Brendon's POV
I came home, Mary is passed out on the couch with a few empty bottles of wine lying on the floor next to her. Every night she goes through about three bottles. I close the door behind me, and Mary barely opens her eyes and says "Babe you ah hoome". she stumbled toward me, and then into my arms. "Hey babe, she says", you wanna fuck? Not tonight hunny, you need some rest. I remove her arm from my neck and head towards the kitchen. All the sudden everything went dark... I open my eyes and feel enormous pain on the back of my head and I place my hand in the area where it hurt and feel a wet spot, I'm bleeding. There's a broken bottle next to me. "Why don't you love me" I hear Mary scream. My head is still spinning from the trauma.
The fight
Brendon: What are you talking about
Mary: you never want to be with me
Brendon: You're being crazy
Brendon struggles to stand, but manages to get up... Mary stomps towards him and continuously slaps him
Mary: don't you fucking call me crazy, I'm not crazy
Brendon: Mary please calm down
Feeling nauseous Brendon throws up in the kitchen sink
Brendon: I think you gave me a concussion
Mary: I didn't do shit she says shoving him
Brendon: my head is bleeding
Mary: you fell
Brendon: the broken bottle
Mary: it fell of the counter
Brendon pov
I lock myself in the bathroom. Mary pounds and the door and continuously screams through the door. Why do I still love her, what is it about her that keeps me here in this never ending trauma. I wanna be free
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Northern Downpour
RandomJust made up things I don't know what I'll write in here I just write how and what I feel
