•°•Our Number 4•°•

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I tried to release myself from his grip but he was too strong. He violently pulled me back, raised his hand and struck my face. The stinging was unbearable. I cried out, helplessly, knowing no one could save me. I needed to get away from this man, but how? He threw me to the floor almost effortlessly.

"Wait here!" He yelled.

He went upstairs and I knew this was my chance. I frantically looked around the room for something to protect myself with. Everything was distorted by the tears in my eyes. So I grabbed anything.

I heard heavy his footsteps coming back down the stairs. Wrapped around his hand was a black leather belt. He grabbed my wrist and I tried to fight him off. His dark eyes lingered on my free hand.

"So what were you planning on doing with that?" He smirked.

I looked at my hand and realised I had picked up a knife.

"Stab me then!" He bellowed.

"I dare you!"

I couldn't do it and he knew I couldn't.

The belt dropped to the floor and he went for the knife, still holding me with his other hand.

"Don't you love me anymore?" He questioned.

I kept silent.

"You know you love me." He snarled with that sinister smile. Of course I didn't love him. But when I looked in his eyes, I remembered all the good times we had. He was there when no one believed in me. He helped me get back on my feet and treated me like a queen. When it all went sideways, I do not know.

Bewildered, or more so manipulated, I dropped my knife. Swiftly, he picked it up, grabbed me from behind at the waist and held it to my neck.

This was it.

This was how it ended.