The Perfect Man.

Tell me.

I climbed back into the passenger's seat, stunned.

"Quincy.. I can't do that". I muttered. "Why the Fuck can't you? You said you loved me right?". "Quincy I love you but you know how I feel about Lucas". "If you feeling him so much, why are you in the car with me? Huh? Why did you just let me enter you and pleasure you?". He fake laughed. "See Aubree what you fail to understand is, your mine. Always have been, always will be. And no matter what, I'll always have you running back to me". "And what happens if one day I don't come back?". He licked his lips, and shook his head. "That will never happen". "And how the hell are you so sure?". "Watch it, Aubree". "I'm asking you a damn question". "Don't you dare catch an attitude with me when you allowed yourself to fall in my trap. And don't you dare sit here and act big and bold
when on the inside your nothing but confused as hell". "Fuck you, Quincy". I spat, folding my arms, glancing out the window. "What the hell did you just say?". I kept my mouth shut, and kept glancing up at the stars. I'm so Fucking stupid for believing that he actually changed. "Aubree". "What?". "I said what the hell did you just say?". "I didn't say anything, Quincy". I stated with an attitude. He nodded his head, pulling out of the parking lot, heading to his house.

~•~•~•

"Take it, off". He demanded, forcing me to strip my clothes. "Quincy I don't feel like doing this right now". I responded wearily. "Did I ask you that?". I kept shut, once more. He wrapped his hands around my neck and shoved me into a wall, "I thought I gave you an order did I not?". Tears formed at the base of my eyes, my vision became blurry. "Quincy please just let me go". I croaked, managing to speak in his tight grip. "Aubree. Stop all that damn crying". I attempted to hold back my tears, but they fell on their own.

He threw me on the bed, slowly crawling on top of me, tongue kissing my neck. I whimpered. "Quincy..". I begged, he wrapped his hands around my throat again. "Aubree, shut up". He continued to let his hands roam my body in free will. It was then I realize how dangerous Quincy was.

And then I realized how stupid I am.

In the beginning Quincy was nothing but the ideal dream guy, rich, sweet and educated. But now he's nothing but a monster. I can't believe I fell in love with a man I didn't quite know yet. But, now I'm stuck.

***
By the time Quincy was done with me, I was bruised. I constantly told him to stop, and his hits were the only responses I got back. Tears ran down my cold cheeks, my lip was busted, my eye was swollen, and my back was sore from when he threw me earlier.

From the looks of things, he seemed like he didn't fucking care.

"Aubree I barely fucking touched you". "Quincy do you see my face?". "Oh shut the fuck up, you'll be okay". "Why the hell do you keep treating me like this?!!". I raised off the bed in anger. "Lower your damn voice". "No Quincy Fuck you! I hate you!". I pointed my finger in his face on the verge of crying. "Well I hate your ass too!". He retorted, breathing heavy, staring at me. "If you hate me then why the fuck you want me to be with you so bad?!". He shoved me back into another wall, compared to his last shove it wasn't bad. "Because you fucking left me Aubree! I could've became a better fucking man for you but you chose to talk to that lame motherfucker". "He was a whole lot better than you!". "That's exactly why I don't want you seeing his ass anymore! The next time you see him he will be in a casket". Quincy spat, harshly. Anger rose up in me, just the thought of him wanting Lucas's death so badly, triggered me. I jumped up and started hitting him in his face and his chest, rapidly. "I hate you!! I hate you so fucking much!!!". He grabbed me by my collar and pinned me up against the wall. "You think I like treating you like this Aubree?! You do this to your got damn self! You the one that fuckin cheated on me you worthless piece, of shit". Tears continued falling down my cheeks. "Is that what this whole thing is really about? Just Lucas? Because if so you are one jealous son, of a bitch". "Whos the one with this jealous son of a bitch? Huh? Your no better than me, you dumb fuck". My breathing became weighty, and I couldn't say anything anymore. I was too angry, and emotional. "Like I said, I want that nigga dead".

**

I awoke, without even realizing I was sleep in the first place. I was cold, I then realized that I didn't have on any clothes. And Quincy was laying on top of me, shirtless.

He must've forced me again. But fuck it, I don't remember.

I checked my phone. Just for a notification, a call, a text, a snap, anything.

I didn't get shit from Lucas.

I took matters into my own hands, and proceeded to call his number myself. 'It was 4:37 in the morning and all I could hear was the rings. I prayed to god that he picked up. Please let him pick up.

After a few moments, I hovered my thumb over the end call button, until
I heard him pick up. He answered sleepily. "Hello?". I sniffled. "Lucas". Silence took over the call. I closed my eyes, he just kept crying. After a while he finally spoke. "Aubree, I know this you".

I missed his southern accent.

"Lucas, I don't know what to do anymore". I strained to keep my voice down. "Hold up, is this Aubree calling my phone? The one that stormed out of my hospital room and left me in the hospital by myself, after I took a bullet from the situation she put me in?". My heart ached. "The one that, didn't care what I had to say? The one that wouldn't just fucking let me protect her?". "I'm sorry". I croaked. "I made an enormous mistake". "Quite frankly my dear, I don't give a fuck about your sorry's". "What?". "You didn't give a flying Fuck about what I was saying to you. What the hell makes you think I care about what you have to say?". I wept harder. "Lucas". I felt Quincy twitch. I attempted to lift my arm and dry my eyes. "He keeps hitting me, and getting angry and jealous and--". "Aubree". "Yes?". "Tell me, that you were stupid for not listening to me. Tell me that you still care. Tell me that you want me, tell me.. tell me that you love me more than you love him".