Amor

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
She couldn't leave him, she loved him too much. People told her he was dangerous, she saw a different side. In the end, she left him. His way...

Submitted: December 07, 2010

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I looked at him and couldn't help but smile, He was my sweet asshole.

Everyone thought I was insane. He was mean and unfaithful; he treats me like dirt most the time. But I love him. Nobody understands why my feelings for him are so strong. When we are alone, he's sweet and caring. The bad boy asshole is just a front. He loves me and he would never actually hurt me. He likes other women though, he likes being rough with them. I have no complaints; I don't want to be rough at all. It's me he comes home too at night, it's me he loves. My family has disowned me because I'm with him, I don't care. I love him. End of story.

He tells me that he'll change and I want him too, but I'm not holding my breath.

Things are starting to get worse. I know he still loves me, but now he's always taking his anger out on me. Last night he hit me, I fell into the bedroom door. I'm all bruised up and I can't really hide the marks he made. I don't know where I went wrong, everything was perfect and he turned on me out of nowhere. How I could I have been so wrong? I have nothing left; I've shut everyone out because they hate him. Maybe things'll get better; I will try harder not to make him mad. He's the only person I have now, I can't jeopardize that.

"You know you can't leave this house like that! Call in sick." He yelled at me. I do as I'm told, I call in sick. He leaves for work, still furious with me for bruising.

He comes home late, drunk. He wants sex, I don't. He doesn't care, so lay down for him anyways. I miss who he used to be, my sweet asshole. Now he's just an asshole and I'm not so sure that he's really mine. He finishes roughly and very hard. He smiles at me and pecked my cheek. For a brief moment I thought my sweet boyfriend was back. I was wrong.

"I'm so glad you didn't fight me, I don't like hurting you baby. But if I want something, I'm going to get it." Is what he told me.

It's a week later, I'm still bruised. I can't just let him hurt me, I'm sick of it. He's getting even angrier all the time; he's so used to me going along with everything he wants. He beats me every chance he gets, even when I give in. I can't take it. I pack some of my clothes and I realize the doors are locked from the outside. I can't leave. Mother fucker.

He comes home smiling hugely. "Bitch, did you try and leave? Can't get out, can you?"
"Why would I try and leave? I love you." Not completely a lie. Some part of my twisted mind actually does.
"You're a fucking liar." He says calmly, than slaps me as hard as he can.

I fall to the floor not stupid enough to talk back, he's not done ranting.

"You think you can leave me?" He screams.
"N... no." I say softly, scared and sobbing.
"You're still fucking lying bitch. Tell me the god damn truth."
"O..okay. I tried to leave. All the doors were locked and I came to my senses." I sobbed so violently my body shook.
He shook me hard. "You wanna leave?" He screamed directly into my face. "And don't lie."
I nod my head slowly. "Yes. I want to leave you."
"I thought you'd never voice it."
"I can leave?"
"Only one way." He started drag me towards the balcony. I screamed, but he laughed. "No, you wanted to leave. This how you're leaving, you have no choice now."
"Please. I'm sorry. I love you." I plead.
"I wish it were enough." He said with sadness. He threw me over the side of our top floor penthouse. "I love you." He whispered, watching my long fall to the busy streets.
"I love you too." I screamed. It wasn't enough; I was already dead by the last syllable.

My family was right; he would be the end of me. I was too late to stop it. I should've taken their warning seriously in the beginning. This will break my mom, I hope they think it was an accident, that I fell. Maybe they'll know it was all my fault.

I'm sorry.

But I got my wish; I always wanted to disappear when I was younger. 

He killed me, everyone warned me. I never listened though.

The twisted part, I still love him. My amor.


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