My heart is stripped just for you(H2OVanoss)

Part 1 - Leaving the past

😏 New book here. I know, I know, don't kill me please. I just have to write something dirty. And don't tell me you don't like it, you have dirty minds too 😉 Let's see how it goes. Enjoy ^.^
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(Delirious POV)
I was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching my boyfriend furiously marching from one corner to another. I didn't try wipe out any of my tears, slowly tracing down on my cheeks.

"Gimme another chance, please," I whispered with shivery voice.

I spotted the anger in his eyes when he stopped in his walking, and looked at me with crossed arms on his chest.

"Another chance? You want another chance? You don't even have a courage to look at me when I'm talking to you!"

He did a few fast steps towards me, grabbing my chin, forcing my head to raise.

"You want me back? Say it then!" He growled, and I tried stopped my racing heart.

My hands started to shake, as well as my body. I loved him so much, I was willing to die for him, but sometimes I got scared from his behavior. The past months it was more often then I would like.

"I-I want you back," I sobbed silently.

He let go off me, and then slapped me so hard that I felt new tears streaming down.

"You're my bitch, you know that? My fucking slave."

Why is he doing this? What happened that he has changed so much? He was so sweet when we had met.

"I love you," I whispered, hoping it would give back my sweet Oliver.

"I'm done with you being a leech. All days you just stay at home, doing nothing, living on my money," he said, and then stepped back away from me, marching again.

Inside me raised the anger, and I felt so desperate of that time.

"But it was you! You told me to quit my job, you told me to move into your house, you're holding me here, saying I can't go out," I shouted at him.

In a few seconds I regret everything. The furious in his eyes was unseen able. He turned himself to me, clenching his fists, and I instinctively shut my eyes, trying to erase that picture of him being angry.

"What did you say?" I heard his voice so close to me.

I felt his fingers on my hair, when he grabbed them and pulled them, forcing my head bend. I hissed in pain and opened my eyes.

"What did you say?" He repeated again louder.

"N-not... n-nothing," I whispered, trying to force new tears to back up.

"That's right, bitch. I'm going out. I'm giving you another chance. Clean the whole house, make us a dinner, and don't you dare burnt it like last time. You know what would happen. And when I come back I expect you to be naked, waiting for me to fuck you. Hear me?"

I couldn't hold the sob inside me, and I just silently nodded my head. He let go off me and started to dress himself.

I love you! I love you so much, why are you doing this to me? What did I do wrong?

"I asked if you heard me. Are you deaf?" He said.

"I heard you," I replied silently.

"I expect the answer when I ask. Remember it."  And with that he left the house.

Right after I heard the sound of closing door, I lay down on the bed, holding my knees to my chest, crying my soul out. I was so confused, so hurt. I didn't know what happened to us, what made him act like this.

Maybe it's me. Maybe it's all me. I could have changed, and he's just trying to change me back. I can make him love me again.

I wiped out my tears with my new determination, and started to clean the house. After a few hours I heard a knock on the door. My heart started to race.

It's not Oliver. Who could this be?

I opened the door to see Luke, my best friend. I hadn't seen him for half a year, when Oliver banned me to see him, and I listened. I was so happy to see him again, but at the same time afraid that if Oliver found out, I'm totally dead, and Luke as well.

"Luke?" I breathed out confused.

"Take your things, you're coming with me." He passed by me, and walked inside.

"What? Luke what are you doing? You can't be here, you have to leave!"

I grabbed his shoulder to shove him outside, to save ours asses. But he swiped my hand away, putting my clothes into the bag.

"Please! Please... just leave."

"You haven't talk to me for half a year, you completely ignored my calls, my text messages. I haven't know where the fuck were you, and even if you were still alive. I see your bruises, Jonathan. I'm not blind, you're coming with me."

"No! No, no, no. Oliver won't allow this. You have to go, he's going to be really angry. Please." I started to cry again.

"I just found you, and I'm taking you with me. I'm not leaving you here."

"But I do love him. It's my fault that he's beating me, I deserve this. He's just making me release that."

He grabbed my shoulders and I spotted concerns and worries in his eyes.

"What did he do to you? Jonathan, my sweet Jonathan. Let's go."

He grabbed my wrist and dragged me outside. I tried to wiggle out of his grip, I shouted and tried grabbed something to stop him.

Oliver is going to kill me, he's going to kill Luke. I had to cook, clean. I had to. He's just a good guy, I'm the one who has changed, who's doing things wrong in our relationships.

"Luke! Let me fucking go!" I yelled desperately.

"You're going to thank me one day."