Pt.12; abuse?

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by pathetc

by pathetc

                                    
                                              Vics POV 
                          "WHAT THE FUCK CARL" I barged into his room waking him up. 
I grabbed a load of his clothes lying on the ground and I threw it on him.
"So I'm just a fuck buddy. So you wanna fuck me and then fuck others huh"
His eyes were wide open looking into my sad soul.
Tears gushed down my eyes and I looked at the floor.
He still said nothing to me.
He disgusts me
"You have anything you want to say to me fucker" I yell.
                          "Yeh, were not fucking dating" he yelled back.
                          More tears rushed down my eyes. I said nothing.
                          "I can fuck whoever I want cos we. Are. Not. Dating. And I'm letting you live in my fucking house so I would advice you to shut the fuck up bitch" he said angrily but so quiet. 
Each word he said he walked closer and grabbed my wrist hard and firm. I let out a small uncomfortable moan and weep even more.
                          "I thought we had something special" I weeped.
                          "Well you thought wrong, all I wanted was the sex. Your so easy hah" he whispered in my ear.
                          He still held my wrist tightly and finally let go. He walked out of the room and went to the bathroom. 
I looked down at my wrist and it was purple with a hand mark printed around it. I sat on the edge of the bed and cried myself to sleep.