"Where the fuck have you been?" You let out a small sigh. Your boyfriend had once again been drinking last night, and dealing with his hungover self was always awful.
"I was getting some aspirin for you, I've only been gone for ten minutes" There was a hint of venom in your voice, masked under the exhaustion.
When you had first met, you and your boyfriend Aaron were fine, but then he became too controlling. He wanted to know what you were doing, who you were with and where you were at all times.
You were quite free spirited, and initially you thought that he was just being concerned, and you found it sweet. Then it became obsessive, and he started degrading you and getting aggressive. You decided to give it back, and yelled at him too one night.
He slapped you.
Immediately after he apologized, started crying and begged you not to leave, claiming he needed you, and that without you he'd die. Foolishly, you stayed with him, believing that he was still the same romantic man that you had fallen in love with.
He wasn't.
"You know what, I don't even want to talk to you right now, get the fuck out of my sight and go make me some food."
At his words you felt your blood boil. You let the small bag of hangover supplies fall to the ground, then walked straight back out of the door, ignoring the shouting from inside the house, then shortly after, the apologies. It had been 5 months of you putting up with his abusive tendancies, and you needed to vent. You quickly sent a message to the one person you knew you could count on.
"Hey Akane, want to meet up and get drunk?"
Within seconds, you got a reply.
"Girl it's 1pm. Of course, where should we meet?"
You chuckled at the reply, for as long as you could remember Akane had always made you laugh. You two had become fast friends the moment that you met, laughing at the hot yoga instructor in a shared class. From then you had shared numerous experiences together, and you had never once felt bothered by her sexuality, as you were bi yourself.
It felt like no matter what, it would always be (Y/N) and Akane.
* * *
"I don't know why you stay with him girl, he sounds like he's stuck in the medieval times!" Akane deepened her voice, and squared her shoulders, attempting an impression of your boyfriend.
"Make me a sandwich, wench!" The two of you burst into laughter, you sipping your gin and giggling, and her laughing along with you and occasionally gulping down some sake. You always felt so at home with the Japanese girl, and loved her witty sense of humour.
"You want to know the reason I stay with him?" You held a hand to your lips, and moved closer, speaking in a hushed tone.
"The sex is amazing" You giggled and retreated back into your seat. Akane laughed, but it sounded a little strained.
"That pea brain, I bet I could do better and I don't even have a dick!" She exclaimed. Your face flushed at the thought, and for some reason you couldn't quite get the idea to dissipate. Akane was busy telling some story, moving on from the subject. You shook your head, and continued joking.
* * *
It was now around 12am, and you had decided to stay round Akane's apartment, deciding that you didn't want to deal with Aaron for the time being. You could focus on him in the morning.
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