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Chris Motionless: Temper Temper

You were in a relationship with Chris Motionless. You had been for years. Great right? Well... It was at the start. He was always there for you, looking after you when you were down, holding you while you slept, drying your tears when you cried. Every day, you woke up to him already up, making you breakfast. He really did love you. Everything was so perfect.
Then came the album Reincarnate. It was probably their best album yet. And you loved the song "Wasp". He wrote it for you. But you knew exactly what happened during the time they were making the album. And why he wrote the song you love so much.
You drifted. Ok. You could deal with that. You still had him when you needed him. It didn't matter if he was writing or not. If you needed him, he was more that happy to be there for you.
But then he wasn't ok with looking after you. You assumed he'd hit some sort of writers block or something. But he was stressed. And you were the only one he could take it out on. It started with little fights. You could cope with that.
"What is it NOW?" He would yell.
"Can't you see I'm upset...?" That would be your go-to response. It used to get him to snap out of it and run to your aid.
"Can't you see I'm writing?!" He'd spit back, no worry or care in his voice. Just some emotion close to annoyance. Just more intense.
"You used to care... What the hell happened?" You'd raise your voice at this point. It wasn't confidence. It was carelessness. You didn't care at this point. He couldn't do anything you weren't used to. He'd just yell about how he was too busy to care and that you were just getting in the way. Then you'd go to bed, sleeping in the spare room, and cry yourself to sleep. You took comfort in the fact that you always woke up next to him. Either he slept in the spare room with you, or he carried you to the room you shared. It told you that he still cared. Even if he never really apologised. You didn't really expect one. This was Chris.
"What happened? You want to go there?! Fine! You're always in my way! ALWAYS! I'm trying to make this album perfect, and I can't do that, if YOU constantly need attention! Learn to deal with it by yourself!" That was the sort of thing he'd say. This happened every night. You were used to it. Usually. You'd just say you were sorry and go to the spare room. But one night it was different. He said his piece. But as you went to go upstairs, you heard this; "Go ahead. Sleep in that little room, all by yourself. I'm not coming in there with you and I'm not carrying you in to sleep with me either. Ok?!"
He didn't care. The last little detail in your life giving you hope: shattered. It wasn't like the words themselves were hurtful. But what they were saying. Your own boyfriend, the man that you loved. He was done. So you spun around in your heels and strode back downstairs.
"Ugh, what NOW?!" He yelled.
"You really don't care anymore, do you?!" This time, you were screaming too. You didn't care. You couldn't care. What was the point when Chris didn't?
"Dammit Y/N, I'm busy! And you're just needy ok?! If one of those things changed, then maybe I'd give a crap! But. I. Don't." Each of the last three words was emphasised by a step forward. A terrifying step towards you.
"I'm not needy... Why would you say that...? Maybe I had a bad day or-"
"I. Don't. Care!"
Three more steps. You didn't want to know what he was going to do when he got to you. So you started backing away. All that did was earn a smirk from the man you no longer knew.
"And now you're scared? Ha!" He laughed. A cold, emotionless, almost brittle sound.
"What else am I supposed to feel?!" Now it was confidence. Because you knew that one way or another, you could get him to see sense. He'd get there, and purely out of fear and previous experiences, you'd protect yourself. And he'd realise what was happening. Or this wouldn't work and he would hit you. Then he'd feel so awful about it and change his ways. Or he wouldn't and you'd leave. He'd either start to care, or you'd find someone else.
"I-" he started.
"Don't have an answer," you interrupted. Wrong move.
"DON'T CUT ME OFF! First. You constantly pester me when I'm working," he started, his voice scarily calm. He was past angry now. He started counting off all the things you'd done wrong. But you couldn't really listen. Fear was taking over. You couldn't focus. You couldn't run. You were frozen. Reality was setting in. He didn't care. This wasn't Chris anymore. This was some madman trapped in his body. But you fell in love with CHRIS. Not his body or his looks. Him. And now he was gone. "And you're not even LISTENING!" The yelling was back, almost a relief, but still enough to make you jump. He was only two feet away. But he was stalking up closer, shaking with anger. He took a step. You backed away. He strode forward again, you scuttled back. You were crying. But this thing didn't care. He carried on walking forward, you stepping back until your back hit the wall behind you. Now you were shaking, crying and truly scared. He was still only two feet away, you keeping a constant distance between the two of you. You slumped down to the cold floor, propped up against the wall. Soon, Chris was towering over you. He raised his hand, merely to run it through his hair, but it was enough for you to bring your arms up. Protect your face. Then it was gone. The anger vanished all at once.
"Shit did you- baby you didn't think I was gonna hit you, did you...?" He asked, urgency and disappointment in himself filling his voice.
"I- I guess I-" Your voice was cut off by your own shaking and sobbing.
"You're crying. Oh god you're crying. Baby you're shaking! Oh god I- I'm so sorry... I don't know what..." he trailed off. He offered you a hand to get up, slowly enough so he didn't startle you again. You were still trembling, but couldn't support your own weight under your now pointless legs. They couldn't keep you up, they couldn't do their job. So you gingerly took his hand. He slowly pulled you up, both of you now too scared to move too quickly. Chris, scared that if he does, you'll think he's about to hit you and run. You, because if you do, Chris might think you're about to run and hit you.
He willed his hand to inch toward your face so he could dry your tears. You backed away, and fear filled Chris' eyes instead of yours. He was sure he was going to lose you. That he'd already lost you.
"Baby, please! I'm not going to hurt you! Please, I'm begging you! Don't be scared of me... I can't take it!" He sobbed. He was crying too.
"I just, I'm so used to people hitting me when they get mad! And with you, I though it was differ-"
"It is baby! Oh my god I would never hurt you! And if I did, I'd want you to run. But I'd never let that happen... God, I've been a pretty bad boyfriend, haven't I...?" He was so disappointed with himself.
"I wouldn't say tha-"
"Yes you would. Because I have. It's one thing to ignore you, or to yell. But I know how much it meant for you to wake up next to me. It meant I cared. And I just told you that I didn't. It's not true baby. None of it. I care so much! So much that's it's physically painful. And I thought that if you woke up next to me, everything would be ok." He went on and on. But you let him. It made you smile. You grew the courage to walk up to him. He let a sad smile tug at his lips, before tracing the little tracks that tears had left in your perfect, fragile, tired and almost broken looking face.
"You're still pretty when you cry. So, so goddamn pretty. I love you. You know that, right?" He asked tentatively.
"Of course I do! I love you too... That's why it scared me to see you like that. It wasn't YOU." You explained.
"I know... I know baby. I won't, I couldn't ever let that happen again. I just- the album has to be perfect for the fans... I shouldn't put them before you though. If the band splits up, I know I still have you. And you're all I need..." he promised before connecting your lips in a sweet and careful kiss. Everything was ok. You could feel it now.
"You're all I need too, and I love you so much," you smiled.
"I love you too baby. Now let's go to bed. Together yeah?" He asked as he offered you his hand. You giggled and nodded.
He never made you feel unsafe or scared or worthless ever again it was like the beginning again.

Holy crap, 1595 words... SORRY! Well I hope you enjoyed and don'tforget to request! I love you all. Stay happy! ❤️