Magcon Imagines

Aaron Carpenter

I sat on the sofa waiting for Aaron to come home. I twisted the engagement ring on my finger out of habit. The television wasn't doing much for my boredom, all that it displayed of reruns of old tv shows. It was coming close to three in the morning and he told me he'd me home by midnight. In the back of my mind, I didn't even worry about him, he's done this gig too many times to fool me.

I woke up out of my slumber to hear a car door. I sat up and acted like I'd been awake. The doorknob wiggled and Aaron came into view. I could immediately smell the alcohol and smoke on him. His eyes were bloodshot and the stumbled when he walked, I sighed out of frustration.

"It's three o'clock Aaron" I said. He just looked at me and walked into the kitchen. I huffed and stood up and followed him into the area. "Did you hear me?" I asked, knowing he did. He was ignoring me, as usual. He opened the freezer door and grabbed a frozen pizza. "Aaron!" I shouted.

He looked at me, "Will you shut up? My head hurts" he turned on the pizza maker and placed the pizza on the pan.

"No I won't shut up, you pull this shit every weekend Aaron!" I shouted at him. He flinched but didn't say anything, just opening the fridge again and grabbing another beer. "Okay that's enough" I walked towards him and tried taking the beer away. He held it behind him so I couldn't reach it.

"Would you calm down, you're so annoying right now, go to bed!" He yelled at me, lightly shoving me off him.

"I've been up all night worrying about you and you don't even give it two thoughts! I'm not going to do this all the time Aaron!" I argued, guiding my hands all around in emphasis.

His face suddenly morphed and unlike his earlier, calm vibe, this new angry one disturbed me. He put his beer down and quickly walked closer to me. His body was dominating towards mine and his face was so close I could practically taste the beer on his breath. "If you don't like it then go! I'm not holding you hostage here! I don't gonna do this all the time!" He said, waving his hands in my face. I turned my head to avoid him. I felt my face start to burn up, my eyes were watering.

"That's how you feel?" I asked, holding in tears.

He nodded his head, anger in his eyes. The same anger I previously held, mine now replaced with resentment and sorrow.

"That's how you feel!" I repeated, shoving him off of me. He didn't expect it and was pushed back. "Well here, if that's how you feel!" I shouted, grabbing the ring off of my finger and slamming it onto the countertop. I started my way out of the kitchen and up the stairs to our bedroom. I pulled out a carry on bag and started packing an overnight bag. The door opened and in came Aaron, he laughed, "You're not seriously leaving?" He asked in amusement. The silent treatment was my only solution as I walked past him into our bathroom. As I was walking back into the bedroom he grabbed my arm, tight enough to leave a mark.

"Let me go!" I angrily shouted at him. He squeezed me even tighter, I cried in pain as I felt his grasp go tighter and tighter. I slapped him with my spare hand.

He refused to let go, "You're not leaving" he said. I attacked him with my hand, not caring how hard I hit him or where. He whipped back and out of reaction to the alcohol, slapped me. I was shocked. It didn't even hurt, all I felt was numb. I stared at him, now feeling smaller than I'd ever been. His face softened up and he tried to approach me. I backed away in fear.

"No baby" he said softly, like I was a bird about to fly away, "Baby I'm sorry, I didn't mean it baby, please I'm sorry" he pleaded. I felt the tears I've been holding in bust out of their cell and I quickly walked past him to my bag. I grabbed it and made my way to the front door.

"I-uh- I'll call you when I can think of what to say to you" I said, thinking of where I'm going to go. Originally I imagined staying at my parents for the night, now it may as well be for a week or so. I don't have anywhere to go, Aaron has always been my home.

"Baby no" he begged following me. My pace quickened as he grew closer to me. I could hear his voice break the more he plead but I refused to go back.

I made it to the door and finally looked at Aaron, more broken than ever, "I'll call you" I said again standing in the open door frame. We gave each other one last longing look before I walked out the door for good, knowing that whatever happens, I'm not coming back. We'll never come back from this.

I'll do the others tomorrow.

Still doing requests.

Sorry this is kind of long and sucks :(