Give Me Love

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Hey guys I know it's been a while and I'm back this chapter is slightly different than the first, it's a lot more detail and so much more information. I'm giving you a warning now so don't be like "Awww why didn't she give us a warning about this." Well that's what I'm doing

This will definitely be for an mature audience and if you think you can handle all this juiceness then please go on. The will be so much more to come and I'm hoping on getting this story complete no stops, broken computers, none of that.

I have exciting news, I have a tumblr and I created a page to give you all a visual view, it's not all dedicated to Give me love but you may get some sneak peeks, ask questions, all that good stuff. There will be a link in my bio on my profile, I'll try to get one on here if I can buttttt enough of this jibberish. Without further or due here is the revised chapter one of Give Me Love.

I hope you enjoy, comment give me that feedback, vote, and share

-Muah

Notes: Arianna and Dean are placed at the top

If you are on the computer the outfit Arianna is wearing is inserted in her for the mobile users it might be at the top

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Waking up takes a lot of energy, especially when you've gotten little to no sleep , and you have to wake up and look in the mirror to see the swollen eye you got for coming home late that one night. Not to mention the scar on your back when you went to celebrate your mother's birthday with her. The bruises that spread from your rib cage down to your thigh for not making knowing exactly what food he was craving that night. Nothing is worse than feeling like a slave in your own home, I should feel free here but I don't..

"Arianna, come here." I covered my face with the pillow. I let out a small frustrated scream. I pushed the pillow aside and rolled over to the edge of the bed and sitting in an upright position letting my feet softly hit the soft, fluffy white carpet underneath me. I let my head fall downwards diverting my eyes to my feet. I placed my hands on the sides of my and clutched down onto the comforter. I pushed myself off of the bed and walked over towards the door.

I placed my hand onto the door handle and closed my eyes taking a deep breath before letting myself push down on the handle and open the door leading into the lonely hallway.

I could feel my stomach began to boil, the goose bumps on my arms were damn near poking out of my skin as I made my way down the short hallway and into the living room I thought about all the possible things he could say or do to make my life a living hell. I stood beside the TV and let my eyes set upon the devil I called my boyfriend. "Yes Dean." I said.

I looked at the man I use to love sitting on the couch taking back his sixth bottle of beer. I never believed that anyone could fall out of love with the person they truly love. Now I know that that is completely false.

"I'm going out with my boys tonight." my eyes narrowed as my head jerked back a little. That can't be all he wanted, there was no curse words, no beer bottles or fists being thrown.

"Okayyy." I let the y's drag out in a confused tone, he picked up the TV remote and returned his attention back towards the screen mounted onto the wall. Turning to walk away a smile begin to creep onto my face, what the fuck is going on in his world that lead to such a peaceful conversation. It's been months since it's been that sweet and simple.

I walked back into the room that we shared and slowly closed the door behind me, my lips slightly parted open in a confused manner and my eyes returned back to the narrowed way they were moments ago. I walked back over to the bed and sat down on the edge trying to think of what was causing this sudden change in his attitude.