The Man I Love (Cashby)

"Another."

Chapter 4

Alan's POV
I was so glad James had came back. I looked over at him from the passenger  side and smiled. My smile turned to a frown when I saw the expression on his face.
"James what's wrong?" I asked. I hadn't done anything I could think of. I had just got him back and I couldn't lose him again.

We stopped at a red light and he turned towards me. His eyes met mine and the next thing I knew my head was connecting with the window. I immediately brought my hand up to my stinging cheek.

"I thought I told you not to tell anyone when something happened huh?"
"I'm sorry. Please don't leave me James. Your my everything."
"I'm not gonna leave cause I love you. But I'm still pissed. Turn around and don't say a fucking word till we get home."
I did as he said and kept my mouth shut.

We pulled up to our place and I waited for him to get out and come open my door.
He did and grabbed my already bruised wrist and dragged me  to the steps. He opened the door and pushed me inside.
"Worthless. Now is there anything else you'd like to tell me."
I shook my head no. There wasn't anything I could think of.
"Liar." He struck my face again.

I panicked I couldn't think of anything that he could be mad about.
"It's somethings to do with your classes." He hinted.
Realization crossed my face. He was talking about my schedule.
"That's what I thought."
"I-I was g-gonna tell y-. How did you know?" I asked. Desperate to know how he found out.

"I got an email confirming that it was changed. I fucking told you not too." He pulled me up and sent a fist to my ribs. I stumbled and almost fell but James caught me. Only to send another punch in the same spot.
"When I said no I meant it. It's a stupid class and you don't need it."
He threw me to the floor and got his keys.
I knew he was gonna leave to go get some girl and I didn't want that.

"Baby don't leave." I begged. He turned back around anger present on his face. He sent a kick into my side.
"You don't tell me what to do." He said. I stood up on shaky legs.
"I'm s-sorry i, James please don't. I didn't mean to make you mad. Baby please." I was begging.

"Shut up my god!" He yelled and grabbed my wrist and roughly yanked me to the couch. I looked up at him. It took every bit of courage I had in me to kiss him softly. He let out a growl of frustration and hit me once more in the side. I fell onto the couch. 

Tears fell down my face silently. My side was hurting so much. I curled into a ball on the couch. Crying and eventually fell to sleep.
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I opened my eyes and I wasn't on the couch anymore. I was in my bed. I pulled the covers over my head. Eventually I looked at the clock it was  two in the morning. I got out of bed, someone, James I assume, had took my clothes off and I was left in boxers.  I winced at the pain in my side when I tried to walk. There was also a sharp pain every time I took a breathe. I looked in the mirror and saw a blue black bruise on my side, I touched it with my fingers and winced. I looked at my face, there wasn't much of a bruise thankfully, it was only a slightly darker colored brown. Not really noticeable.

This wasn't the worse James had done, by no means. He was mad. But he still shouldn't have right? Or was I overreacting like James said I always did. I sighed and looked back in the mirror one last time before exiting the bathroom.

I walked slowly over to the set of drawers searching for a shirt.
"Here babe." I heard James voice from behind me. "Lift your arms." I did as he said and he pulled one of his old t-shirts over my head. It was big on me and just went a little bit past my waist line.

I stared at the floor, not sure of what to say or do. I felt him wrap his arms around me and pull me close. He pushed my hair behind my ear. "I'm sorry baby."