Y/N . . .
A loud bang sounded as the front door flew into the wall, the thoughts swirling around your head distracting you too much to think about the mark it would leave. Throwing your bag down in the hall, you cursed to yourself as you almost fell removing your heels in your blinding rage.
"That little bitch" you seethed, venom dripping from your words as you paced around the dark room. The house was empty, something you'd grown accustomed to over the past few months. Tears would have been stinging at your eyes to accompany the dull ache in your chest, but this had happened one too many times and the helpless, weak feeling was becoming too much for you to bare.
A bottle of vodka sat on the kitchen countertop, beckoning you to drown your anger and sorrows with it's bitter taste. The internal battle between drinking the spirit and remaining sober to have your senses about you for his return was soon lost with the realisation being inebriated would make confronting his infidelities hurt less. Grabbing the bottle off the side, you made your way upstairs to the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend.
'Boyfriend'. A chuckle left your lips at the title, your naivety in believing he would change filling you with amusement. The liquor burned your throat with each sip as you climbed onto the bed, the effects soon kicking in as you relaxed slightly from your agitated state. Unanswered questions still swirled round your head, however, the ache in your chest never fading despite having sipped through almost half the litre bottle. Did he ever love me? Did the pleads for another chance mean anything?
3:02
The sound of keys turning in the lock echoed through the house, your heart dropping to your stomach as the nerves built up anticipating the confrontation yet to come.
"Babe?"
Silence.
"Babe? I'm home!"
Silence, yet again. The stairs soon began creaking as he came to find you. The bedroom door slowly opened, a huge grin decorating his face as he stepped from behind it, a dozen red roses in one hand.
So now he had time to think about you. He held the bouquet out as he ambled to the bed, another romantic gesture in attempts to distract you from asking where he had been.
As your glare pierced his skin, the joyous expression fell from his face, his eyes trailing down to the bottle clenched so tightly in your hand that your knuckles had turned white.
"Y/N?"
He placed the flowers on the bed and perched on the sheets, worry creasing his eyebrows at your drunk state.
"Baby, what's wrong?"
His voice was soft, his hand reaching out to stoke the side of you face, but before his fingers could come into contact with your skin, your hand came down harshly across his face . The force you hadn't known you possessed snapped his head to the side, the tension in the room suffocating as it fell silent.
"How could you Prince" Your voice was low, barely above a whisper.
He turned to face you, shock adorning his features. Throughout your relationship, there had been numerous screaming matches and doors slammed but it had never turned into anything physical.
"Two years. Two years, and this is what I get?"
He was stunned, still trying to comprehend what had just happened, but his silence only infuriated you more.
The months of waiting up for him, smelling another woman's perfume on his clothes, the small bruises that lined his neck on more than one occasion. The frustration you had been harbouring came to head and you snapped, jumping off the bed, the bottle rolling to the floor as you pushed Prince backwards. He stumbled off the bed, blocking the punches you were now throwing as your anger consumed you. All the betrayal, the heartache, making you feel worthless, and he had the audacity to come home every time acting as if he had done no wrong, as if he was the faithful man who had promised himself to you all them years ago.
Anger and alcohol was never a good combination, yet despite the regret you knew you'd feel in moments to come, you couldn't bring yourself to stop.
Tears cascaded down your face as Prince managed to grab hold of your wrists, restraining your barrage of hits. You tried to twist your way out of his hold but his grip was too tight.
"Don't fucking touch me" His voice was filled with an unfamiliar base, eyes a sudden pitch black as he glared down at you.
Prince, or Jacob as you knew him, had a temper, one you knew about all too well. He was quick to enter an argument, hurtful with his comments and even violent towards guys who he views as 'overly friendly' with you. But despite this you had been shielded from the true extent of his anger, Chres or Rayan usually on hand to remove you from a heated situation or Jacob himself storming out in the midst of one of your arguments prevent things escalating further.
All the anger you felt had diminished long ago, fear now taking its place as he gripped your hair pulling you to his eye level.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"I-I- .."
Before you could form a coherent answer you found yourself sprawled on the floor. Prince above you throwing punch after punch. You tried to shield yourself but it was no use.
"JACOB" a piercing scream left your lips,
"Stop, please!" you begged, trying desperately to catch your breath as one hit winded you.
Fear and disbelief swam in your eyes as he showed no signs of stopping. Unable to defend yourself and with Ray or Chres no where near to help, you squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to stare into his cold unforgiving ones any longer.
He was a monster.
Blood oozed from where his rings had cut your skin, you were unsure whether your light headedness was more a result of his punches or the vodka that still inebriated you. After what felt like hours his outburst ceased. You opened your eyes, the outline of Jacob's figure appearing in double as he sat on the edge of your bed, leg shaking and head in his hands.
After a few moments, he turned back in your direction, tears brimming his eyes as regret seeped in, the view of your battered body leaving him sobbing.
He had done both things he vowed he never would: cheat and lay his hands on you. A sharp pain shot through his chest as he saw your eyelids close, darkness finally consuming you.
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Note: I do not condone violence under any circumstances, neither men or women should lay their hands on their partner!
Edited: July 2017
