Fragile Promises, Indestructible Lies [DISCONTINUED]

The Man Of My Dreams

Jayy's POV;

       Recently I have moved off to live with my fiancé, leaving Dahvie our house that we used to share. We still talk. I haven't seen him in about a month. It's tough, but I'm doing better than expected. I'm getting married soon, he makes me so happy and I can't imagine life without my beautiful fiancé. Dahvie has a girlfriend, I think her name is Kathy? I don't know - I don't remember. My fiancé's name is Brandon, he's got long blonde hair, he's the only person - I think - I've ever met who's taller than me. He's got gorgeous blue eyes and he's a businessman. He's very clean cut and he's professional all the time... But those rarities when he loosens his tie are worth it. He's so good to me. I love him. He has a daughter, her name is Megan. She's seven and she has her father's colors with her mother's features, she says I'm her favorite parent. She visits us every other weekend.
       She's met Dahvie over Skype and she likes him too, she says he's pretty and that one day she wants to grow up to be a princess like him. One day she asked me when the "pictures" would show up like they are ones on her dad. You can only see his tattoo's when he takes off his long sleeve suit. I smiled and just decided to say, "When the law says you're an adult." She's such a sweet girl.
       Now I'm sitting out on the high-rise patio, smoking a cigarette and looking down at all the cars going by. New York never really was all that pretty in it's scenery... I wish things were like they used to be between Dahvie and I... I dunno, it's just different now... It's like we're strangers and it hurts because I see him everyday... But he just seems to be slipping away, it kills me. Blood On The Dance Floor continues on without me, I think he's doing that with his girlfriend now. Dahvie isn't mad at me, he's happy that I'm settling down and finding my way in life... He always reminds me that I figured it out much sooner than him. Well I still have faith in him, crazy, I know. I dunno this Kathy girl or whatever could be the one, fuck I don't know.
       My heart stopped when I heard the front door opened... Shit! Dinner! I ran into the house after flinging my cigarette off the balcony. I ran into the kitchen but fuck, Brandon beat me there! "Jayy, why isn't dinner ready?" He asked me calmly, "I-I lost track of time and-" I started frantic, "NO EXCUSES!" Brandon screamed back-handing me. I whimpered and held the side of my face, it burned and I was sure it'd leave a bruise which I'd have to hide with makeup, "Yes, yes, my love. I'm sorry, I'll get right on dinner." I said in attempt to stop him from beating me senseless, "Now that's more like it, get on it." He said smiling and kissing my forehead, then leaving our kitchen. I sighed, relieved that I avoided a beating. I mean, I deserved it... I knew my job was to have dinner on the table when he gets home, I mean I don't work it the least I could do. I was being lazy and selfish, now I must stop thinking of just myself and be a good future husband.

        After dinner I got a call from Dahvie, "Hey." I answered, sitting down on the couch next to Brandon. "Heyyyy Jayy, wuzzuuuuppppppp?!?!" I heard Dahvie slur into the phone. I smiled and shook my head, "Are you drunk again?" I asked, "Maaaaaaaayyyyyyybbbbeeeeeee!!!!" He giggled excitedly, "So a little bird told me Brandon's going on a business trip soon huh?" Dahvie asked, "Yea, for like a week... I think he's heading out in like two days." I say, "Sooooo, I was thinking I could come see where you been crashing?" Dahvie suggested, "I dunno..." I hesitated, "Awww come on maaannnnn, I promise I won't break anythiiinnnngggg!" He begged, "Dahvie-" I started "PLEEEEAAAASSSEEE JAAAAYYYYYYYY!!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, "Jesus, if it means that much to you then fine!" I exclaimed, "Thanks bro, I knew I could count on you." Dahvie slurred happily, "Yea, yea." I say rolling my eyes.

"So how's things been with Kathy?"
"You mean Katilyn?"
"Yea, can't remember her name to save my life."
"Eh, let's be honest here, we're both cheating on each other and we both know about it."
"Then why are you guys even together?"
"Too lazy to breakup."

"Wanna Skype? My phone is about to die." Dahvie suggested, "Yea sure, give me a second I have to go to my room and get my laptop." I say, "Kayy." Dahvie said.

       I finally got Skype pulled up and I decided to stay in my room because I don't want Brandon to see Dahvie drunk since he's a very professional person and Dahvie isn't. "Hey, where's your hubby?" Dahvie asked, "He's doing work in the living room and I didn't want to disturb him anymore." I say, "Huh, he's a stick in the mud." Dahvie said, "Well he's a businessman, he's gotta be professional and shit." I say. "He's a terrible hubby! He should be fucking you right now and you shouldn't even be allowed to talk to me. If I was yo hubby I wouldn't let you talk to me." Dahvie said, "Yea well, you have time to do that shit, he's really busy and I can respect that... Besides he gives me everything I need." I said, "Mhm, sure... Probably haven't had sex in months." Dahvie smartassed, "It hasn't been months..." I said blushing, "How long has it been then?" Dahvie asked, "Like.... A month ago." I say.
       "Jesus Monroe, what happened to you? You used to be getting it every other day." He said, "My fiancé's job happened." I say crossing my arms. "So how has Megan been?" Dahvie asked, "Oh she's been great, she so smart for her age too! She's got A honor roll and I'm so proud of her, positive enforcement really seems to be helping her. She also draws me beautiful pictures to put up around the house, she's artistically gifted Dahvie, I'm telling you, she could make some real money off her drawings when she's older." I said smiling. But suddenly I heard Brandon calling me from the hallway, "Hold on a sec Dahvs, Brandon needs me." I say, muting my volume so Brandon can't hear him if he speaks.
       I walk out into the hallway and smile at Brandon, "Yes, love?" I asked, "Where's my cigarettes?" He asked, "U-hum I dunno darling, you must've smoked them all." I say, "Oh really? I smoked them all?" He said starting to get aggressive making my blood run cold. I gulped hard as he backed me up against the wall, "Now listen here you little fucking slut!" Brandon screamed in my face, "I know you smoked my fucking cigarettes!" He screamed, slapping me. I whimpered and looked down away from him, "LOOK AT ME, YOU WHORE!" Brandon shouted. I quickly looked up at him, "You smoked them..." He said simply, "YOU DID, DIDN'T YOU?!" He screamed tightening his grip on my throat, "NO! NO! MY LOVE! I DIDN'T!" I cried. He threw me to the floor and screamed, "DIRTY WHORE LIAR!" As he kicked me, "PLEASE! PLEASE, SWEETHEART STOP! I LOVE YOU!" I screamed, "Shut up slut!" He shouted leaning down and punching me in the face. He continued to beat me repeatedly for twenty minutes as I screamed and pleaded with him to stop.
       After he was done he caught his breath and looked at me for a good five minutes before kneeling down beside me. He reached out to touch me and I flinched... He shushed me sweetly and helped me up, then he pulled me into his arms and I felt so safe and loved as he hugged me tight against his chest... I immediately forgave him in that moment. "I love you, baby... I'm sorry, I just get so worked up sometimes." He says, "It's okay, I forgive you... And I love you too." I say smiling as I lean up to kiss the man of my dreams.