have!"
Halting at the door, I reached my hand out to grab the handle, however, my wrist was quickly snatched and I was forcefully thrown back.
As my head slammed against the floor, my vision blurred and pain flowed throughout my entire body. I couldn't even scream, not with me also becoming dizzy as the world surrounding me spun in circles.
I recovered in a couple of moments, and when everything came back, Great Britain had bent over and lifted me off the floor by the collar of my shirt. My keys had fallen out of my hands and my bag had remained around my shoulder.
"You are staying here!" He exclaimed. "You won't be going anywhere anytime soon!"
Kneeing him in the gut, he released me and clutched his stomach with both hands, hissing in pain as he bent over.
"You don't tell me what to do, arsehole!" I turned and crouched down, grabbing my keys off the floor and standing back up.
Once I turned back around, I was met with a slap to the face. I stumbled backward, my back hitting a wall. I clutched my cheek and helped myself straighten up. Tears began to form in my eyes, but I refused to show him that I was about to cry by frowning sadly.
