He was driven mad by jealousy, wouldn't let other guys come close to what was his. He would go insane, and I had to suffer the consequences, me, his punching bag.
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"-I hate you so much!- I scream at the top of my lungs.
Instead of screaming back, he comes closer, puts one hand on my hip and the other hand on my cheek, and says:
-Oh, but baby, you can't hate me, we are meant to be."