Chapter 1

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(Please forgive me for how much of an absolute dick I make Ronnie look like!)

I sat on the old leather couch, crying into my hands. I heard the front door open and close, followed by footsteps. Ronnie appeared in the doorway and looked down at me in concern, he walked towards me,

"What's wrong?" He asked, trying to hug me. I flinched away from him quickly, a look of irritation appeared on his face, he sighed and tried to hide his frustration with me.

"How could you?" I whispered to him, he gave me a confused look before realisation took over, he opened his mouth to say something but I put my hand up to silence him.

"Nat-" He started,

"No, I don't want to hear it. This is the second time, the second time Ronnie! When I said one chance left, I meant it!" I yelled at him, I stood up and went to my black duffel back and denim backpack, picking them up I started walking towards the front door.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked in a slightly raised voice, scaring me slightly. It was one time, he only hit you one time Natalie, he promised he wouldn't do it again. Swallowing down the fright, I replied,

"I'm leaving Ronnie, I can't do this anymore" I told him, before I could take another step he grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me away from the door.

"No you're not. I was drunk, she came onto me, I didn't mean it. Please don't go" He gave me a pained expression, the same one he gave me that caused me to cave last time. No, Nat, you need to get away from him, this is a destructive relationship. It'll only break you in the end.

"Yes, I am Ronnie. You can't control me, you don't own me!" I tried to pull away but he tightened his grip on me. I winced but tried to ignore the throbbing pain in my arm.

"I do though, you're mine, remember? I own you!" He yelled at me, pushing me from the door. I fell to the ground but was quick to get back up, by now his facial expression was pure anger. I tried shoving him in the chest but it did nothing.

He cornered me and back-handed me, I cried out in pain, tears gathering in my eyes at the stinging pain. Ronnie grabbed my wrists tightly and pushed my back up against the wall, I let out a breathless sob and at that moment, I had given up.

Tears poured down my face as he stared me down in a glare, the biggest amount of anger and hatred in his eyes.

"You're not going anywhere, you hear me?" He growled, I nodded weakly, crying hysterically.

"You hear me?!" Ronnie yelled, slamming my body against the wall, pain erupted all throughout my back and I nodded furiously.

"Yes! Yes! I understand Ronnie, I'm staying. I'm not going anywhere" I sobbed, not wanting to anger him any further. The look of anger stayed on his face but he released my wrists and took a step back, I immediately cradled my hands.

"Good, now, I'm going out, be back later" I nodded as he stormed out of the house, I fell to the ground and cried.

When Ronnie got home he was drunk and looked so vulnerable,

"I'm sorry baby, so sorry baby. I didn't mean it, I never meant to hurt you or scare you. I promise I'll never do it again, can you forgive me?" Me being as in love with him as I was, forgave him and believed him.

This repeated about 4 times a week, becoming more frequent. I stayed, driving myself into a deeper depression, eventually, I started self-harming, after 3 months of these events happening. Why did I stay though?

Because I truly did believe I was in love with him... I didn't even know what love was, for this was my first time ever being in love, I was 23. This happened for the next three years, how I didn't kill myself? I have no idea.

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[A/N]

Next chapter will be happier! Promise! -Actually I take that back, the next chapter will probably be sad and depressing again. 

Btw, if you don't know who Ronnie Radke is, then go search him up on youtube. Whoop whoop! Falling in Reverse rules! (Pic on the side of him >>>)

This was just an insight of her life before the actual story begins. Yes, this is yet another Mike Fuentes fanfic, shut up, I'm having those random obsessions that last like, three weeks.

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