"You have a place in my heart no
One else ever could have"
–F. Scott Fitzgerald️ ⚠️This chapter may contain mention of sexual and physical abuse⚠️
Anger
That's all I saw in his eyes and it terrified me to my very core. How did this happen? How did he find me?
"Look at you, aren't you happy to see your beloved boyfriend, huh?" Tyler mutter, his hold around my neck getting tighter as he lift me up by my throat that my feet were not on the floor anymore.
My life was flashing before my eyes, somewhere inside me I knew this is it, this is the end of my life and freedom.
"Did you really think I'd let you go free after the stunts you pulled with me!?" He barks before throwing a hard punch across my face.
I cried and struggled against him but it was pointless, I couldn't fight against him, he was too strong.
"You fucking ruined my life, since the day I met you, everything went down the fucking hill" he growl while I was gasping for air.
"You know what you are? You're a fucking murderer" he spits on my face before slightly loosening his hold around my neck, but didn't let me go entirely.
"First you killed your own parents and then you came in my life to fucking ruin everything!" He shouts and tears sprung my eyes. A murderer
"I used to pity you till I found out that you killed your parents, you took their lives with your selfishness!" He spits, every word dripping with venom.
"N– No! I didn't kill them" I cried and he swing his hand, landing a tight slap across my face that I could taste blood filling my mouth.
"You did, you killed them, you killed your own parents and now you fucked up my life, you are a fucking murderer, and the only thing you deserve is eternity of pain and misery" he grits out before digging his nails at the sides of my neck so hard that I could feel my skin ripping against his harsh nails.
"Whatever you touch turns to shit, I can't go back home because I have his men looking everywhere for me, I might get caught but I'm not going down alone, I promised you that I'll ruin you for life and here I am" his voice got low and terrifying before he threw me on the floor.
I tried to scurry away but failed when he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me back, throwing me on my back and threw a hard kick on my stomach, making me roll over in pain and cry.
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