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Abused (pt. 1)

You and Nash had been broken up for a year now and you honestly didn't know how to feel about it. Even though you moved on to someone else, you can't deny that sometimes you still yearn for Nash's presence.

Your new boyfriend was named Danny. He was a smart guy when he chose to be, and just plain stupid most of the other times. He was a fun guy to be around and you never knew that someone else could make you smile more than Nash did.

You guys would get into fights rarely, but it wasn't as serious as you and Nash's fights. You used to hate you and Nash's fights.

But when you moved in with Danny, everything changed.

He would drink all day and night and never leave the house. He would get angry if you were late by the tiniest second and sometimes hit you just for that reason. Nash never hit you, nor touched you in any way out of your will.

You thought Danny was better than Nash, by far. But in the blink of an eye, things weren't the same anymore.

When you would go out to visit your family, Danny would just stay at home and watch television. But by the time you got back, he was drunk and angry at you for "not making dinner".

You didn't feel it was your responsibility to cook and clean up after him, like he was five years old. He was old enough to take care of himself, like a man.

Sometimes, he would even send you out to the store to buy him a crate of beer, as he layed on the couch lazily.

He would even time you, making sure you didn't delay any time or in his eyes, cheat on him.

You told him over and over again that you loved him and only him, to make him feel special, to keep him calm.

His calm attitude would only last for a minute though, no matter how hard you tried.

Now you layed in bed with your eyes pried open, hoping to not come across a rude awakening.

You couldn't sleep any more.

The last time you slept, Danny trashed the house and screamed at you for not being up early enough to do things for him. You were like his servant.

He threw beer bottles at the wall, making them shatter everywhere and then he'd make you pick it up. He'd even curse you out and tell you "you aren't worth a dime to me," as you knelt down, picking up the mess he made.

It would hurt you deeply to know that everything you do for him was taken for granted.

You attempted to run away ten times but failed. He would jump in his Volkswagen and go searching for you because you ran away on foot, most of the time.

But it hurt you even more to know that Nash was perfectly fine without you and living the life he wished for.

Just then, your phone vibrated on the dresser next to your side of the bed, startling you out of your thoughts.

You quickly removed it from the dresser and held it against you, trying to keep it quiet. As it still rang, you looked over your shoulder to see if you had awakened Danny, but all you got was just a toss and turn.

You sighed of relief and slipped out of bed as quietly and quickly as you possibly could.

You went outside of your bedroom, closing the door behind you so Danny couldn't hear your conversation.

As your phone still vibrated, you checked to see who was calling. It was Nash.

"Nash? What are you doing calling this late at night?" you whispered.