Scented candles - a pcy fanfic

2.

I decide to skip breakfast and go for a walk instead. Walks are the only thing I might actually appreciate beside my best friend. It just gives me some feelings that I can't have at home. A little bit of relaxation and rest.

I tip toe past the brown couch through my livingroom. My feet tickle because of the rug we placed on the floor. I stop for a second to appreciate the softness of it. I remember the amount of drama we had for choosing the furniture. I remember having arguments about wanting a brown couch instead of a black one.

I continue tip toeing since I don't want to wake up my boyfriend whom I haven't seen yet today. I don't even know if he's here. It gives me some sort of vibe that I don't like.

I pass the photo frames we hung up on the wall when we first moved in together. They're all full of lovely memories. That one time he pushed me to meet his family. That one time he pushed me to buy this expensive thing he wanted for Christmas. It's incredible how everyone seemed to like it. All of them were happy for him. He finally got what he deserved they all said.

I open the door to the hallway and get my black jean jacked who has little ambroided flowers on it to put it on, my phone is still in there. I take it out and see that my best friend had texted me.

Emily🏳️‍🌈:
Hey can you please come over? You know what the deal is I really need your support.

Yeah sure I'm on my way!

I place it back where it came from and put on my shoes. They're Dr. Martens. I seem to be obsessed with them the last few days. My dark red scarf is also reunited with my neck again. I turn around and I jump when I see my boyfriend standing in front of me.

"Where are you going?" he asks me. "I'm going to do the groceries. We don't have a lot of food in the fridge anymore." I look at my feet. I curled my jeans up after I got dressed, but now I realise you could see my red Christmas socks. It's October but I'm always festive.

"You know you can't lie to me." I kind of already knew that. I just can't stop trying. "Tell me where are you going!" he spits out. I jump and I blink exactly five times in a row. "I- I have to go to my friend, you know why."

I rub the back of my bottom leg with my right foot and play with my sweater. I'm slowly getting nervous of what reaction I'm getting this time. I know he doesn't like my friends. He doesn't say something for a while but after a few seconds he opens his mouth.

"Oh, you're going to see that fag again?" He says with his hands resting on his hips. I already knew what was happening. This always happens; my heart starts racing and my blood is boiling. "You know it's a sin right?" Every cell and nerve in my body screams that I should slap him in the face right now. "She'll go to hell you know that right?" He crosses his arms and looks at me with raised eyebrows.

I finally let go of my shyness and slap him. I've never done that before and I get a slap back twice as hard. "Why are you like this?!" I scream at him. I've always wanted to scream at him. "You always start some shit over tiny things! You make the both of us mad for no reason!" he looks at me with fierce eyes. Basically telling me to keep going.

"To be fucking honest you're being a total asshole right now! You never listen to what I have to say! I always have to go by your stupid rules! Be home by seven! You can't spend more time than 1 hour with someone! You can't visit your mom! I can't do this. I can't do that and I'm done! I'm so done with you!" I breathe out and stare at him.

"I'm a normal human being with normal needs! You can't just go around and order me to do stuff for you! I'm not your fucking pet! I know I've been doing this for a year now! But you don't. Own. Me." I say and I take a step forward with every word I let out of my mouth. Pointing my finger at him accusingly. I know what I've done. I've never screamed at him and it felt so good and I let out a weak smile.