The things i don't want to remember

chapter 2

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"What do you think you're doing? If you wanna be with me you have to listen to me", Thomas purred, vengeance filling his deep grey eyes. I looked at him, tension filling my heart. I have only seen him like this once, and that was when I almost died in an accident. His care was burning, and I still memorize the way his beautiful eyes pierced through me as he made me promise not to go anywhere without him. To call it an abusive relationship is an understatement. It was more torturing, because we were honestly emotionally attached. We were obsessed over each other. I don't blame Thomas for treating me the way he usually does, because it was his way of making sure I was his. He walked steadily but slowly towards me and grabbed my hand roughly, causing me to stagger backwards. I could taste his breath as he whispered in a low voice, "don't you dare leave me" as he pulled on my hand more harshly. I was trying to lure him out from a series of beating i foresaw coming. I tried pulling away but he came closer, our foreheads touching. "I'm not going to hurt you love. Don't be scared," he said, placing a finger on my lips. "shh..." he hushed, and his hand left my lips, holding my hands behind my back. He took out a penknife and set it upon my skin. I whimpered in pain, unable to find the courage to express it, reluctant to show him that I was weak. He carved his name on my hand using the penknife, enjoying the sight of my blood dripping on the floor. I bit my tongue to hold back my tears, but they slid down drip, by drip, by drip.

"oh shit," he gasped, dropping the knife on the floor. "Why are you crying? I hurt you again didn't I?" he asked, guilt and terror reflected from his concerned eyes. He leaned his back on the wall and dropped to the floor, hugging his knees and hiding his face. I tried to move but I was immobilised. I felt so strongly about Thomas that I couldn't bear to see him break down. I walked up to him, leaving a trail of fresh redness on the pale brown floor. I sat beside him and leaned my head against the wall, and without warning i started singing, "you told me give myself a chance, but you wont treat yourself the way you deserve" as i placed my hands around his waist. Soon after I felt him became limp, a sign that he was asleep. I wanted to use that chance to escape, to run away from him. But i changed my mind after seeing my hand. "Thomas". I belonged to him.