mine/yours

part one - leaving

swearing and abuse
self harm

"You never cared, you never cared about me!" she yelled at him, swinging another blow. Wilbur narrowly missed it, a slight yelp escaping him.

"I did care! I always did my FUCKING BEST to care? Why are you— stop hitting me!" Wilbur argued, only pissed out of self-preservation and fear, hitting the wall behind him and having to take her punches.

"You bit me!" she yelled back.

"You never said you were uncomfortable with it, first of all, and second, you hit me far more times than I bit you!" Wilbur yelled, squeezing his eyes shut, trying his best not to fight back, letting her just hit him over and over again. "Please— stop hitting me—"

"What'll you do if I don't, will you hit me back, will you abuse me?! You gonna hit me to show how much you love me?!" she said, slapping him once and stepping back.

"Don't worry, I can't be bothered! You're not worth the trouble it would take to hit you! You are an empty—" he yells, his temper snapping, "—empty—" he grabs his car keys off the table and opens the door, "—hollow shell of a woman!" he slams the door behind him.

He goes out to his car, ignoring her yelling behind him, and gets in, locking the doors and putting the key into the ignition— not starting it, just sitting. He grabs his pocket knife from the cup holder, rolls up his sleeve and slides the tip of the blade down his arm, and rolls his sleeve back down. He pegs the knife at the footwell, starts up the car, and speeds off.