"Hit me," I whisper, staring up at him, as he towered over me, my back pressed to the wall.
His face falls from one of anger to one of confusion, his brows furrowing, and he looks down, ripping his stupid, show-stopping blue eyes away from my own.
God, even when I'm mad at him, I love him.
He looks at me, taking a step back, in complete and utter shock at my words, "What?"
"Hit me, do it, don't act as you care for me," I spit out, pursing my lips together to keep myself from sobbing.
He looks at me, and I stare back, the silence fills the room and he runs his hand through his hair, turning away from me.
"I'm not gonna hit you, you idiot, I love you" He snaps after a few painful minutes of silence, gently cupping my face into his hands, lowering his tone, "Despite everything, I still love you,"
I find myself leaning into his touch, even though I don't want to, "You love me, but I'm one you've turned on, repeatedly,"
"I'd chose my sister over you, any of you," He says, softly. But for some reason, when he says it, I want to accept it, but I don't deserve to be a second choice.
"Just me,"
He quickly pulls his touch away from me, and only then, can I think straight. I'm upset that I fell for it, again, his stupid love spell.
"Stop! Stop with the bullsh*t about being unloved, you are a part of me. If you don't agree with my motive, I don't care! I never said I was perfect," He shouts at me, throwing a vase off the table, "But I need you,"
I stand there wide eyed and frozen where I am being held in place. The sounds of fists connecting on skin, cracking under his bloody fists. How can he be so cruel and heartless? Why doesn't he just leave me alone?
"STOP PLEASE JUST STOP!" I hear myself scream feeling warm tears fall down my cheek. I couldn't bear it anymore.
At the sound of my scream, he stops midair snapping his head towards my frightened one with a sadistic smirk. He does that every time someone begs.
"Sorry Princess, I don't think I heard you?" He heard me, that's how he plays with people's emotions.
"Stop just let him go he didn't do anything wrong."
He stares at me blankly. His eyes show anger. "HE DID DO SOMETHING WRONG! HE TOUCHED YOU! NO ONE TOUCHES WHAT'S MINE!"
I flinch from his screams, something I always do when he yells. "I'm... we aren't." I shake my head.
"Say it. I WANT.TO.HEAR.YOU.SAY.IT!"
I know what he wants me to say, I just couldn't.
He notices that I am not going to say the three words he wants to hear. Turning to face his punching bag, he lifts his arm again, hatred in his eyes.
"STOP! I -- I'll say it, just please stop. He's had enough." I say defeated.
Dropping his arm, he drops him on the ground like a sack of dirt and stalks towards me as the arms that restrain me let go.
"Tell me Princess. Tell me what I want to hear." he cups my face with his bloody hands.
Staring into his cold-hearted eyes I let out a shaky breath "I -- I'm...only...yours."
His lips curl up into a smile pulling me into his lips. Kissing me possessively, I shut my eyes tightly. Pulling away he goes back to a serious face.
"You.Are.OnlyMine! Remember that. You belong to me. You know I will kill any guy that even thinks to look, speak or touch you. Do you understand me?
I nod my head yes glancing over at the limp body on the ground then back at him.
Stepping back, he turns and kicks him on his side making him spit blood out.
"Next time you're dead!"
... I'm only his...