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# TW: Abuse, Homophobia #

He drags me down the hall and into our shared room. He slams the door shut and throws me against the wall. 

"What have I told you?" He hisses.

"I- I don't know." I stutter.

"You do know. What have I told you!" He screams in my face.

"I don't know!" I shout back, feeling the tears well up in my eyes.

"I told you not to look at women like that."

"Like what?"

"I saw you, Y/N. You were looking at her like you wanted to fuck her. No- like you wanted her to fuck you. And I see where you're coming from, I really do, but it's disgusting."

"It's not!" I yell at him, tears running down my face.

"It looks like I'm going to have to remind you what's right here, Y/N." He says, grabbing my face and throwing me into a nearby mirror and smashing it. "You disgust me. I'm trying my best to help you here, you ungrateful bitch. Yet you continue to look at pretty women like it's okay."

"It is okay, Dimitri." I respond, "It's okay with the majority of the world. I'm sorry that you're too much of an ass to see that, but that's no reason to take it out on me!"

"Well, this is mostly for my fun." He grins, kneeling down to where I'm curled up on the glass-covered floor. He pulls his arm back and whacks my face with his fist, causing blood to quickly drip out of my nose. I know how to defend myself, but when it's Dimitri all that training and knowledge goes out the window. He then stands up and begins to attack my stomach, ribs and back with powerful kicks. After a few minutes, he steps back. "I think that's enough for today. Now get out of the room. Clean up your face while I clean up this mess." He says accusingly, "Find somewhere else to sleep tonight." He tells me, as if it's some form of punishment. To me it's like getting the gift I've been wanting all year round on Christmas morning.

"Fine." I say, firmly. He drags me to stand, roughly gripping my arm, and walks me to the door - throwing me out into the hall and shutting the door behind me.

I let out a breath. God, I hate him.

I walk to the gym showers and sit under a cold stream of water in my clothes, curling up on the floor and leaning against the wall. After a while of mulling over what just happened in my mind, I let out a sob. What if he's right? Right about what?  I argue with myself internally. A while later, the water switches itself off. I see from looking at the small window above the shower, that it's dark out. I've been here for hours. I continue to let silent tears run down my face for another few minutes, then I stand up and make my way to the ground floor. I've decided I'm going for a late-night run.

I make my way through the empty halls to the elevator and select the button for the ground floor. On my way down, I decide I'm not going to be sad anymore, I feel angry. Angry at Dimitri and his out-dated views. Angry at my brother for not seeing that this relationship with Dimitri isn't what I want. Angry at myself for not being able to hurt Dimitri back. 

I reach the ground floor and walk outside, feeling the concrete beneath my bare feet. Shit. I'm not wearing any shoes. Oh well, I guess I'm running barefoot. I set of down the street, my feet pounding on the pavement under the streetlights. After about forty minutes and eight miles, a car pulls up beside me. It's Tony.

"Get in Y/N."

"Why?" I ask him.

"We've got a plane to catch. We're going to Monaco."

"Fine." I say.

"Get in the back, though." My brother tells me, "You need to get changed, there's an outfit in the back."