BEST FRIEND'S BOYFRIEND → DAVE EAST

|TWENTY ONE|

*LAURYN'S POV*
Before I stopped at August's house, I had to stop home to change my outfit and take a shower. I didn't wanna stay sticky and sweaty from working all day.

"Hey, baby. How was your day at work?"

"Good, my love. I'm just coming home to take a shower, change, then I'm going back out."

"Back out? Where?"

"My friend from work offered to have me over for dinner."

"Seriously, Lauryn? Are you seriously going over August's house AGAIN? You've been hanging around him way too much. He's only supposed to be your assistant."

"He IS my assistant, but he's also my friend. I've been enjoying my time hanging out with him."

"And what about ME, Lauryn? Your actual boyfriend! It's bad enough you're always at work and barely around me, but when you have free time you rather go out than actually spend time with me!"

"Because, Dave! Sometimes I need to get out of the house and be free! I love you with all my dear heart, but it's sometimes mentally draining being in the house all day!"

"How the fuck do you think I feel?! Huh, Lauryn?! IM the one who actually got shot! IM the one who can't go anywhere and when I do, I get funny ass looks! How do you think that makes ME feel?!"

Dave started getting angry. I could tell by the look on his face. I backed up as he started wheeling closer to me in his wheelchair.

"Dave, back up!"

"I'm sick of you treating me like —"

"You fucking stop right there! IM sick of YOU treating ME like shit when I'm the only one who helps you! Instead of at least trying to get better, you rather smoke your weed and pop your pills! Yelling at me, and hitting on me sometimes! You've been depressing me, Dave! I don't know how much longer I can deal with your abuse! Whether it's drugs and alcohol or abuse towards me! I'm mentally fucking drained already!"

That's the part that I forgot to mention. Dave has been addicted to his pain medications that the doctors prescribe him. Nowadays, he doesn't even feel pain anymore. He just pops the pills just to pop them.

There's some days where he drinks so heavily, I can't even help him become conscious. He gets angry sometimes, so he takes it out on me. There was this one time where I had to go to work with a black eye that I covered up with my makeup, considering Dave lashed out on me. He pulled me down onto him and started punching me viciously until he seen that I couldn't open my eye anymore.

"Lauryn —"

"Get your shit together, or I'm leaving, David! I know I promised you I wouldn't, but I genuinely can't take your abuse anymore! I love you so much, and you just keep hurting me, over and over again! I'm tired of it! I'm tired of crying myself to sleep every night, wishing things were different! I shouldn't have to be doing this!"

I then ran up the stairs in full blown tears, slamming the bathroom door behind me.

I do too much for this man to be treating me like this...
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*DAVE'S POV*
Lauryn's right. I be treating her so badly and all she does is love me and try to help me. I just don't know how else to process my emotions. But I definitely need to work on it before I lose the best thing in my life.

"Baby, please don't go. Im sorry, we can talk this out and work this out. I don't wanna lose you."

I cried out as she came back downstairs, all dressed and ready to leave again.

"Dave, if you wanna work this out for real. You need to go get some damn help, some therapy honestly. It seems like you have an untreated mental illness that you need to handle. If you don't wanna help yourself, then I can't help you anymore. I love you, but there's only so much I can do. I gotta go, I'll be home later."

With that being said, Lauryn walked out of our front door, slamming it behind her.

"FUCKK!! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO FUCKING STUPID?!"

I shouted at myself, growing more angry. I swear, the more time that goes on, the more that I mess up.

The ONE thing besides my daughter that's going right, I'm fucking that up.

Please god, don't let me lose Lauryn... I need her in my life...