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"Please stop, haven't you done enough?"

"Baby, don't be like this. Its not that big of a deal, honestly. Youre blowing things out of proportions." Taylor says, trying to reason with me once again.

"Blowing things out of proportion?! This is the third time I've caught you with another man in our bed! Don't tell me to be like this when you're the one fucking things up. I'm done this time, Taylor. I cant do this again." As I start to walk away I hear her start to cry, she knows I cant handle her being upset but this time I couldn't care less. Scooping my car keys out of the dish by the door, I pull the handle and leave. Part of me feels like I'm making a mistake, I've spent four and a half years with this girl, but another part knows I'm doing the right thing. The beginning was great for us but the end was brutal, more so for me than her. She wasn't the same Taylor I saw my future with.

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Waking up the next morning was tough. I was used to waking up in our apartment with Taylor in my arms and the light from our window pouring onto our bed. We swore we would buy curtains, eventually. I guess now that's not my problem.

Last night, after I realized I had no place to stay tonight, I drove the hour back to my parents house. My old bedroom was exactly how I left it when I got back, now its trashed. I found the bottle of Jack I hid under my bed last night in the middle of looking through old pictures of me and Taylor. There wasn't much left but it was enough to fuel a little destruction. Sitting up in the old twin sized bed I glance around. Glass shards from the picture collage of us she insisted I hang up littered one of the corners, my dresser was a wreck, drawers pulled out that stored her clothes along with the trinkets and toys she gifted me that covered the top being spilt and scattered on the floor.

Pulling on a pair of shoes I got out of my room and went to the bathroom to clean myself up. Big mistake. My chest was still covered with love bites from the other night when she was still mine and wouldn't let me forget it. Turning around to examine my back, I still had the scratches where she like to dig her nails when she came. Oh, God when she came, she made the best noises. I loved the sounds she would make, screams of pleasure.

It never made sense to me why she would bring other guys home, not when she moans so loud when I touch her. Stepping into the shower I begin to wash her away, its surprising how quickly I'm getting over her but I guess I was getting over her everytime I caught her with another guy. She never even tried to apologize, how could she defend herself when shes obviously in the wrong.

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My shower didn't wash away her marks but those will fade with time. most of the bites were a faded pink to yellow so they wouldn't stay much longer, at least her marks knew they had overstayed their welcome.

(A/N- Hey guys! I know I have three other stories that I should be in the process of creating but I had a great idea for a new story and I'm really excited to lay it all out. I started classes again so the uploads wont be very fast but they should be consistent. I have a study hall type class this semester and if I'm not working on my other classes I'll definitely be working on this.

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