Love is pain

Chapter 1

In the middle of a battle he's staring.. watching.. waiting.. I jump out from around the corner to make a run for it, he's already beat me all to hell, I don't plan on ending here; And not by his hands, he follows quickly, but not quite fast enough, he barely makes it to me as I've gotten into my car, speeding away gratefully.

"Fuck" I mutter quietly to myself, because I really had almost died there, by his stupid self. I check the side mirrors. The bitch didn't even follow, pathetic. I pull off to a secluded gravel road, then driving all the way down, making it to the "wonderful" place I call home. A dark old house in the middle of the woods. I sigh, stepping out and locking my car, then quickly going inside. At the door I'm greeted with my amazing cat, Shade. She stands on the small side table, rubbing against my hand as I shut the door.

I lift her up and carry her to the kitchen with me, petting her along the way. I open a cabinet and grab a can of cat food, smiling as she meows loudly, jumping from my arms to the counter to try and get it. "Hold on, I know" I say reassuringly as I open it and set it down for her. She immediately begins eating. I smile and walk out and to my room.

I open the door and begin undressing, the itchy skin tight suit isn't that comfy to hang around in, especially when you're covered in sweat, so once it's off I go straight to the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping in. The hot water hits my face and stings the wound "Fuck" I wince quietly, bloody water beginning to go down the drain.

I then stare down, water still running down my face but not stinging as badly. All the thoughts of today rushing back to me.

I got to the bank around 1pm, stealing and running with the money, and then that dumbass had to come "save the day" he grabbed me and beat the shit out of me, then deciding to let go for just enough time so I could slip away, Then he cornered and shot at me, and missed, somehow.
Then I got away, basic battling shit.

I begin to wash myself, that dickhead making me even more angry for not following after me, or shooting good. Hell he's the worst, people might as well praise me for the work I do. My schemes always work, and I know how to aim when I shoot. I sigh again, stepping out of the shower and walking to my room, grabbing clothes and changing.

After I change I walk to the bathroom again to brush out my hair and patch up my wounds. I grab the first aid from the bottom cabinet, as well as a brush. I then look at the mirror, staring at myself. My light brown skin covered in wounds, a cut down my arm and my right eye swollen from a punch he threw. "God.." I mutter, grabbing the brush and brushing out my long black hair. Then putting it in a bun to keep it out of my face as I patch myself up.

After I finish, I shut off the light and walk out of the bathroom, not bothering to clean up. Stepping out onto my carpet floor, immediately jump into bed and grab a bottle of tequila from under my pillow, chugging some before resting the back of my head against the headboard. It's going to be a long night..