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You paced the length of your living room. You were trying to rehearse what to say to Brian, how to confront the issue at hand. But sadly you knew no matter how many times you rehearsed, you sill wouldn't know what to say.
"Nicole?" Brian asked with confusion as he walked through the door.
"Hello, Brian."
He sat his practice bag down on the counter.
"Is something the matter? I wasn't expecting you."
You scolded yourself to remain calm.
"Brian, we need to talk." You told him, with your voice shaking.
He rolled his eyes, strolled past you and sat down on the couch.
"We don't need to talk, Nicole." He instructed looking for the remote.
Right then you knew to tread lightly, he was in one of his moods.
"No Brian, I think we do." You tried again, standing in front of the tv.
"Nicole, this isn't the time. I'm tired." He complained.
"This isn't fair, how come everything we do has to be initiated by you?" You asked with a pleading tone, finding it impossible to fight the tears.
He only ignored you.
"This just isn't fair, Brian! I bet you talk to Margret!"
At the mention of her name, Brian snapped up from his sitting position.
He stalked closer to you, "What did you just say?"
"Do you talk to her, more than me?"
He immediately changed to subject to you, "I know you've been having sex with that trainer down at the gym." He told you, darkness swallowing his eyes.
You knew he would never hurt you, nonetheless, his anger issues scared the hell out of you.
"Brian, you need to trust me, why are you so jealous all the time?" You yelled tears falling from your eyes.
"I'm not jealous, I can sense you've been with another man." He defended, slowly cornering you.
"Brian, I swear to you, you're my first and only." You told him in fear.
He walked closer to you.
"What about Margret?" You asked.
"It was once." He confessed, his eyes locked with yours.
"You promised me! You swore you loved me!" You cried.
"Maybe, I need some space!" He screamed.
It was like you could hear the sound of your heart shattering.
"Brian, I--"
"Maybe," He grabbed you firmly at the wrist yanking you upstairs to his bedroom, "It's time you visit your own apartment!?"
He pushed you towards the bed, grabbing a suitcase, he forcefully opened the closet doors, stuffing your clothes in them.
You were sobbing now, "Brian stop it,"
He was tearing through the draws and throwing them at the suitcase.
"Brian, please don't do this!"
He stopped, only for a second, before zipping the suitcase up.
He grabbed your arm again pulling you out to the stairs. He shoved the suitcase at your chest.
"Don't call, and don't text." He instructed.
Your feet felt heavy, sobbing you struggled to hold the weight of the suitcase and walk down the stairs.
It was now you realized how much you loved him. If you didn't this would hurt so much.
You reached the bottom step, after what seemed like years, Brian spoke up.
"Where do you think you're going?" He called.
You froze in place as you felt him stand beside you.
"Where do you think you're going?" He asked again, only softer.
You turned to him, still uncontrollably sobbing.
"Put that thing down honey." He told you, taking the suitcase from your hands.
"Nicole , I'm so sorry." He wiped the tears from your eyes, you noticed The darkness in his eyes had vanished.
"About this Margret girl, it was once."
You took a hitched breath.
"It's over Nicole, it's over."
He pulled you into his arms.
"Do you love me?" You asked pulling away from his hug.
"More than you'll ever know."
You swallowed, "if you love me, you'll go get help, you're sick Brian. I want to help you control your anger, but I don't know how."
He sighed
"I'll call the doctor tomorrow." He told you.
"Now let's go to bed." He suggested, picking up the suitcase and taking your hand.
Things could only get better from here.
