The Story of Us

~flashback~

"Where have you been?!" he yells, grabbing my shoulders. "You told me that you weren't going to be out that long!"

I sigh. "I told you I was visiting my grandparents. I stayed for dinner and we ended up talking for a while after word."

"Why didn't you text me while you were there?"

I swallow. "I'm sorry, I forgot."

He points a finger at my face. "If you forget again, we're over."

He walks away, and I'm left to think about what just happened.

I go through the conversation that I had had with my grandmother earlier. She had warned me about people like this: people who will take control of your life and will convince you that they are more important than anyone else.

At least I know better.

"Peirce," I call, walking over to his door. "I'm going for a walk. I'll be back soon."

"No you're not," he growls, opening the door. He pulls me into his room and pushes me onto the bed. "You're mine, got it?"

I narrowly dodge his hands. Sitting up, I scowl. "No. I'm not yours. I'm no one's. We're-"

"-done?" He scoffs and chuckles darkly. "You'd be nothing without me. You don't belong with anyone else. You're-"

"I am not yours anymore!" I'm standing now, tears gathering in my eyes. "You have never treated me right, and yet you expect me to treat you like a god? You're insane Peirce. I'm done with you."

His face becomes devoid of emotion. "Fine then. Have it your way."

He walks out of the room and into the kitchen. I peer out of his room to see him picking up a goddamn kitchen knife.

I have to get out of here.