𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭| 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 |𝟏𝟖+

Chapter 12 | The God from hell

As I promised, another chapter!
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FLASHBACK

"You've been really quiet today." I hear my boyfriend's voice from the kitchen. "More than usually." He chuckles.

I sit down on the green couch in his apartment, turning on the small lamp beside it. I can usually only leave in the evening when Marcus leaves as well. But, if he doesn't, I could just say that I'm going back to work, not that he cares. Well, as long as I'm bringing him money he doesn't.

Of course I've been quiet. . . How am I supposed to tell him that I don't think I want to be with him anymore?
I don't know what am I supposed to do, because he isn't so bad. I mean, at the times he can be really nice and gentle, but also has such a temper that every time he gets mad he scares the life out of me.
Besides, lately he's been trying to convince me into sex every time I see him. I get it, I mean he is four years older and has been doing it for quite some time, but honestly I don't think I even want to do it with him. I told him that I am not ready and that wasn't a lie. The truth is also that I don't really trust him, I guess at first I did, but not anymore. He does not make me feel safe, quite on the contrary, I think I'm slowly starting to fear him.

He's almost the same as Marcus, when he loses control.

I don't know if this is working. . . I already have someone who shouts at me and abuses me at home. Not that Steven abuses me, sometimes he just grabs me a little harsher. Short temper. But he does shout at me, almost every day that we see eachother.

"Cali!" I flinch as his deep voice rings in my ears.

"Y-yeah, I'm sorry." I stutter from the couch. "I had a bad day." Which is not exactly a lie. I don't know when was the last time I had a good one.

I hear his footsteps coming closer, his figure comes back from the kitchen holding a bottle of beer in his hand. His dark blonde hair look a little messy right now, he wears only the wife beater shirt over his chest, so I can see his pretty defined arms. He sighs, throwing himself on the couch beside me. "Of course you had a bad day." He snaps. "All you do in your free time is get dressed like a hooker and rub your ass up and down that pole."

Wow.
I guess someone had a bad day too.

I blink a couple of times so I could process what he just said to me. "Steven I already explained that you have to show as much skin as normally possible otherwise you can't hold your body up against the pole." I explain softly. He rolls his eyes, taking a sip of his beer. "Besides, you know that I don't dance as much anymore, I can't."

He knows about my bruises, I've told him before.

"As for my free time, I only see you when I have it."

"Fucking liar." He scoffs.

I shake my head, rolling my eyes. "Please, I don't want to fight." I sigh, rubbing my eyes. I'm so tired, it's been such a long day. Too tired to even react on that comment.
I lean my head back against the couch, closing my eyes. That's it.

"What are you doing?" I hear his voice beside me.

"I'm really tired." I confess jawning.

Next moment I hear a loud shatter, I flinch as he places his bottle of bear on the coffee table. Really loudly.

"Why the fuck would you come here if all you want to do is sleep?" He growls, I turn my head to face him. His eyes are burning. Uh-oh, how can me being tired make him so mad?

"W-well, I-" my voice stutters "I wanted to stay over. You know I don't like to sleep back at my uncle's house. He scares me." I confess.

"Oh, poor girl." He makes fun of me. "Your uncle scares you so much. You think it's alright that you're only using me because you want to crash here?" He barks.