Brutal Love - E.D

Loved

—
After 2 hours of crying, y/n fell asleep on the cold tiled floor. Her eyes were puffy and red from tears and they didn't want to be opened any longer so she had no choice but the fell asleep.

Her diabetes made the wounds and the pain worse but thanks to sleep she wasn't able to feel the pain anymore.

Ethan walked downstairs to escort Kim out of his house and she followed him reluctantly, not wanting to leave the comfort of her supposed boyfriend.

"I'm not supposed to leave , I should move in here with you, aren't I your girlfriend?" Kim turned to ask him before walking out the door.

The thing with Kim is that she's known Ethan longer than y/n have but she doesn't know him as well as y/n does. She doesn't know about his flaws and his wrong doings, all she knows is that he's a twin, good in bed and he's hot, she's an airhead who's a daddy's girl so it isn't surprising.

"Why should you move in here?  You have a condo in New York and Colorado" Ethan pointed out which causes Kim to have tantrum.

"But baby~" she started and Ethan rolled his eyes then crossed his arms, he didn't even know why he was entertaining the spoilt bitch still.

"I would give up all that for you, all the money and brands and cars and vacations-" she started but stopped to admire her Gucci clutch purse, "but I'll keep a few of these"

"You can't move in with me" Ethan sighs when he sees the pout on her face. "But whyyyyyyyy I'm your girlfriend" she complains.

"No, she is" Ethan says pointing to the lifeless looking and well beaten y/n sleeping on the cold floor, her eyebrows furrowed and her busted lips had a pout, she looked hurt and in pain.

Ethan's stomach sank, the feeling similar to when you go up and then down on a rollercoaster, he felt sick.

A sudden wave of disgust shook his body and bitterness travel from his stomach to his throat forming a lump which Ethan couldn't hold in any longer which was poured out all over Kim's channel silk dress causing her to scream.

Ethan slammed the door in Kim's face causing her screams and curses to sound like she had something in her mouth and she tried to talk with it in.

He turned to face y/n and vomited again, completely disgusted with the way her face looked and with what he had done to her.

After he cleaned his vomit and drank water, he walked back to where y/n was sleeping and picked her up bridal and took her to bathroom.

Ethan's bathroom was spacious, enough to accommodate a bathtub , a shower, a toilet of course, a medical area and a makeup station.

He sat on a stool and placed her on his lap. He squeezed a wet cloth that was soaked in an antiseptic and warm water, he then patted the cloth gently on all the parts of her face that was stained with blood which was basically her entire face and cleaned the blood off.

Ethan squeezed the swollen parts as gently as he can and a yellow substance along with blood came out causing him to scrunch up his face. He wiped it off with the blood and rubbed ointment on it.

The scrape that was at her temple was covered with a ban-aid. Ethan cleaned her bloody lips and broke a antibiotic capsule in half and pasted her lips with the powder from it.

He stared at her blankly, his eyes refused to focus on the black eye or the swollen cheek but rather her nose which seemed to be the only place he hadn't hit.

He shifted his eyes from her nose to her black eye. Her eye was swollen and was surrounded by a purple, black and red hue which Ethan hates.

He took the sudden urge to caress her cheek and he did so gently.

As his finger brush against her skin he felt that her cheek wasn't as smooth like powder  as it used to be but rather bumpy like a road with with potholes, Ethan had lost it and began crying.

He was the cause of this, it was his fault, if he hadn't slapped her repeatedly, it was his fault if he hasn't done such things to a beautiful woman like this.

Ethan watched with so much regret, disgust, anger and frustration, he couldn't handle it, he couldn't do it anymore, this was too much for her and she didn't deserve it.

"Why do you still love me?" He asked as a tear rolled off his chin and onto her cheek.

Ethan felt like he had sobered up completely as he watched his tears rolled off his chin and onto her cheek repeatedly.

Those eyes that he used to love to stare into was no longer bright and full of hope , they were now swollen, red, surrounded by dark colors and full of fear.

The lips that he used to love to see curl into a smile or kiss was now swollen and bruised.

The cheeks that he used to love caressing and kissing that was smooth was now bumpy and bruised.

Ethan's guilt trip would be ongoing so he decided to lay y/n in a bed and wrapped her up like a burrito.

He placed a kiss on her forehead and said sorry, I loved you.

Ethan wrote a letter and packed his bags.