Ryan...
"Shut the fucking baby up!" I growl as I stomp out of the bathroom that was connected to our room. Zendaya glares at me with tired eyes as she rocks Victor in her arms.
"I'm fucking trying you idiot!" She yells back and I growl. I stomp over to her and snatch the small child from her arms.
"He can fucking cry himself to sleep." I mutter as I leave the room. His screaming irritates me more as I get closer to the babies room.
I shove the door open and lay him in his crib. I stare down at him for a second before turning away and slamming the door behind me I head back to our room.
"You asshole!" Zendaya screams as her fist hit my chest. I growl and grip her up by her shirt before slinging her to the ground. She moans in pain and tries to get up but I kick her back down.
"Fuck I tell you about touching me?!" I scream before rubbing under my nose.
"Stop putting your hands on me!" She cries as she gets up and attempts to run to Victors aid. I grip her brown curls and pull her body back against mine.
"Go get him, I fucking dare you. I'll murder you and him." I whisper roughly in her ear. Her body tenses and she whimpers.
"Please..." She whispers and I tug her hair tighter. "Ow Ryan..." She cries out.
"You're so damn sexy..." I groan in her ear. She struggles in my grip, trying to get loose.
"That's all you think about! Sex!" She screams as she finally gets loose. I look at her with my bloodshot eyes. A smirk lands on my lips as I grip myself in my palm.
"Let me fuck you before I end your life." I whisper and her eyes widen. A deep chuckle leaves my lips as she begins to shake her head. "Come here." I grit and she turns to run. She gets out of the room and flees down the stairs.
"Where you gonna go baby?!" I tell out as I look around the downstairs for her. I don't hear anything so I begin to slowly look around. "Zendaya!" I scream once I come up short. I know she didn't leave because all the car keys were still hanging up. As I turn into the kitchen I'm hit with something heavy on the head. "Fuck." I groan as I stumble. My vision blurs when I see Daya's body run past me.
"¡Voy a matarte a la mierda!" I scream out as I slowly regain my vision. I see her scrambling to grab a set of keys and quickly snatch her up. I throw her back to the ground and land on top of her.
"Ryan please!" She screams as my fists begin to assault her face. My face hardens as blood begins to leak from her nose and mouth. Her whimpers flow through my ears as I bring my fists down on her a few more times. Breathing heavily I sit back and look at her battered face.
"Look at your pretty face now niña." I taught as she struggles to keep her eyes open. Her hand raises quickly and something penetrates my side. I scream out in agony and fall off of her. She stumbles from the ground and limps quickly up the steps. My side begins to leak with my blood and I shakily pull the knife from my side. My chest heaves as I feel the urge to cry. "Baby!" I call out raspingly. "Baby..." I whisper slowly trying to stand.
I wince as I climb the stairs and head straight towards the babies room. I push the door open and there she stands shoving things into the two baby bags. I watch her silently and clench my jaw.
"You're not taking her from me." I say making her jump.
"We're leaving!" She hisses and I charge at her again. She squeals and grabs the lamp from the side dresser and lets it connect with the side of my head. My vision gets blurry once more and I fall back, soon blacking out.
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"Shit..." I grumble letting my eyes slowly open up. My head pounds wildly as I quickly get up. "Zendaya!" I yell out only to get no response. My heart clenches in my chest as I run from the room. "Baby, niña!" I yell as I slam open the twins door. The whole room was cleared of their things. My eyes well with tears as my throats tightens. "Niña!" I yell out into the hallway as my tears begin to cascade down my cheeks. I run back to my room before shoving the closet door open. All of her things, except the things I bought were gone. "Por favor no, mi Dios no." I cry.
I scan the room quickly for anything left behind but I see nothing. My eyes land on a note on the side dresser and I quickly snatch it up.
"Ryan... I tried I really did baby but you don't want to change! I can't deal with the abuse and distress all the time. Me and the babies are leaving and there's a slim to none chance that you'll ever see us again. I shouldn't be feeling like this but I feel bad, but I have to stay strong for the twins! I love you Ryan but it's over... have a good life."
"No!" I yell crumpling the note. I toss it angrily to the ground and pull at my overgrown curls. I quickly swipe up my phone and dial her number. It rings a few times before it goes straight to voice mail. I begin to cry again as I try over and over again. "Niña please... I need you." I cry into her voicemail. "I-If you're not here I don't want to be here. I can't deal with the pain niña! I love you... I can't do this..." I croak before pulling my gun from my side dresser. The voicemail still records as I place the cold metal against my temple. "I'm so sorry baby... I love you..." I get out before pulling the trigger.
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