Kinnporsche x a song

Vegas x Porsche x "Sick of you"

This was the first wish I got from another person. Extra wish was that they were in a relationship.
Have fun reading xxx

POV Porsche

"Shut the fuck up!" My voice cracked because I was shrieking so loud. I pushed him away, and he stumbled back a bit before he soothingly raised his hands. "Porsche. Porsche, please try to calm down. We can talk, okay? We can just talk about this and-"

"Talk? There is no need to talk. I am done, I am so fucking done. Fuck you, Vegas, just fuck yourself. I am sick of this. Sick of you. Sick of us." I could see the pain in his eyes, could see how hard he clenched his teeth to not freak out, but I didn't care anymore. I pushed him away again when he tried to come nearer and got on the way to the door when he pulled me back.

"Where are you going, Porsche? Where do you think you are going?" I tried to get my arm free, but I couldn't, so I just tried to give him a death stare. I looked right into his eyes. "I am leaving, Vegas. I am leaving you, aren't you fucking listening?"

It wasn't the first time that we were having this kind of... entertainment, if you want to call it like this, but I wanted it to be the last time. I was just done. And I saw in his eyes the realization, that I was serious this time. That I was not going to forgive him again and then letting him fuck it up again.

He slowly started to shake his head. "No. Porsche. No, look at me. Please, I am begging you, you can't leave me. You are mine, fuck, you promised me that you are mine!" I felt tears in my eyes, but they were more caused by anger and desperation than grief.

"Shut up, Vegas, just shut up. I'm sick of your voice. And let me the fuck go, I don't want so see you anymore, got it? I am sick of your fuckin' face." He grabbed my wrists and pushed me against the wall. "Stop. Porsche. Just stop this, I promise you, I can change, I know I did wrong things and I-" I couldn't move, so I tried to spit in his face. "I am so sick of your games, I can't do this anymore. I am sick of your choices that always hurt me, and then you come back with an apology. I am so fucking sick of your pressure."

The appeasement in his voice slowly turned into anger, anger and desperation. "It is enough. Be quiet, stop being so ridiculous. I made mistakes, but I am not a monster." I laughed, in the most unamused way I could. "Huh, what should I do now? Nodd, like a little good boy? I am so sick of your pain, Vegas. Should I just forget it all again and pretend we are fine, smash down the bed like this was the only place you hurt me? I am sick of your pleasure, I am sick of YOU. Everything about you. I am even sick of your name."

I couldn't see the slap coming, but when it hit my face, I couldn't breathe for a second. It was not the first time that he hit me, but he never controlled his strength that little. I could barely feel my cheekbones, and when I spit at him again, there was blood in his face.

"You are mine, Porsche. Don't try to fucking leave, okay? Don't you DARE to fucking leave me."
I looked straight in his eyes. "I just did, Vegas. It is over. Five years of mistakes I'll never undo... I wish I never ever met you."