Sewn scars on the freshly painted heart

Stay

"HEY!! You little f***!! Get back here!!" he yelled at me as I was running as fast as possible to the nearest police station.

Thunk. Lights out.

Woah... what happen-- "ARGH!" I yelled out in pain. well, crap. I'm in his basement... again...

Suddenly I feel this hard, cold slap get thrown across my face. As I fell to the ground I can feel the soft, wet tears rolling down my skin.

"You little sh**! You about got me arrested!" I could hear his hard deep voice echoing around me. Of course, it was HIM. I should've known... I should've recognized the cold floor and the grossest vibe a someone can imagine in a person home.

Soon enough I noticed I couldn't see a single thing. I must be blindfolded this time.

"Stay," his voice echoed around the room as I could hear his voice go weary and sorrowful from slapping me and regretting it. F***! I made him cry... I'm sure gonna get it now...

Next thing I know he was taking the rag off of my wet, drowned eyes. Why...?

I could hear his voice go shakey and sorry for what he had just done, "C-chill out.... j-j-just please oh p-please stay...," he smiled a little... as I noticed the tears rolling down his face, "we're moving away from here..." He broke into tears.

He's not gonna... hit me...? ...weird. But hey now I can get out of this dang house with this moving crap he's been speaking of.

I hugged him.

"Why are you hugging me when I treat you like sh** my angel....?" he said as I could hear his voice go shakey and his heart breaking in his throat.

"Because I love my boyfriend..," as I said that I could hear him break after the end of my truthful words.

He hugged me tighter

"God... I love you my little angel... please stay...," he had said that as he locked his dreary eyes with mine.

"I'll get our stuff packed up in here Deimos!" I said in the happiest voice I could.

Deimos smiled and kissed my cheek.

He had then got up and gone to the kitchen to put some of the things he had packed, while I was asleep, into his truck, which he was very proud of and treated it like a god. He had even named it Ares.

I sighed and started packing his things up first, being careful with the things and space given in the boxes.

I found one of his shirts, then decided to put it on.

It smells like him... like perfect greenery filled with flowers, herbs, weeds, vegetables, and fruits.

All of a sudden I hear him yelling for me, "Oak!! Time for your shot!!," he had sounded kind of worried. Must be from being worried about me and my self-esteem. Even though I am quite alright.

I sighed and went to the kitchen, letting him give me a shot.

I flinched.

"It's alright my angel," he said as I could feel him put a hello kitty bandaid on me. God, I hated those, well... most of the time. "See, it's already done and over with," he had said that in his sweetest voice that I loved and cherished. It has and always will calm me.