The abusive relationship

chapter 2: help me

Marinette stood there, clutching onto her stomach as if it was treasure. He had finally let her go, he turned, his back facing her. I am sorry princess, please help me. He thought, the words ran through his head. It hurt his heart that he never had the strength to tell her, all he wanted was someone who actually loved him. When he had finally turned around she was on the ground, tears of pain rapidly flowing down her face.
He sat there and watched the poor girl, he wanted to help her, stand her up and show her that he really didn't mean to do what he did, but he stood. When Chat heard a voice call from down below saying Marinette's friend Alya was coming upstairs, he shot up onto the bed and left the scene.

(This is where I am going to do POV)

Chat's POV

I never wanted to hurt her but that is all I felt. I just wanted all the pain taken away from me. I wanted to die, maybe the world would be a lot better without me. I jumped through my bedroom window and let the black orbs flow down me as my transformation fell. I fell to my bed, crying. Even though I was hurting her, it hurt me to do so. My kwami knew how I felt. He trys to comfort me but it never works.

"Kid, I want to help but you won't let me. Just please let me help you. In fact, don't do it for you, do it for Mari." The black flying figure said as a tear rolled down from his eye.

Even though Plagg hadn't even talked to Marinette yet, he loved her as much as I did.

"You can't help me, no one can." I layed on my bed crying myself to sleep.

MPOV

I watched the heroine leave, I didn't want to move and didn't move, but forced myself to get up, knowing that if I did continue to lay there, she would ask a million questions, and I wouldn't have a single explanation. I wiped my tears away and opened the door that lead to the stairs. Alya was took one look at me and stood there, surprised. "Is it something on my face." I touched all around my face and hit a part that ached. My heart raced, ready to shoot out of my chest. "Girl, what happened?!" She embraced me in a hug and held me close. It hurt when she laid her weight against my chest. I started to push her off, she let me go and finally climbed into my room. She seen how I didn't let go of my stomach and knew something was up. "Lift up your shirt." She said, her voice serious. I shook my head no but she pulled it up herself. When she did, it revealed purple and black bruises, cuts, scars and blood all around my chest. She stood there in fear, scared for me. She shut the door and put on some music so it would drown out their conversation. "What happened?!" She said as I yanked down my shirt. "N-nothing." I stuttered, trying to get my words correct. "Who has been abusing you?" Alya said picking up a wipes and gently pressed it against my face wiping away the dry blood. "N-no one, i-its none of your business." I couldn't help it, tears burst out, running down my face. She embraced me in a another hug and I hugged back, pushing the pain out of care. The hug that was given made me feel loved, made me feel like someone does care about me and doesn't want to hurt me like he does. It made me feel.... free.

Thanks for reading, I was listening to sad music (see you again and i hate/love you) and it changed the way I wrote. That is how I write, I put on a song that expresses an emotion I need for the story, the emotions radiate of the song to me that goes to my writing. Well, I will see you next time, love you guys!!