Forgotten Love [Nicholas Alexander Chavez]

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Something bad is 'bout to happen to me
I don't know what, but I feel it coming
Might be so sad, might leave my nose running
I just hope she don't wanna leave me

Don't you give me up, please don't give up
On me, I belong with you and only you, baby

Robin.

Sitting at home painting out of anger because Nicholas wasn't home like he said he would be. He told me that he would be here exactly at 7pm after his boxing fight. Tonight was our 5 year anniversary something so special to me, but obviously not for him. He has a drinking problem, but he doesn't want to believe it and I don't know what makes me stay with his toxicity. It's not easy to just throw away 5 years now. I mean we've already been planning to have kids by our sixth or seventh year which is now soon.

I wipe my tears off as I wipe my painted hands on the new dress I bought just for tonight. I go to my phone hearing it rings and I see it was him. I didn't even want to answer I wanted to just back my things and leave he would get the hint once he sees all of my belongings gone. But still I answered it.

"What." I spat with so much anger in me.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa honey what's with your attitude." he was so wasted I could hardly understand what the fuck he was trying to say.

"What do you want Nicholas."

"I'm at this place called Or-meg-ass, fuck what is this place called." Omegas, that was the bar he always went to.

"Omegas..." I sigh as I furrow my eyebrows.

"Whatever the fuck it's called. They fucking kicked me-" I roll my eyes and ended the call not even wanting to hear anymore from him.

I stop my angry painting, I leave our apartment with the keys in hand and get into my car. Gripping on the wheel I went to him arriving about 10 minutes later and he was standing right outside speaking to other women. I honk to get his attention and unlock the door and he throws the door open getting inside and shuts the door trying to give me a kiss, but I push him away.

"Fuck off of me you pig!" I snap as I drove off.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, I'm trying to love you and you're being a bitch!" he yells and I gasped.

"You are the one getting drunk every single fucking second of your life! And you were talking to other females!" I yelled back, "yet I'm the bitch! Nicky you fucking said you'd be home by 7!" I grip on the wheel, pressing on the gas a little harder with my foot.

"And why...why would I after I fucking won! You know I always celebrate after a win! You could've came and supported me yet you like to stay home and paint dumb shit that no one will ever like!" my chin wobbles and I felt tears fall, "you should give up on painting anyways... it's not bringing any money to our house..." he slurs his words.

He doesn't even allow me to be at his fights after one time, and he has to be lying because he always loves when I paint him. But drunken words are sober thoughts and that's when it hit me hard.

I look over to him screaming in rage, "You know what! We are over I want nothing to do with you when we get back to our apartment! I don't want this anymore! I hate you-"

I felt everything shift physically, I felt the car flip and a sharp pain at the left side of my body. Then everything coming to a sudden stop and my breathing becoming heavy as I felt blood on my head. My eyes become heavy as they shut. This was going to be my ending? This can't be.