𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 4~ 𝒢ℴ𝓃ℯ 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝒹

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7 months after the wedding
Jesse's house
Tuesday, December 28th

Jesse's POV:
Charlie and I have been together for seven months now and a lot of things have just been feeling off track. My mom has been in the in and out hospitals battling her drug addiction to heroin. Dad has not been feeling well either, he developed a tumor on his brain a few months back and has been getting treatment. I've been trying to hold myself together. I don't bother to call malina anymore due to the fact that she's busy with her career and life, I wouldn't want to burden. Times have gotten so rough. I don't know how to cope, I find myself getting angrier every day.

"You were supposed to be home hours ago charlie where have you been?"

I really couldn't wait to hear his excuse this time.
Charlie stutters as he begins

"T-They needed me to stay late today, business has been-,"
he hesitates to spit out an excuse.

" you fucking say that every time!" I spit out harshly. "I can't remember the last time you've sat down and had the decency to just talk to me yo-",
Charlie cuts me off.
"Shut the fuck up."

My eyes widen
"...Shut the fuck up, are you ..serious?"
My voice gets louder as I point fingers and yell closer to his face this time.
"WHY DON'T YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP WITH ALL THESE DAMN EXCUSES, YOURE OUT EVERY NIGHT PROBABLY FUCKING OTHER BITCHES WHILE IM HERE COOKING, CLEANING AND BUSTING MY ASS FOR YOU!"

Charlie's immense anger intensifies, and with all his strength he slaps me.
This wasn't the first time, and I knew it wouldn't be the last.  I look at him in horror-
"w-why did u do th-"
But before I could get my last word out he takes me by a hand full of my hair and slams me into the wall
I get the worst pounding headache as tears start to roll down my face.

Charlie's voice thunders
"IM FUCKING TIRED OF YOU JUST AS MUCH AS YOU'RE TIRED OF ME! Worthless BITCH!" He screams at me with a harsh intensity.

At this point I'm shaking, scared to get up, I just look at him, blood running down my forehead and my busted lip throbbing, I see bright red start drip and spot the wooden mahogany floor below me.

"I need to get the hell out of here," he grabs his jacket and walks out the front door slamming it behind him.

I feel so weak once again. This was the third time this week. Where did I go wrong with him?
The love was gone, But at the same time it was still there. Charlie has something so intoxicating about him and it was so hard to let go.
For these past few days I've been feeling very out of place, like I don't belong anywhere. I'm trying. My aggression could never overpower his.

As I get up slowly I go to the bathroom and splash my face, the cool water settling my nerves. I then turn on the shower as it's steaming I step in and feel the warmth of the water hug my body, it gave me the feeling I wanted. I felt as if I was in a comatose. Letting the water soak me in my thoughts. My heart gets a strong ache. Through these months I've noticed everyday charlie grew more and more unsatisfied.

He told me I was all he ever wanted. He promised he loved me. It was a promise so untrue, and now I'm unsure of what to do. My parents can't even talk to me. One is drug obsessed and one already has too much pressure on their health so I wouldn't want to add. I lost the reassurance of Charlie's love a long time ago. I guess malina was right, I was never ready for this commitment to Charlie, and probably never will be to anybody. I'm alone, that's all I've ever felt, this heart suffocates in desire and acceptance I've become so numb . I just need somebody here for me.

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