Toxic

Chapter 1: Rolling off my heart

    I yawn loudly before rolling over, I was met face to face with my boyfriend, Issac. He was sleeping peacefully, he looked harmless while he slept. I knew the ugly truth too well though, I took my finger and began to lightly trace his features.

I watch as his nose began to twitch slightly, it was adorable, to say the least,

"Baby, will you wake up?" I whispered gazing at his smooth skin and rough stubble. I watch as a small smile appeared on his face as he opened one eye to look up at me.

"Depends," he spoke his voice was rough and gravelly, it was deeper than usual.

I smiled and pecked his lips gently, "happy? Can we please go make food? I'm starving!" I asked after parting, he nodded his head and made his way out from the mountains of blankets.

I followed suit watching him slip on a pair of gym shorts over his boxers. I had got dressed around an hour ago, we made our way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. I hopped onto the counter and watched Issac pull out mixing bowls.

"Pancakes!!" I squealed like a kid, I was hopping up and down slightly. "Yes, love." I heard Issac say over the clanging of metal bowls.

I watched him put the remaining bowls up his back muscles rolling under the skin. I grinned slightly. Should I help him? I chose against it and decided to watch and eat the blueberries he had pulled out to put in the pancake batter.

I picked up a blueberry, rolling it between fingers I decided to throw it, I tossed it towards Issac watching it hit the back of his neck successfully. He turned around and smiled at me before he threw a blueberry back. Things got heated very fast, we threw blueberries until we remembered the pancake batter on the counter. My belly rumbled.

"TRUCE!" I exclaimed as the last blueberry landed on the floor. "Make me pancakes, please." I pouted. Isaac's long strides walked across the small apartment kitchen. He placed himself between my thighs even with me on the counter he was still taller. His face got close to mine, "Will you be a good girl?" he questioned looking at me hard. "yes," I gazed up at him, this encounter wasn't a light one, it was a challenge. He stared at me his eyes flipping down to my lips before back to my eyes. "Okay," he pushed himself away from the counter and began to put the batter into the pan.

I hopped off the counter and made my way to the bathroom, I looked at myself, I liked the way I looked, minus the fading bruise on my right cheek, the dark love bites on my neck and the messy hair. I mean the love bites I can live with but Issac was so rough towards me when we fought he usually got physical very quickly. No one ever sees him hit me, I know he loves me and I know he's sorry.

The smell of pancakes filled the air, I opened the door and walked back to the kitchen. Issac was placing pancakes on two separate plates. They smelled heavenly. I shoveled my food down, before standing to get seconds, a low scoff echoed behind me.

"You eat like a pig, no wonder you're gaining weight!" Issac remarked over his fork clattering onto the plate. I felt my shoulders fall slightly, my mood dampening. I mean I had put on some weight but it wasn't a lot, a pound or two. "Yeah, that makes sense. I'll skip seconds this time!" a fake happy expression coating my voice and features. He smiled, as he walked over, "good girl," he smacked my bottom extremely hard before taking my plate and putting it in the sink. His figure retreated to the bathroom, I stood in the kitchen staring at the cold tiles. Is that why he's been so mad lately? Have I not been sexy enough?

I made my way into the bedroom throwing on more appropriate work out clothes, I yell out a goodbye. I ran down the stairs before he could stop me.