LUCY POV
The sun was shining brightly down on me and Dylan as we sat on the balcony of our hotel. We decided we were going to follow formula 1 this year. I wasn't really interested in the sport but Dylan loved to spend all his time watching the races and following all the news and gossip. Of course we start the season in Bahrain and have a hotel a 5 minute walk from the circuit.
"I really do wish you'd stop poisoning your body with that shit Lucy." I looked at Dylan shocked, he has never spoken to me this way, or ever referred to me by my name.
"What do you mean Dyl? You've never had an issue with me smoking before?" He looked back at me with an annoyed look. One I'd not seen for a long time.
When me and Dylan first got together, he had issues controlling his temper, he used to berate me and make me feel self conscious, worthless and like he'd be better off if I wasn't in the picture. There were times we would argue, until we were blue in the face and he would get physical.
It took an emotional toll on me and I started hurting myself. When he saw this, he turned into a new person, he went to the doctors and got some antidepressants and we'd be fine ever since.
"Have you packed your medication with you?" I asked afraid of the answer. "Of course I haven't!" He snapped. "You took so fucking long to pack and get ready, that I completely forgot them!"
There it was, the answer I'd been dreading. This weekend was going to be anything but fun.
Dylan wasn't the only one to blame, or so he told me, I could very quickly turn to anger. My dad left when I was pretty young, but not young enough to see what he did to my mum and put us both through. She raised me to be a strong willed young woman and I'd be damned if I let anyone speak to me that way.
"I'm not to be blamed for your lack of competence, you're a grown ass man for crying out loud!" I knew what was about to happen the second the sentence left my mouth.
Dylan flew over in a fit of rage, quicker than I could dodge. There was pressure on my neck, I couldn't breathe and couldn't move.
"Where do you get off speaking to me that way! You're an ungrateful bitch, if it wasn't for you failing to k*ll yourself, I wouldn't be on these stupid pills." He released his grip slightly giving me chance to breathe, but my breathe caught, feeling like I'd start crying.
"But then again, you never can be trusted to do a decent job of anything." He let go of my neck and pushed off of me, causing my head to make contact with the wall behind it.
Is that really how he felt? 3 years of my life and my virginity, I had given this man. The man, who just all but said I should have gone through with what I was attempting.
I laid on the floor, silently sobbing wondering why I had to take so long to get ready and I'd still have my Dylan.
"Clean yourself up I want to go for dinner and see the sights." He commanded rather than suggested.
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AN: Sorry for any triggers this may have caused, this was not my intention just past experience and some backstory.
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