For dailyjanoskianimagin so sorry for the wait.
"Why are you touching my girlfriend?" Brian shouted.
You were hosting a small get together at your house, and your sisters boyfriend, who was drunk, was getting a little bit hanzi.
"Brian calm down," you asked placing your hand on his large arm.
The yelling had caught everyone's attention, and you were extremely embarrassed.
"And you Nicole!" Brian turned to you, snatching his arm away, "Why are you dressed like some whore?"
The small crowd around you two gasped and You couldn't help the tears slipping from you eyes.
You turned and ran out the back door to the porch, with Brian calling your name. Taking a seat on one of the pool chairs you cried into your hands.
"Nicole," Brian called from behind you, "You know I have a bad temper, I inherited it from my mom."
You wiped your eyes and turned to him.
"That's no excuse!" You snapped. You were hurt, he embarrassed you, and worse he called you that awful name.
"Nicole, I'm sorry. I saw him and you. I got jealous." He sat down next to you.
"Why?"
"I don't want to share you."
He must of thought that sounded cute or something.
You stood up in a new fit of rage.
"You're kidding me? Right?" He looked confused, "This is my body, Brian. I don't belong to you, or anybody else, for that matter."
"No, no. That's not what I meant." He stood and grabbed your arm.
"This can't go on." You told him, referring to his constant outbursts.
"Nicole, I..."
"You what?" You asked walking back towards the house.
"Nicole, can't you see I love you!"
You turned around, "Who me? I'm just a whore, you said so yourself."
He ran his hands through his hair, "Nicole I'm sorry."
You took a step in his direction.
"Is that all you have to say? Sorry?"
He broke eye contact, and focused on the concrete.
"if you walk back in to the house, and leave me out here, I will cry."
You scoffed and he took a step towards you, closing the gap.
"I might even die."
"I don't understand you, Brian."
You didn't budge. You wanted to run up and give him a hug, but you fought the urge.
"God only knows the mess I'd be without you, Nicole" he confessed pressing his lips on yours.
"Brian, you need to make some changes."
"I know, I know," he said resting his head on top of yours, "I'll treat you nice, and good. How someone like you should be treated."
You sighed, hugging him back.
"You better, I'm pretty damn special."
