One month later
I exhaled deeply punching my punching bag, I took out all my anger on that poor thing. I have tape tied around my knuckles they were bleeding, my heart killed me. I heard a knock on the door, I turned up the music in my headphones. "Fuck off Chandler!" I yelled hitting the punching bag harder, I imagined it was Chandler. I imagined his blue eyes, I hauled back and punched it harder then kneed it.
"Baby come on." He yelled on the other side of the door.
"I don't love you." I yelled punching the bag harder I felt sweat running down my face. I swung back kicking it them went back to punching making small tight punches. I stopped taking a sip of water, I opened the door taking out one head phone Chandler was standing there. I hadn't talked to him in a week, he let a guy take me.
Two weeks ago
Chandler kissed the top of my head heading up stairs, another guy walked up to me I was used to it by now. "Get away." I hissed.
"Loosen up darling I just want to talk." He said sitting next to you, "about Chandler." The guy smiled.
He seemed so nice, after 10 minutes of talking he placed his hand on your knee, you brushed it off. Then he pulled out his gun holding it to your head, "Chandler!" You yelled.
"He doesn't care." The man hissed walking to a computer clicking a couple things then it popped up, an empty room with a blonde pretty girl making out with Chandler. He picked her up pushing her into a wall kissing her harder, like he did with you. You wiped a tear away. "Let's go." The guy said.
"Chandler!" You yelled louder wanting it to be a lie. Chandler ran down stairs making eye contact with you. He walked down them and walked out the front door, leaving you. The guy wasn't horrible he had you for about a week until Stella showed up, the guy let you go, making you question why he took you. Maybe to turn you against Chandler.
Current time
I looked into his blue eyes, "it wouldn't hurt so bad if you didn't kiss her." You glared and walked downstairs.
"I fucked up okay I'm sorry." Chandler said grabbing your shoulder, you whipped around punching him across the cheek. He stood there shocked on what you did, then you kept walking.
"Don't touch me." You hissed. Going to the fridge to get food. You untied the tape in your knuckles exposing the cuts and blood on them, you took out your anger on that bag, so you punched it too often. You sat at the table and ate, you walked back upstairs, you glared quickly at Chandler then he grabbed your shoulder. You went to punch him but he caught your fist, you went to knee him but he punched your foot down.
Then he pushed you to the ground, "I'll fucking touch you all I want, and you won't do shit." He hissed flipping you on your back holding your hands back he sat on you so you couldn't move straddling you. "I don't want to even feel anything for you that's why I kissed that girl, I'm changing. I let them take you to get rid of you, I hate the way you make me feel, but I can't live without you. That week without you, I didn't talk to anyone, I sat in my bed the whole time, that's why Stella went to get you, I regret it okay I cent cover up these feelings." He said.
You pressed your face onto the cold ground, "I love you, I hear you trying to convince yourself that you don't love me, stop that." He said.
"I don't it's true." You tried a small tear ran down your face.
Chandler rubbed it away, "Then what's this." He asked.
"Sweat." You mumbled.
"No it's not." He mumbled, "It's a tear, you never liked lying."
"You don't know shit about me." You hissed.
"Yes I do." He said.
"Then why did I know how to fight?" You asked.
"You won't tell me."
"Because I grew up on the fucking streets you learn this shit, I didn't have a home for years." You sighed and started to cry.
"Harley I didn't want to hurt you." Chandler said standing up.
"Too bad." You mumbled scrambling to your feet and you ran into Auri's room, closing the door and sliding down the side of it. You curled into a ball crying into your knees. You felt the door knob wiggle.
"Harley open up." Chandler said.
"No." You cried. You heard him slump down on the other side of the door.
"You wanna talk?" He asked.
"Why didn't you want to love me?" You mumbled.
"Because I'd be weak." He mumbled. "You wanna go shooting?" He asked.
"No." You mumbled, "We're you happy with me?" You mumbled.
"Yeah." He said then you heard him bang his head against the door. "Can you open the door?" He asked.
"No." You sighed, "I don't want you to see my room." You let out a small laugh.
"Correction that's Auri's room you belong in my room." It was true you wanted him back but he was dangerous he wasn't good for you.
"Well we split the room my side you don't want to see." You looked at it, a punching bag with a mat underneath it the mat had drops of blood dried on it and your pillow was stale with tears. There was tape all on your night stand you had about three pairs of sneakers, and you ran daily.
"Come on can't be worse then mine." You heard the door click, he unlocked it from the outside. You stood as he opened it his eyes widened. "Shit." He mumbled scanning your half. His eyes feel to your knuckles which wee bloody. He grabbed them and you pulled back. "Harley forgive me please." He said reaching for your hands again.
"I forgive you but I'm not sure if you'll ever earn back my trust." You pulled away from him.
"What do you think I'm going to do to you."
"I don't know your unpredictable." You said ducking under his arm and walking out the door.
"Har wait I want to see you train." He called after you.
"Fine but don't call me that I'm Harley to you, we aren't friends, friends trust each other." You hissed turning around.
You walked back into your room taping your hands. You punched the bag no longer pretending it was Chandler. You zoned out none stop until you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around, "Harley your bleeding." Chabdler pulled you away from the bag retaping your knuckles. "Come on." Chandler said dragging you downstairs he handed you a bottle of beer, you don't know what you were thinking but you started drinking, a lot and so was Chandler.
Your going to regret this
