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( volume i, chapter xii )
love is short but forgetting is long
TW: ABUSE
RIVERDALE HIGH
OCTOBER 24TH, 2017
RIVERDALE
Mia's grip on Nate's arm was comparable to a vice, less than loving. She found it difficult to look at the boy majority of the time, however given the contents of his picture gallery, her hatred was at an all time high.
Maybe she needed a high too.
He had led her away from the strobe lights and pop music of homecoming, and now she found herself outside, shivering in the autumn evening wind. The blonde was pressed up against a sports equipment shed, lace panties ringed around her ankles, and event dress bunched up around her slim waist. The cheesy music from the gym couldn't distract the thoughts drowning in her mind, a sense of inevitable horror crawling up behind her.
''It . . . it doesn't really feel like you're hard.'' She mumbled, frowning at the hurtful truth.
''I am,'' he grunted, continuing to struggle putting it in, ''I'm━ I am hard.''
''Nate, this isn't something you lie about.''
''Mia, I just got a lot of shit on my mind.''
''Right now? During sex?''
''Stop.''
''Stop what?''
''Talking,'' Nate heaved, ''stop talking, fuck.''
''Okay, I'm officially dry as sand,'' Mia uttered, pulling her underwear back up, ''just get off of me.''
''Why the fuck were we even having sex?''
''We weren't,'' she replied, ''sex doesn't exactly count when you can't get anything up or in.''
''You know what your fucking problem is?'' He hissed, buckling his own belt. ''You can't keep your fucking mouth shut.''
''Yeah, and you can't keep your dick hard.''
''Maybe the reason I can't keep my dick hard is because everyone at school is whispering these fucking rumours about me.''
''They're not rumours, they're facts,'' she deadpanned, ''you literally blew up at me in front of like, three-quarters of the town.''
He didn't respond, but in the light of a measly track lamp, Mia could see his face redden. Every single time, it was as if invisible steam spurted out his ears, and she knew what was coming. Yet, she poked the sleeping dragon, and that was the start of her downfall.
''Riddle me this, Nathaniel,'' she began, ''why is it that you had fourty different guy's dicks in your phone?''
'' . . . That━that's completely out of context.'' He balled his fists, lips pressed together as he glanced nervously around the deserted field.
''Oh, really? What is the context?''
''I'd tell you, but I don't even fucking trust you anymore.''
''Kind of like how you fuck me, but you can't get hard anymore?''
That was the straw that broke the camel's back. He shot forward at Mia, forcing her figure at the freezing metal container behind her. This time, it was his grip that was like a vice. His fingers pressed cruelly into her delicate neck, already leaving their mark. Her head ricocheted against the wall, her only memory in that moment a dull ache and burst heart. He towered over her severely, a reminder of the power he held and would always hold, his athletic build depressing her body back further ━ it was a miracle nothing but Mia's undying love caved in on itself.
''Keep talking, come on, keep fucking talking. Keep talking, huh? Talk.'' His words spat not only pure spite and hatred but literal spit, the liquid sinisterly spraying her crushed expression.
All words had escaped her in the form of tears, gushing down and spoiling her clothing. In Mia's teardrops, an inner angel plead for help then and there, calling to the heavens for salvation.
Nate's grip loosened on his girlfriend, but he didn't quite let go.
''Nate . . . ,'' she sniffed in an attempt to control new substances spilling from her button nose, ''I don't mind if you're into guys. Sexuality is a spectrum ━ it's not like anyone's one hundred percent gay, or one hundred percent straight.''
''Oh, that is one hundred percent bullshit,'' he spat, ''and you know what else is bullshit? How I've managed to put up with you so long. But not anymore,'' his eyes darkened ominously, ''I'm leaving for California, tonight. Forever.''
And just like that, Nate Shelby left Mia Jones not only nursing a bruised neck, but a ruptured heart.
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