Worthless

"You, Belle Adams, are worthless."

The girl looked down, appearing ashamed in herself. 

"How could anyone like such a piece of trash?" 

A bitter scoff escaped his lips, while she continued to avoid his gaze. Frustration coursed through him. Why wasn't she looking at him? He wanted her to feel his hatred. To realize how much she deserved to feel like a waste of space. Because she was. 

"You're such a little shit." 

He reached forward, and before anyone could comprehend what was happening, he pushed her to the floor. An unexplainable fire was ignited in his eyes as he glared down at her.

"Speak, dammit!"

Still, she wouldn't meet his gaze. She instead kept her head tilted down, hiding her eyes in that unruly mop of jet black hair. Hair that dark was impossible. She was impossible. 

"I-..."

"You what?!" 

When he looked back at her, there were silent tears rushing down her face.

"I'm sorry."

Her voice was barely above a whisper. He frowned at her in disgust. 

"For what?"

She curled into a ball, then, hiding her face from any harm she thought he might cause. 

"For not being the girl you wanted me to be... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." 

Her voice was shaking, disgusting him further. He grabbed her by the upper arm, yanking her to her feet with an iron grip. When he let go, there were small bruises forming. 

"Shut the fuck up," he growled.

He held her by the wrist, dragging her down the long hallway. It felt almost never-ending. The tears had dried up, leaving her with puffy eyes and pale skin. He faltered for a moment, seeing the mixture of misery and humbleness on her face. As if she realized she deserved this.

"You know I'm doing this because I love you, right?" 

She kept her gaze on the carpet. He was doing this because he loved her. He always loved her. There was so much love, it was suffocating her. But it was okay because no one would ever love her like him.

"Yes, Kellin." 

Satisfaction filled the male's features as he continued down the hall with her. She understood. That's what he loved about her. She always understood him. Maybe one day they could get over this. She could stop making so many mistakes, and they could get along like they used to. Still, there was something about her voice that was... off.

"I do love you, Belle. You know that." 

She still refused to meet his gaze. Her attention flickered from the design of the carpet to the paintings on the wall. She was looking everyone but him. That was when he stopped ever so suddenly, startling her.

"You know I love you." 

When she didn't respond, he reached out and slapped her. The sound of his palm connecting with her cheek echoed through the hallway, but she didn't even flinch. He pushed her into the wall, holding her head against it by her hair. 

"Belle," he said steadily.

He looked into those green eyes of her. Once vibrant and beautiful, they were now an empty, grassy shade. He'd fallen in love with those eyes. Now they were aloof, bored even.

"Belle, I love you. You know that."

She couldn't bring herself to agree. She wasn't quite sure why, but she couldn't. Maybe she would have replied if she had the time to. Kellin wasn't in a patient mood today. His grip tightened on her hair, another thing he had always adored about her.

"I swear to God..."

He reached out and slapped her again and again, making both of her cheeks bright red. He lost track of what he was doing, the sound of her soft sobs being the only thing to bring him back to reality. There was regret in his eyes, but his voice was heavy as usual.

"You know I love you, right?"

This time, she responded.

"Of course, Kellin. I love you, too."