**one year later**
Adison's POV:
"It will always, and forever be your fault," shawn spits, I've never been faced with a face so angry, so violent and brutal, it all makes me want to hide. But I'm far too interested to try and fix the problem to leave.
"You can't keep blaming me," i cry, losing control of all emotions I thought I could keep to myself, "it's not fair."
"Life wasn't meant to be fair sweet heart," shawn says too sweetly, scaring me more than before. This is how I know he's really mad. He stands so close to me that he's practically leaning in my face, "and how do you expect me not to blame you for something you could've controlled hm?" He whispers in my ear and caresses my cheek, tears still running down them.
He walks away, leaving me in fear of him possibly trashing the house we worked so hard to save for, ruining everything. It would be nothing new.
"Shawn we can't keep fighting about this," i cry, wiping my cheeks and trying not to seem so weak in front of him.
"This isn't a fight Adison," he growls, eyes growing dark, "you just can't see truth, that's nothing to fight over."
The stubbornness he holds, the close minded views on everything, makes me want to scream so loud I lose my ability to speak. Instead, I breathe, I breathe so deeply I was debating whether I should exhale.
"Fine," i deadpan, not wanting to deal with him anymore, "if you want to blame me for why we lost the baby, then do it."
He hates nothing more in this world than the attuitude I dish to him.
I've never witnessed someone crack, as in completely lose their mind, but I just witnessed it in the way shawn twisted his face, using all the anger he could get and take it out on me.
"You bitch," tears brim his eyes and his hands go into fists, his face being beet red, "you're the reason why my life's a mess, and you're the reason why my child is dead."
The words were clearly not put through a filter in his head, for they hit me like a ton of bricks knocking out any breath I had in my lungs.
Our baby, I think to myself, trying my hardest not to cry, our baby was lost through a miscarriage, not because of me.
"You're disgusting to think something like that." As the words left my mouth sirens were going off in my head telling me this is dangerous, I'm stepping over a line that was clearly drawn. Truth is, I wanted to explore his anger, this being the first time I've seen him this angry, ever.
He comes speed walking towards me, his arms shaking, and I beg in fear of what he might do.
"Shawn no!" I scream, backing away into the Island counter, crying uncontrollably, "please!"
I lift my hands up in defense and before I can say anything his hand is already firmly grasping my shoulder.
"DON'T EVER," he begins shaking me by the shoulders, his fingers leaving bruises for me to discover tomorrow, "SAY THAT TO ME."
stinging, the collision of skin to skin, one being a cheek and the other a hand, the breath being knocked out of me from shock and an overwhelming saddness.
The one I love, just touched me in a way I never thought he would dare.
"WHAT THE HELL," I scream, my knees shaking and almost knocking me to the floor, breath stealing sobs escaping my lips, "HOW DARE YOU, W-WHY."
My legs, my lungs, nothing can take it anymore, the shock of the event blurs my vision, making me even more confused and worried of where shawn might be.
"It's to teach you a lesson," He says calmly, his eyes squeezed shut, his hands unclenching, "how else will you learn? It's because I love you, you help and teach the ones you love."
On the floor I lay, clutching my heart in attempt of holding myself together a million thoughts running through my mind at once.
For the first time, I have been touched in the way of hatred and not passion, by someone who swore to love me and never hurt me.
But it's not hurt if he loves me..right?
________________________________________~0-100 real quick
~Leah
