" Come on, answer your damn phone." I yell to no one as I hang up my phone. I've called my boyfriend Danny non stop for the past four hours. For the past four weeks he's been ditching me to go out and get drunk, I'm tired of it. He said that he would be home early tonight, to spend time with me. He lied again, surprise!
Suddenly, I hear the door handle turn, revealing my obviously drunk boyfriend. " I'm home!" He yells, a little too loud. " yeah, no shit" I whisper to myself. I then stand up from the couch and walk toward him. " hey good lookin" he slurs out, while he sways back and forth. I wrap my arms around him and help him across the room to the couch.
He leans forward to kiss me, but I cover his mouth with my finger. " don't " I state firmly. " what?" He ask. " what do you think? You're four hours late" I say, my anger clear in my words. " sorry" " no you're not. I'm tired of this. The partying and drinking til you can barely stand. Me taking care of you, I'm not your mother. I can't do it anymore " I rant out at him. He just sits there, staring blankly at me. " I'm done!" I yell out
" what? You're leaving me?" Danny ask dumfounded.
" no" I simply answer. " oh, good"
" this is my apartment, you're leaving, Danny "
" what? No, please don't .....do this.... I love you!" He stutters out, now kneeling on his knees on the floor in front of me. There was something about the sight of him, on his knees, begging me to let him stay. It ignited a spark inside me, a fire that I thought had frozen over.
" okay" I whisper softly " yes oh god, yes, I'll change baby, I will" he stammers quickly ,rising to his feet. " you better, Danny ....this Is your last chance" " I will " he says again, before leaning toward me again, this time I let him kiss me.
The taste of alcohol met my tounge, reminding me of why I was mad at him. His hands wandered down to my ass, which I quickly stopped, grabbing his hands, and pulling away from him.
" what?" He ask confused
" you're not getting off ( haha) that easily. You're sleeping on the couch " I say firmly
" you're joking" he says laughing and stepping toward me again. I simply glare at him.
" do I look like I'm joking?" I ask
"um, no" he answers sadly
" damn right, I'm not" I shout as I walk down the hall to our bedroom.
Maybe I'll forgive him tomorrow.
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FanficAll my stories are female reader pov. Unless specified. Request are open. You may request GxG, BxB. I don't write smut, I'm just not good at it Trigger Warnings: -violence/abuse -self-harm/ hatred - language - depression
