Love The Way You Lie

Again and Again

Cause today
That was yesterday
Yesterday is over
It's a different day
Sound like broken records
Playin' over

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You found him bawling in the living room. It was the first time you had seen him cry. To say you were uncomfortable was an understatement. Would he allow you to comfort him? Or would he knock the lights out of you so hard that you wouldn't even remember?

"Baby?" You ask. He was startled and turned around to look at you. He practically begged you to come to him. You listened.

"Baby, what's wrong? What's the problem?" He buries his face into your chest as you straddle his lap.

"Me."

"Huh?"

"I'm the problem." Oh.

"What do you mean!"

"Don't act like you don't know. I'm such a fuck up. I have no excuse for the way I treat you. You used to love me. I know you did. Now you can't even look at me without feeling absolute disgust and that's all my fault. And it hurts because I still love you!" The sobs get harder and harder with every sentence. Your shirt starts to damp up. The entire time your just sitting there, not knowing what to say.

"Oh, Erik. I had no idea you felt that way."

"Please, let me finish. I am so sorry for the way I've treated you. You could be out there with a nigga who will treat you right. I call you my queen but I've never treated you like one. I'm so stupid and I want to let you go but I can't! I'm too infatuated with you to let you leave me." Where is he going with this?

"Baby, please. Tell me you love me too. If you do then I promise never to hurt you again. If you don't, then you can leave me and I will never bother you again. Your heart froze This was a strong ultimatum. Stay with him and risk being treated like a rag doll, or leave and find someone who will take care of you and treat you as if he really wanted you? The decision should have been obvious.

This is it! You thought. This is the moment you've been waiting for! Leave him! Go get another man! Better yet, be single for a while! You could even see if a girl works out for you just get away from him! And you should have. But instead of saying you don't love him, you just stayed there in his lap thinking it over.

What do you have to think about? You literally have no argument for this! Leave him! But if you do, you'll never see him again.

If you even hear his name being uttered on your death bed it would be too soon. Speaking of death beds, you'll be seeing yours pretty soon if you stay here. But-But...

But nothing! A world where you're practically isolated, not able to see and talk to your friends and family like you used to, and being someone's punching bag, or freedom to do what ever you want, be with whoever want, and never having to deal with him ever again. All you have to do is say-

"I do love you."

WHAT? NO. NO YOU DON'T. YOU'VE KILLED YOURSELF. I HOPE YOUR HAPPY BECAUSE THIS WAS YOUR ONLY CHANCE OF LEAVING.

Erik was obviously surprised. But he didn't dwell on it too long. He was happy that you would be staying with him on your own terms. "I promise you. I will treat you like the queen that you will be. You will never have to fear me again. I love you, Y/N." He hugged you and put his face in your neck where he started kissing and sucking on it. You moaned. "Ohh...Erik..." The sound made him growl.

"I promise...you won't regret this."

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You regret it. You regret it so much.

He was doing so good. The next 4 months was almost like the first few months of the relationship where everything was perfect. He had treated you like a queen. You almost thought he really changed for the better.

You were wrong.

You two had sex almost every day. In all honesty you didn't mind; Erik was a sex god. He knew exactly how to please you. You would barely do anything. He seemed satisfied as long as you kept moaning.

One day you just weren't feeling up to it. You've been eating so much, and your stomach was getting bigger. You kept throwing up randomly. You felt more insecure every day and you increasingly denied Erik's advances.

That night, Erik had climbed into bed and started kissing on your neck. They felt good, but not enough to make you aroused. You felt him trying to take it further, but you took his hand. "Baby. not tonight. Please?" He stops kissing your neck and looks at you.

"Again?" he asked. You nodded. He smack his gums and rolled over.

"Erik, don't be like that." He didn't budge. You rolled your eyes. He can be so childish sometimes.

"It's not that serious." You try to wrap your arm around him, but he pushes you away.

"Nah, fuck off." he told you.

You scoffed. "Fine then. With your horny ass." You turn to your side. It was quiet for a few minutes, then Erik got up from the bed. He started putting on his clothes.

"Where you going?" You ask. He looked at you then grabbed his phone. You follow him out the door to the steps.

"Erik, I asked you a question." You grabbed onto his arm. He whipped his head around to stare at you and pulled your arm off of him.

"I'm going out. If you're smart you'll let me leave." he said. He saw his keys on a table behind you and grabbed them. You blocked the steps. He smacked his gums and tried walking around you, but you stood in his way the entire time.

"Bruh, move."

"No. Where are you going and why?"

"I said move." Erik was starting to get angry.

"Just because I didn't want to have sex you gonna walk out?"

"Get out of my way."

"Are you gonna go find a hoe to fuck?"

"Move!"

"You gonna fuck Lin-" You never got to finish because Erik had pushed you roughly.

It was like time had slowed down during your descend down the stairs. It happened within 5 seconds, but it felt like minutes. You saw the change on Erik's face as you fell. He went from pissed off to shocked and he tried to grab you, but he missed. Your hands reach out even though you knew it was too late. You hit your head first, then your body flipped and you hit your stomach. You suffered many other injuries but that was the worst. When you reached the bottom, you were wailing and clutching your stomach. You rolled around on the floor in sweat tears...

And blood.

You reached into your legs and lifted your fingers to your face. Your hand was red and sticky. It smelled. Idiotically, you immediately thought of your period. But deep down, you knew it was something else.

You heard Erik in the background calling the ambulance then rushing over to you to cradle you. You were losing a lot of blood. The last thing you heard was a siren...

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I'm getting better at writing chapters, no?