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Tears flashed down my face as he break and throw all my things onto the ground. I watched him and did nothing. I know the reason he is doing this. I made this big mistake in our relationship and he got mad, really mad.

"WHAT THE FUCK WOULD YOU FUCKING DO THAT FOR?!?!? I THOUGHT THAT I CAN TRUST YOU BUT YOUR JUST A DIRTY WHORE!!" He screamed in my face.

All I did was flicked. He glared at me with hurt and hatred in his eyes, waiting for my answer.

"I...really did mean it. I was...was.." I thought of a lie.

"No! No more of your bullshit!" He yelled, walking back to throwing my stuff around.

I really did deserved all the yelling and my stuff being thrown. I watched as he put all my stuff in a garbage bag and went outside to the back. I followed. He dumped all of them on a fireplace that was out here. He pour gasoline on to them and lit up a match and throw it on my stuff. Everything start to burn up. I just watched it burn.

"So you didn't care huh?!?! I know you will care about this." He said, as he dogged into his pocket and pulled a necklace.

I looked closely at and gasped. It was the necklace that my grandma gave me before she died and it was the most important thing in the world to me. He dangling it between his fingers over the fire. More tears run down my cheeks as he did. I ran over to him to grabbed it but he moved and I slammed into the ground. I quickly got up and dashed toward him and try to get the necklace but he was keeping it away from me.

"Give it to me!!" I yelled.

I punched him in the chest then his jaw, hard. He hold his cheek and glared at me with anger written all over his face. Next thing you know I felt a hard, stinging smack hit me in my left cheek. I stumbled back, holding my cheek. I looked at him and he throw the necklace into the fire. Now face was drenched in tears seeing that sight. I felt my little heart break. I slowly got up and walked away.

"I think you don't love me anymore." I mumbled.

I think he heard me because he start saying my name. I ran out the house, out the neighborhood, and went somewhere far.

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