Love Syndrome - Rewritten

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Trigger warning. You probably can guess what for. 

Brick's P.O.V

I could hear my heart pumping so loudly in my own ears that I was almost positive Day heard it too. 

I don't know why I was so nervous...but there was a part of me that was scared shitless of this man. 

I guess that night must have taken a larger toll on me that I expected. 

He still had that look in his eyes. 

Even hours later, he still looked like he wanted to punch something or break something - I just hoped it wouldn't be me this time. 

Day took a deep breath in and then out, seemingly trying to calm himself. But I could tell it didn't work. 

He ran a hand through his black hair as he began walking towards me, taking one slow step at a time. 

Even though it was early in the day, the blinds were shut and Day hadn't turned the light on, so the room was still pretty dark. 

The darkness only added to my anxiety as I began backing away from him. 

He said nothing. He just stared into my eyes, an expressionless look on the rest of his face.

I inhaled sharply when I felt the back of my calf hit something. 

It's the couch. He's got you backed up into a corner.

I started shaking subconsciously as he got closer and closer. 

What had happened to me? I used to casually beat people up if they got on my nerves. So, why was I so scared of him? 

Yeah I knew that he would probably win in a fight...but I wasn't even trying to be strong. What was wrong with me! I screamed at myself. My inner turmoil only fueling my emotional mess.

I was shocked out of my thoughts when I felt a hand tightly grab my chin, forcing me to look at the man in front of me. 

My whole body tensed up as he leaned in, bringing our lips only inches apar before moving at the last minute to whisper into my ear, "I told you you'd regret it." 

Next thing I know, I'm being pushed down onto the sofa, my head on an armrest, while the rest of my body was laying down in an awkward curved position. 

Too dazed, I didn't feel him lift up my thighs and shift us around so that we were both laid out on the couch, his body pressing mine down, while his hands held my arms, rendering me unable to move my limbs.

He leaned in again, this time, I assume to actually kiss me, when I spoke up, halting his movements. 

"What did I even do?" I asked softly, my voice breaking slightly as my sight became blurry. 

His eyes widened as he inhaled sharply.

The grip on my arms tightened and he leaned in so close that I could feel the movement of his lips on mine as he spoke.

"What did you do? What did you do!?" He repeated my words. The second time he said it, it was like something snapped in his brain. Aggression laced his tone and his movements as he immediately got up from the bed and pulled me with him, by my wrist.  

I was practically thrown off the sofa and shoved towards the door to the bedroom. 

"What did you do?!" He said again, yelling this time. 

I collided with the door as he shoved me against it. 

I was shaking so hard I thought my legs would give out beneath me. 

You never should've gotten mixed up with him. Look at you, forgetting the past. Were you so horny that you couldn't say no that night?

Of course you're stupid enough to get attached to him and now you can't even fight back. 

Just give him what he wants and then ghost him. 

You've done it before. You can do it again. 

I told you didn't I. People only want you around for what you can give them. 

They never cared, they don't care, and they never WILL!

I wasn't even aware of what Day was doing because I was too stuck in my own head. 

The voice had trapped me up there again. 

After what felt like an eternity in silence with those words lingering in my subconscious, I was pulled out by the sound of Day's voice. 

We were on the bed now and he was straddling me, my hands were pinned above my head, and his other hand was wrapped around my throat. 

"Why didn't you just listen to me and not drink! Why are you so annoying! And who is SHE!" Day wasn't even asking at this point, he was just screaming at me. 

His hand continued to tighten around my throat and the tears were now flowing down my face. 

Before, he had cared when he saw me crying. 

He had stopped. 

He had given me hope. 

Now...he had a sinister looking smirk on his face at the sight me thrashing underneath him, crying and unable to beg him to let go, to tell him I can't breathe. 

Right as my vision started fading out, he let go. 

"You're not escaping this so easily." 

I shivered as he whispered into my ear. 

My hands immediately wanting to rush to my neck to soothe the ache. 

However...I still couldn't move. 

He hadn't let go of my hands yet.