I'm Not Made Of Glass

Grim Introduction

I walked up to the flat on 221A Charter Street.

I was visiting my boyfriend of two years.

I knocked on the door, but there was no answer, so I picked up the spare key from underneath the flower pot and opened the door.

I heard screams of pleasure upstairs and rolled my eyes.

"Idiot's watching porn again," I muttered, putting the groceries away in the fridge.

I walked upstairs and entered his room- yup he definitely was watching porn.

I saw him sprawled out across the bed, his chest bare and showing off his abs.

"Hey babe," he said huskily.

I smirked at him and walked toward him, my heels slamming against the wood floor.

"I missed you while you were away," he murmured against my neck, kissing and sucking it.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, straddling him.

"I know you did," I whispered in his ear.

"Fuck Sang." He groaned, his grip tightening on my shoulders.

"Blayde. What were you doing while I was gone?" I asked.

"Nothing," he said quickly, but his eyes gave him away.

"You know what? You were fucking another girl, weren't you?!" I yelled.

"Yes. She's just a fling babe it won't happen again," he replied.

"BULLSHIT. THAT'S WHAT THEY ALL SAY!"

I shoved him away, but his grip tightened and his eyes turned red.

Oh shit. I'm so dead.

He pinned me down and I began to scream.

"Shut up!"

And I did so, fear shaking through me.

"You're going to pay for speaking back to me." He snarled maliciously.

I could only take my fate.