Random Short Stories

Him.

My heart starts racing as I hear him say my name on the other end of the phone, as he continues pleading with me.
"Beautiful... Come see me. I really need you," he murmurs.
I swallow the lump in my throat as tears flow down my cheeks. How can I say no? I love him. I'm weak to him. I know I shouldn't be, he's bad for me and I can't keep giving in. But I can't stop the words coming out of my mouth.
"You know I love you... Of course I'll be there," I whisper back.
"That's my girl. Be here in 20, okay?"
"Understood."
I let out a sigh of relief as he hangs up. I slowly look around my room at everything I knew. Pictures of friends, family... They know nothing about how I'm feeling, or why I've been avoiding them for weeks- why I have only been focused on him. I lost my identity, who I am. I feel like nothing without him. As I let out a sob, I begin to pack up my clothing for the night into a duffle bag. I pick up the necklace my mom gave me years ago, and hold it tight in my hand. Suddenly, a scream escapes my mouth.
"Why?! Why do I fucking let you do this to me?! I hate you so much! I hate you so much... But I love you..." My voice falls to a whisper as I fall back onto my bed.
I let myself breathe for a minute before heaving myself up again. I grab my things and walk out of the apartment, locking the door behind me. I walk to my car and toss my bag into the passenger seat. As I'm driving there, he calls me again.
"Beautiful, where are you? I'm waiting, not so patiently," he questions.
I silently roll my eyes as I continue driving and check the time until I get to his house- 10 minutes.
"I promise I'm not too far away," I reply.
I hear him let out a sigh in irritation.
"Baby... Don't keep me waiting any longer than I have to," he states bitterly.
"I won't."
As I pull up to his house, I see him standing at the door. I get out, grab my bag, and approach him. I'm expecting him to grab my hand and just drag me straight to the bedroom, but instead he pulls me in for a big hug. I slowly reach my arms around him in confusion.
"I just wanted you... I missed you. I love you. And I am so glad you're here," he whispers softly.
Tears well up in my eyes. I know that this is just going to begin the ongoing cycle we have going- the one where he makes me feel like I can never be replaced, where I'm on top of the world, where I'm everything- only to them be treated like I'm nothing but a sex toy. I sigh before I respond.
"I love you too..."