"Cooper has a bad temper. I just didn't want anyone to get hurt, but I had no choice. I tried brushing it off, but he just kept getting worse. Maybe I need to be stronger," I cry. "Stop that nonsense, Freya. You are strong. You're actually one of the strongest people I know. Don't you dare bring yourself down along with him," June says before pulling me into a hug.
***
"Which fucking hand was it?" I ask Dean. He is currently tied to a chair with blood dripping from his nose. "I didn't even touch her!" he yells. "But you came close to touching something that is not yours. Didn't your mom teach you to keep your fucking hands to yourself?" I ask with a dark harsh voice. "Give me the hammer," I tell Enzo. "Here you go, Boss," he says, handing it to me.
"Was it this hand?" I ask, hitting his right hand as hard as I could. His loud screams fill the air, and I stop when I finally feel satisfied. "You better be glad I have some semblance of repentance," I say, looking at him as he cradles his broken hand.
"Let him go-" I tried to say before I was interrupted, "But boss?" "Don't make me repeat myself. Oh, and Dean, you're fired. And if you even try to open your mouth about this next time, I won't be so gentle."
***
Sitting up in bed when he walked in at 3 am. "What took you so long?" I asked him as I watched him unbutton his shirt. "I took care of business like I told you before, then went out for some drinks with Waylon," he said with an aggravated voice. "Excuse me, you're not the one who gets to be mad here. I told you about something that's been on my mind for weeks and you come in here as if I did something to you."
"I don't feel like arguing," he said, walking into the bathroom. "How dare you turn your back on me. I sat in this room waiting for you to come back to me, just for you to show up tipsy after I opened up to you." Stepping off the bed and walking behind him, I said, "You never care about me, only if it was convenient for you. Why waste my-" Before I could finish my sentence, he yelled at me again. "I told you I don't want to argue," he said, pushing me against the bathroom glass shower wall with his hand around my neck.
"Cooper, you're hurting me," I cried. "Look at what the hell you made me do," he yelled, pushing everything off the counter, the loud sound of shattered items hitting the floor. Backing away slowly before he grabbed me off the floor aggressively, throwing me on the bed. "Bet you like the attention Dean gave," he said with a disgusted look on his face. "You sound sick. What the hell has gotten into you?" I asked as he came close to me. "You," he said with a cold voice. "Cooper, you're scaring me. Why are you acting like this?"
He just got on the other side of the bed and lay down like he did nothing wrong. I spent most of the night secretly crying before I knew it was morning. I just stayed there. I felt when he got off the bed to get ready for work, but I couldn't find it in me to move, so I stayed there. The crying had stopped a long time ago, there were no more tears left in me, and my head was killing me. "You're not going to work?" he asked. I didn't say anything, so he came and stood in front of me.
"What's wrong, darling?" I sat up in bed, revealing my bruised neck. I didn't even know how bad it was, but by his face, it had to be terrible. "Fuck," he yelled, punching a hole in the wall. "I'm so sorry, darling. Please don't leave me," he got on his knees and begged me to stay. "Who said I was going anywhere?" I said with a tired voice. "Cooper, you just need to learn how to control your liquor." "It wasn't only liquor," he said, looking into my eyes.
"Cooper, you and Waylon are not in college anymore. At some point, this mess has to stop." "I won't go into work today," he said, looking sorry in his eyes. "I'm fine, I just need some rest. I'll just lay with you then," he said, not taking no for an answer. And that's what we did.
When I woke up, it was noon, and it honestly felt good to sleep in. I got up to take a shower and get myself ready for the day. "I was wondering when you were going to wake up," he said, pulling me in for a kiss.
"How was your sleep?" he asked, trying to read how I felt from my eyes. "It was amazing," I said, giving him a kiss this time. "Nelle made lunch," he said, looking into my eyes. "Good, because I am hungry."
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Nobody Told Me
RomantikI can't say the signs wasn't there, but his love made me blind and the people around me were lying. I was only a freshman in college with no parents to tell me they were proud of me. But unlike most stories, this one doesn't start from the beginning...
