𝘿𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙄𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙩 - 𝙔𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝙓 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 ✓

50.

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"That's the stupidest thing you could've ever done!"

"Oh, please,"

"No, I'm being serious! why would you tattoo my name on you!? are you out of your mind!?"

"You're making it sound worse than it actually is, it's just a tattoo."

"Of my name! I would understand if it was the name of a family member or something along those lines, but it's not, it's me!"

"And?"

A loud, frustrated sigh leaves me, my fingers gripping the bridge of my nose. I stand from the other side of the lounge room, holding my robe over my body with defence as he stands. "And? what made you think tattooing my name on your arm was a good idea!?"

"I thought you'd be happy to have a man who'd be that dedicated to you, you know, considering your past relationships,"

This man is going to push me over the edge. 

My grip over my robe tightens as I chew the inside of my cheek, holding my anger and swallowing it down. 

"I didn't know you were willing to go there."

"I can and happily will, you know why? because you don't appreciate the things I do for you, yet your still heartbroken over the men who've hurt you!"

"You've hurt me before too! you're not special just because you permanently embedded my name into your skin!"

"I never knew there were woman who didn't like committed men, you seem to be the first!" 

My teeth grit and my stomach twists in anger, my feet hurling and stomping upstairs past him. I slam my door closed, locking the door as I approach the closet, grumbling to myself as I shove my clothes and possessions into a bag. My arms rapidly move, kneeling by my closet as my things sprawl around me, blinded by anger and fed-up frustration. 

My heart pauses for a moment, the sound of my bedroom door's handle rattling erratically slams against my thoughts. My head turns and gaze locks on the rattling doorknob, before a slam. And another slam, my heart jolting and my body tensing to the door being kicked open. Wood splinters fly and a foot's indent hollows the dead centre of the door, Stanislav's angered figure stomping inside with fuming rage. 

"What the hell-!?" I cry, staring at the broken, splintered door and his fuming figure. "You think I hurt you!? I never once cheated, I never once hit you or belittled you! and what do you think you're doing!? leaving!?" He screams with rage, standing by the side of my bed as I hold the clothes beside me, mid-packing. I stare with stunned shock and intimidated fear, my body tensing and tightening. 

"Yes, I'm leaving! I can't deal with this anymore, your too much for me! Your psychotic, and I'm not your property, you don't own me!" I cry, gripping my clothes as he stomps towards me, kneeling and ripping the shirt from my grasp. 

"Absolutely not."

He growls, deep and with authority. My heart pounds as he rips me by my wrist, manhandling me across my room and shoving me into his. I kick and fight against his grasp, panic and anger coursing through me as he slams the door, locking it. 

"You aren't leaving, Y/N." His gaze narrows and he hisses through his teeth, my panic rising and boiling over. "You can't keep me in here forever!" I scream, and I just realised saying that was one of the biggest mistakes I could've ever made. 

"Now that I think about it, maybe I will." His lips lift into a sinister, amused chuckle. 

I watch in shock as he begins to walk out of the room, slamming and locking the door behind him. I can't believe I just said that. I can't believe myself. Oh my god.