Two days left, bitch...
You woke up shivering and wide-eyed. Biting at your lower lip you glanced at your boyfriend, who was still asleep. You weren't sure if he had felt you getting up that night prior, nor were you even sure if what had happened was real or just a dream.
It was a dream... it had to be. It had to be! Demons don't...
Anti had teased you, delighted with your reactions. It was written all over his face; he wanted someone to play with. But it felt like escaping one fire and going into the next. You had been expecting abuse, not a dance.
Was he just teasing because he knows how scared I am of being hurt?
Swallowing hard you dressed for the day, taking a long look at your sleeping boyfriend. His back was facing you, the only view of him you really liked.
I... I don't know what to do...
With a soft sigh you meandered your way into the kitchen, downing another painkiller before starting breakfast. If anything would wake him up, it was the smell of food.
Sure enough your boyfriend made his way into the kitchen within minutes. With a pleased sigh he wrapped arms around your waist, hugging you from behind. "I love the weekends," he murmured into your ear.
Fuck. That was right; it was the weekend, which meant he didn't have to leave for work. Two full days with him, making you paranoid as to when he would strike next.
He seemed to sense your wariness as he chuckled quietly, gently poking your side, and then your bandaged cheek. "Let's not have a repeat of yesterday afternoon, darling. All right?"
If only you had known.
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The morning went by pleasantly enough, and you had tried not to think over your decision too often. Still, it was something that had to be done, and you feared whatever would happen in the end.
You sat beside your boyfriend on the couch, watching The Omen. He liked the movie, but it had given you the creeps. This only made him smile, rubbing your thigh. "Is it the fact that he's only a child that scares you so much, darling?"
You shook your head, looking down at your hands in your lap. "No... it's like he knows he's the devil, and he's using that power to his advantage. Even when he's just a kid."
"I told you," he purred, "demons do not exist. It's only a movie."
Liar. They do exist. You just don't know it yet.
Yet.
An idea you had been toying with came up into your mind again, and your heart raced. Was it really worth a shot? It was the only thing you could think of.
Maybe if we... go our separate ways, I can convince Anti not to kill either of us...
"I was... thinking..." you began, but your voice failed you. Your stomach churned at the idea of what you were about to do, but it was the only option that you really had.
Your boyfriend raised his eyebrows, pausing the movie and giving you his full attention. "Yes, darling?"
"I think... I think we should break up," you blurted out, immediately regretting the words you had spoken.
The silence that followed was heavy and agonizing. He stared at you with an expression you couldn't read. Was it disappointment? Incredulous? Disbelief? "No," was his reply, standing up and removing his jacket.
