AN: Hey guys this one is not so sweet like my other stories i was in a bad place when i wrote this but I'm feeling way better and i have to thank this amazing friend i met on here: Also if you dont like ryan picture whom ever.
Ryan:
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I had to accept the fact that she didn't like me that way and i had to move on no matter how much it hurt i wish i never fell in love with my best friend maybe i would've never met him...
"R-Ryan i said i was sorry" the first time he hit me he was drunk but not this time he grabbed me harshly by my elbow his face pressed against mine i looked anywhere but him in fear, his other hand cupped my jaw harshly the tears kept spilling.
"when i say get home at eight i mean it not— eight fifteen" before i knew it he back handed me and i fell to the floor clutching my face as he walked away i sobbed wiping away the salty tears as they made their way to my chapped lips i got up trying to collect my bag and went to my room to change, *Bzz* i looked down at the text
Camila😇: Thanks for coming over y/n see you at work tomorrow i smile and went back to getting dressed.
I had one his white v neck the way he liked it as he came out the bathroom steam from behind him he wafted in our bedroom he made his way over to me i moved back slightly smiling sadly as he scratched the back of his neck
"baby—i don't k-know what came over me come i set up a hot shower" he lifted his hand toward mine, i swallowed the gulp I've been holding in but held on to it he quickly embraced me in a tight hug running his hands up and down my back kissing side of my neck as he tried to console me with his words,
"you know i lo've you right" he asked i looked up at him
"Y-you do" i stammered out afraid if i said something wrong again he flip out and he smiled twirling me in his arms gently kissing my lips,
"Of course i just—i wasn't thinking baby" was this the type of love i deserved? i didn't know it yet but every day i was closer to losing myself this was just the beginning.
Thursday morning
Ryan picked out my clothes for me most of the time like i did his, i had just finished putting on my work dress when he walked in with his half buttoned white shirt biting his lip he stalked towards me wrapping his muscular arms around my waist smiling into the mirror i smiled back too if only i knew that would be the last of many
"i don't like this outfit makes you look a bit chunky" i stopped smiling and looked down at the dress he picked me i thought i looked fine i guess not, he dropped his hands passing me another dress
"try this one baby—have you been working out?" he was picking me apart i felt to exposed for my liking.
"y-yeah i uh went on Wednesday" i put on the other outfit her picked and he smiled but i didn't this time i hated this dress which is why i hid it in back of the closet, i was lost in my thoughts he placed his hands a top my shoulders massageing them gently
