Zane Cyrus is a moody boxer from England. He hates small talk, fake politeness, happiness and most of all he hates it when people can't mind their own business.
Calista-Mae is the epitome of sweet. She cares deeply for those around her and will go...
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CALISTA
I SAW him the other day, at the hospital. He looked at me like he knew me.
What was he doing there?
He looks better in the day. I actually got a clear look at him. He's got buzzed brown hair, big brown eyes and a scar on his left eyebrow. As I walked past he dwarfed me, I mean I'm five foot six which isn't short but he must be around six four cause Wyatt's six foot tall and he's definietly taller than that.
Is it bad that I feel safer around a stranger who could easily squash me like a bug than my own boyfriend sometimes?
For the first time in almost five years, I'm having serious doubts about me and Wyatt. I had this moment the other day where I just thought, what am I doing?
I work so hard all week long to provide for us and all he does it chill around the apartment all day and train, the only time he brings in any money is on a Friday. And when I get home all I get is arguments.
I got home the other night and he was in a really good mood, until I told him I wasn't in the mood for sex, after all I'd just been at the hospital for a really long shift. All I wanted was a shower and to go to sleep.
He didn't like no and he begged and begged and begged until I gave in and said yes.
He's not always hitting me. Sometimes he can be really nice, caring and loving, like the Wyatt I met in freshman year. But other times, he lets the violence from his fighting life seep into our relationship and it scares me.
I'm scared one day he'll take it too far.
I'm not sure I'm strong enough to leave him. I mean I still love him just as much as when we first got together and it's not like I have anywhere to go. I have no friends in the city, I haven't talked to my family in years and I'm scared to be alone.
I don't think Wyatt would just let me go anyway. He'd find me.
I have so many conflicting feelings. Part of me loves Wyatt and is willing to put up with his mood swings because he's all I know. The other part of me wants out, I want freedom and I want a fresh start, I don't want to be stuck in this cycle.
"What movie do you want to watch?" Wyatt asks as he pulls me down to sit on the couch with him.
"I don't mind."
"Horror then." He decides and I hold back a sigh.
I hate horror and gore. Wyatt knows that, but he doesn't care.
"Okay." I agree, not wanting to fight tonight.
I spend most of the time staring at the wall by the tv, pretending to watch the scary movie.
It's Thursday today, which means that it's Friday tommorow. I really hope he wins. He has to win.
Wyatt looks over at me and smiles. I smile back, swallowing my anxiety and just enjoying the moment of peace.
