Milkshake •Eddie Munson

Chapter Thirteen: Do You Want Him?

content warning: abuse
please, please, pleaaase never let a man or woman put their hands on you because you never ever deserve to get hit by someone. i love you strong and beautiful souls<3

Desiree walked into her apartment and set her keys on the hooks next to the door along with her coat. She sighed and walked over to the cabinets to grab her a glass for some water. Mark walks up behind her and gives her a hug, "Hey, babe." He whispered as he pressed kisses on her neck. She smiled and placed her glass of water on the counter before she turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled, "Hey." She greeted then pecked his lips.

She furrowed her eyebrows at the odd taste of his lips before quickly changing her expression, "How was work?" She asked as she grabbed her water and brought the glass up to her lips. He shrugged, "Tiring, what did you do today?" He asked. She swallowed her water and set her glass down on the counter, "It was a day, I had lunch with Neil, Dawn, and Bethany but right after that I went to go help Eddie with something for school. Now, I'm here with you." She smiled.

Mark shook his head, "You think I don't see the way he looks at you? Quite frankly, with the way you look at him too tells me that you might actually want him right back." He argued. "Were you even listening to anything I said?" Desiree groaned and ran her hand through her hair as he placed her other hand on her waist, "Why is it that every time I say something it's like you just have to bring up Eddie?" She asked, clearly annoyed by his lack trust. Mark scoffed, "You haven't given me a reason to not be jealous of Munson! It's like every single time we argue, you just run to him because he'll tell you everything you want to hear." He yelled.

Desiree shook her head, "Nah-uh. I am talking to you right, Marcus. There's no need for you to raise your voice at me when I am trying to have a proper conversation." She spoke sternly. Mark rolled his eyes and sat on the couch, "Do you want him? I'm starting to think that's why you can't leave him alone when I ask you to, Desiree." He fired back. Fed up, Desiree walked away from the conversation and went into their shared bedroom. Mark followed right behind her, "Are you fucking walking away from me when I'm trying to talk to you?" He snapped. She shrugged, "No, you see the thing is, you're not trying to talk to me. There's a difference between talking to me and talking shit to me. In this case, you're talking shit." She snapped as she got into her work uniform. Mark stared deeply at Desiree, "What? What did you just say? I didn't hear you."

Mark walked over and got close to Desiree's face, causing her to have a sense of fear flow through her body. Desiree looked down at her feet, "I just want you talk to me in a respectful way, you know? This relationship won't work if you just keep yelling at me." She answers. Mark nods his head, "Mhm, I see." He nodded his head while scratching the tip of his nose. Desiree bit her bottom lip before going to speak again, "If you would just stop accusing me of cheating with Eddie and trust me when I say nothing has happened between us." She tried to reason.

Mark subtly drew his hand back before roughly backhanding Desiree's cheek, causing her to stumble back against the bed in immediate tears. Mark scoffed, "What's the matter, huh?" He asked. Desiree covered her cheek with her hand and shook her head, "Mark, you promised me that you would never hit me." She sobbed.

Mark rolled his eyes, "You promised you wouldn't cheat, I guess we both broke promises we couldn't keep." He spat as he roughly grabbed her legs and dragged her all the way to the bathroom, ignoring her pleading for him to stop. Once he finally made it to the bathroom, he stood her up and made her look in the mirror, "You see what you made me do? Pretty girls that like to cheat, also get their asses beat by their men." He stated as he wiped his nose and walked out of the bathroom.

Desiree walked to the front door and grabbed her coat and keys from where she last left them before she was startled by the sound of Mark roughly slamming the front door shut, "What? You're gonna leave me now?" He asked. Desiree flinched at the feeling of him touching her hand, "Man, give me these fucking keys." He mumbled as he snatched the keys from her hands.