Kenny's P.O.V
Boooo. Don't tell me I'm an ass, I'm aware, I don't give a fuck. I've been getting mad drunk and high for the last 8 months. Yeah yeah it seems bad but whatever. Yeah I beat her again, so? She knows I still love her even though I haven't told her that in about 7 months.
I walked out of the liqour store with my bag of vodka in my hand. I threw it in the passenger side and drove home. I smoked some pot on the way too and drank some beer.
When I got home I grabbed the bag that had my alcohol in it and got out of the car. I slammed the door shut and walked in the house. I saw Nicole sitting on the couch holding her head, good, stupid bitch. She looked at me and instantly she looked afriad, ehh, I won't hurt her too bad, well, not enough to kill her anyway.
"What, saw a ghost hoe?" I asked.
"N-no" She replied.
I walked up to her and slapped her across the face. She flinched and held her face. I laughed at her and spit on her face. I then opened my 6 bottles of vodka and drank them right in front of her. She tried to get up but I kicked her in the stomach making her fall to the ground. She held her stomach and I grabbed her by her hair and threw her acrosss the room. She landed with an 'ommphh' and started crying. I took my 6 empty glass bottle and threw them at her. The glass shattered against her body and she screamed in pain. I smirked. Blood started instantly gushing out of her. I chuckled.
I walked over to the front door where she was and kicked her until she was away from it. I walked out and slammed the door behind me. I needed some more pot and beer.
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I walked out of my drug dealers house and into my car. It's been four hours since I left again. I sat there and smoked my pot. I started my car and drove home.
I pulled up at the house. Before going in I sat there and drank two of my beers. I still had 6 more left. I grabbed the beer and got out of the car. I threw the empty bottles on the lawn. I walked inside and dropped my bag on the floor, shocked at what I saw infront of me.
Did I hurt Nicole that bad?
She was laying on the floor with white towels around her, stained with blood. She was crying hysterically and curled up into a ball. Why have I been doing this to the girl I love? Is it my bi-polar disorder that took over? Did the drugs take over? The alcohol? Am I just depressed?
She looked up at me. I looked into her eyes and saw anger, sadness, worry, afriad, hurt, pain, etc. I'm the one doing this to her, why? She got up and walked past me to the stairs. Before she went up I put my hand on her shoulder. She flinched.
I turned her around. She looked scared.
"Where are the kids?" I asked.
"At C-caseys" She studdered. She turned back around and began walking up the stairs. I heard her sobs which broke my heart. I followed her up.
"Nicole" I spoke while taking her arm. She flinched and snatched it away from my grip. I don't blame her. She began walking up the stairs again.
"Nicole" I said softly and grabbed her wrist gently. I spun her around and pressed her against the wall gently. She flinched again.
Nicole's P.O.V:
"Nicole" He said softly. He grabbed my wrist gently. He spun me around and pressed me against the wall gently. I flinched again. I was scared but at the same time I wasn't, he didn't seem like he was going to hurt me.
"I'm sorry" He whispered into my ear. I hadn't heard him say those words in over a year. He put his hand under my chin and rubbed my cheek with his thumb. I missed when he used to do this. He inched his face closer to mine and kissed my lips gently, and with more passion then you can ever imagine. These were the kisses I missed, and these were the warm, soft, sweet lips I missed having on mine. I kissed back this time which I haven't done in six months. He rubbed my back gently while we were kissing. He pulled away from the kiss and looked me into my eyes.
"I love you" He whispered. "I love you so much" He hadn't told me he loved me in 7 months.
He put his hands under my butt and picked me up over his shoulder gently. He walked into my room and laid me on the bed. He put the covers over me and then got under them with me. He put his arms under me and pulled me close to him. I wasn't afriad anymore, I knew he wasn't going to hurt me.
"Baby I'm so sorry. For everything. I love you so much" He said rubbing my cheek. I didn't answer him, I just didn't know what to say.
"Do you forgive me?" He asked.
"I don't know Kenny. You hurt me badly. You've done nothing but beat me, abuse and rape me. And you tell me you hate me" I said. Tears started running down my cheeks. He wipe them away.
"I'm sorry" He said kissing my cheek.
"I'm sorry" He said again kissing my forehead.
"And I'm sorry" He said again pecking me on the lips.
"I just don't know if I can believe that anymore" I said through tears. I saw his hand raise up, and starting to come down. I flinched.
"Don't hurt me, please!" I begged and grabbed his arm before it hit me, even though I'm not sure if that's what he was about to do. His features softened. He moved my arm away from him gently. He took my hand and intertwined our fingers softly. He took his arm and slid it under me and put his arm around my back and pulled me closer to him.
" I won't anymore. I love you" He whispered. I still showed fear on my face. He let my hand go and touched my face softly. He leaned in and kissed me again.
"Please don't be afriad of me baby" He whispered. He put his forehead against mine and kissed my cheek.
"I missed when you were like this" I admitted.
"I love you" He answered. He moved his hand to the back of my head and rubbed it gently. This was the boyfriend I missed.
I moved closer to him and snuggled against him. He was so warm. I put my arm over his torso. He smiled down at me and kissed my head.
