Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

Prologue

**Caution: this chapter talks about aggressive behavior and violence**

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The sad part wasn't that he had decided to do this here, now. The sad part was that I had come to expect this from people. Especially the people I loved the most. That's why I decided to love them less, keep more of myself locked away.

I zone out as he drones on about how he "just feels different". Which is funny considering how clingy he has been lately. On and on he's droning...

"I just feel as though you've changed and I've changed, but not in ways that will work together. Does that make sense?" He rubbed his neck with his left hand, while glancing down at me like I was a bug he had to squish. And he his only option was to use his hand.

On the inside a small part of me is screaming at him and crying. I shut it up quick, it's just draining honestly. I put on a blank expression and stare past his shoulder before saying,

"Could we get this over already?"

All of a sudden, his expression changes from remorse to bitterness. He realizes that his words are bouncing right off me. My heart is too calloused from all the years of heartbreak I have endured.

"This doesn't come as a shock to you? It doesn't make you upset? Ella are you even listening to me?!?" he said, voice shaking with rage.

I coolly slide my gaze back to his face and blink slowly like a cold-blooded reptile. As I stare into his fiery eyes I will him to unleash what he is holding back. To taunt him I plaster a sickly-sweet smile on my face and nod my head in anticipation. He closes his hands into fist so tightly his knuckles turn white. His face begins to flush as sweat starts beading down his forehead. Finally, when the silence entraps us, I speak.

"No"

With one word I set his world ablaze. His eyes grow wide and his mouth hangs open. He is blinded by the flames of his white-hot anger. I had won. Make them crash and burn before they get the chance to hurt you, at least that's what I always say.

I cross my arms as I drank in the satisfaction of what I was accomplishing. Seconds begin to pass by like hours. With each breath I take in, he loses another. Finally, he is realizing that I wasn't fazed by this. He begins breathing harder almost like it is a laborious task.

"No, that's all you have to say?" He said between deep breaths.

He is one wrong move away from exploding. I can see his mind processing that his words mean nothing to me, in fact they never did. After all actions speak louder don't they? I shrug my shoulders and acted unamused while looking off. Bingo.

Within the blink of an eye he leaps forward and grabs me by the shoulders. He begins shaking me trying to loosen a response. I grin a sinister smile, the same one he would give me when he knew he had won. I know all his buttons and exactly how hard to push them.

His shaking becomes more violent as he starts shouting at me. Flecks of his spit burn my skin where they land. He really is trying his best to pry a response out of me. I bit my tongue until I taste blood, I refuse to give him the satisfaction. All of a sudden, I become aware of the pain in my arms, they burn from his grip. My senses wake up agitated one by one. Now I can feel a headache forming from all the shaking. My body is becoming enveloped in pain and heat, so much so I can't even focus on what he is yelling at me.

My teeth sink further into my tongue, I quickly release it before I make a mistake. Again, I feel pain, this time it's in my ears, they are ringing. I cannot make a sound even if I tried, my body has locked up.

This was it, the explosion I had wanted...

Hey guys, thank you for reading! I am debating on whether or not I should continue this story. So, let me know what you think about this little tidbit.