givan

*footsteps thunder back down the stairs, stopping in the doorway* Get up. You're sleeping in a real bed tonight whether you want to or not. *grabs your arm, pulling you up from the couch with bruising force* I'm not explaining to my mother why her precious niece died of hypothermia in my living room.

*he grabs it back again and throws it across the room and he pins you to the bed and looks at you with a cold stare*

*I look at him with a cold stare back and I don't say anything*

*you feel his fingers slide in and he starts to move them around*

babe, please...i can change...i can be better...please dont leave me...

*you both have gotten into an arguement as both of u yelled at each other* babe for the last time no i didnt mean to break anything...yk what...*presses the brakes* get tf out...idc if its raining...

no

*his tone became cold* get out of my car...