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Poofless

Thank you for the request WolfKid47! It means so much! This is really short but at least I tried. Sorry for not updating for so long guys, and enjoy!

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Rob's POV

He was never this mean. He said he wouldn't treat me like everyone else. He said he would be there for me, be my best friend. He said he would love me. He said he would protect me from all my demons.

It all started a couple months back when he started going out to the club. He was getting drunk at least once a week. I feel like I could have saved us if I had stopped him.

I wish I could have just told him how much I loved him. How much I needed him. I hate to think that we're over. He hit me. It was only one time, but he still hit me.

It was just a couple days ago. He came home drunk, as usual. He was an angry drunk. He didn't like when people got in his way. I just happened to cross paths with him when he was angry.

He was mad about some guy, probably the bouncer kicking him out of the bar because he was doing something stupid or bothering someone. The sad thing is, he wasn't even as drunk as he usually was.

*flashback*

It was a normal Friday. It was about twelve at night. I was sitting down watching a movie called Mean Girls. It's a classic man. I wasn't expecting Preston to come home for another couple of hours. He was always getting drunk now. I don't know why he is or where he's going but he is. Probably some club.

As I got to the part where the four plastics, let's face it Cady had long fallen into their style, were dancing to the tacky Christmas song.

Out of nowhere Preston burst through the door with a bottle in his hands.

"Rooooobbb!" he shouted. "Wheree I-is the dinnerrr?"

"Uh sorry Preston.. I forgot you were coming home tonight.." I said scared to be yelled at.

"I am sick of your bulllllshhhiit Rob!"

He started toward me with an angry look on his face. He slapped me across the face, hard.

"Now go make dinner!!" he yelled and kicked me.

I walked out of the front door soon after he had passed out I the couch.

*flashback over*

My phone vibrating on my leg awoke me from my daze. The message was from a blocked number. Probably Preston wanting me back.

Rob, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to hit you.. I was
drunk. I can change for you. I'll stop going to clubs and drinking. I promise.

I texted him back ten minutes later, finally done with his bullshit. The message was short and blunt.

It's too late to apologize.