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Please don't read the flashback if you're not comfortable / triggered

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Eve POV

I'm at the office today. It's a warm day out and I'm wearing pants for the same reason I'll always have.

Besides my uncomfortableness in my jeans, my head is pounding. I woke up with a headache, which is the fucking worst.

I took some medicine, so I'll see if that helps.

My eyes peer off the papers I'm going over and I look at Denise. She's a supervisor here and she's talking to Harry. Her golden blonde hair is down, and her outfit is mature. I believe she's nearly thirty. The heels she's wearing makes her look older. A smile is plastered on both of their lips. Occasionally she'll touch his elbow or forearm. He both laugh making my eyes look down at the papers.

I've never seen them talk before. It took me weeks to get Harry to even smile at me let alone laugh.

*Flashback*

It's midnight.

I shouldn't be relieved that John isn't home, but I'm skeptical to why he isn't.

He's a very scheduled person and comes home the same time and leaves the same time.

Currently I'm downstairs watching TV. There are a lot of new shows out that I never knew about. When he's home, which is a lot, I don't watch TV or anything. He'll throw in my face how he pays for it and all that. But I can't sleep so I wanted something to take my mind off of things.

The front door creaks open and I turn off the TV in panic. I put the remotes where they were and fix the blanket that was around my body.

I stand up and slowly walk to the door.

I turn on the hallway light and see he's standing by the door. "What are you doing home late?" I ask curiously.

"Why are you up late?" His questions me.

"I couldn't sleep." I say. I would've loved to fall asleep without him beside me. But when my chance comes I can't sleep.

"So what have you been doing? Staring at the four walls?"

"Homework for my classes." I lie. "You still haven't answered my question."

"I was out with my friends, happy?" My eyes look to the hickey on his neck.

"Then why do you have hickey on your neck?" I ask timidly. His brown eyes scowl at me. I never thought he was a cheater. Well, I never thought he'd hit me so I'm wrong again.

"Why don't you mind your business." He nudges me to the side causes me to stumble back. He walks away but I follow behind.

"Did you cheat on me?" I ask. He remains silent which doesn't help. "John it's a yes or no answer."

"If there is a hickey on my neck what do you think?" He turns around and faces me. My heart pinches.

"Why?" I ask.

"Why did I cheat on you?" Lately he'll come home later every so often and smell like some other girl. I tried to not focus on that though.

"Yeah." I answer.

"Because I wanted something new." He says casually. His eyes linger on me.  "There are only so many positions we can do because of your size." He says bluntly making my eyes burn with tears.

"There is nothing wrong with my size." I say again.

"Are we going to talk about this again?" He shrugs. "I'm sorry I don't want you riding me because you weigh too much."

"Then why are you even with me i-if you think of me like t-this?" I stammer.

He's made me believe I'm nothing without him. He's made me think that my life is us and without him I'd be lost. It's hard to not think like that because my life revolves around him.

"Eve, it's just sex. Calm down." He walks over to me. "I'm still yours." His thumb strokes my cheek. I move away from his touch and his eyes scowl at me.

"Don't pretend you care about me now." I spit.

"I don't care about you?" He asks. An eyebrow raises. He takes a step toward me. "That's why I'm with you, right? Because I don't care?"

"You hit me so what's the argument for that?" He pushes me back a little.

"Maybe if you did what you're told I wouldn't have too." He pushes me again, this one is a little more rough. "Maybe if you weren't a worthless piece of fat garbage I wouldn't." He pushes me back so I stumble over my feet. "Maybe if you didn't talk back I wouldn't." He pushes me harshly until my head hits the wall. A stinging pain throbs against my head.

His jaw is tense. "Why am I even with you? Out of all people I pick the campus joke." His fingers dig into my sides making my eyes widen out of pure pain.

I try to move out of his touch but that makes him more angry. His hand grips my neck and my eyes sting. "What? Don't like the pain?" His hold around my neck becomes tough and tight.

"Please stop." I say in a low voice do to the lack of oxygen. My hand tried to remove his. It's becoming hard to breath and my head feels light. I squirm under his touch.

His hand drops from my throat and I cough loudly. My skin stings with pain as well as my eyes. His hand quickly hits my cheek making tears leave my eyes.

"Pull down your pants." He says. He unbuckles his jeans. I shake my head. A sob begins go leave my lips.

"No." I say. I walk away but he follows me. His hand grips my forearm and my hands become shaky.

"Take off your pants." John repeats. His voice raising and his hold of me becomes more tight.

"No. W-Why do you al-always want me too?" I manage to say through my tears.

"Because, I like you screaming under me." He shoves me into the wall. "Now, last time. Take them off." His jaw goes tight and his eyes are cold.

"No." I say with a sob. My head shakes.

"Fine. Then go on your knees." My hand goes over my mouth and my head shakes.

He doesn't say anything. His hands force my shoulders down forcefully and I cry hardly into my hands.

*End of Flashback*

"Eve." A voice says beside me. A hand rests on my arm and I jerk away. I blink a few times and see Harry beside me. "Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah. I was just day dreaming." I come up with. My eyes look back down at the papers I've forgotten about.

"Eve-" I cut him off.

"Just go talk to Denise. Go get a good laugh in, and get your arm groped. I'm fine." I spit under my breath.

It falls silent for a short moment.

"My office, now." He whispers beside me. My eyes glance at him. He stands up from the chair beside me and I hesitantly follow.

I stand in his office and he closes the heavy door. His green eyes look to me. "What was that?"

"What was what?"

"The whole Denise remark. Why the hell would I fucking cheat on you?" Harry says loudly to me. A vein in his neck shows.

My eyes brim with tears and my hands shake. "No, don't cry." His voice goes soft and his arms wrap around me. "I didn't mean to yell." His grip on me is tight. "I didn't like that you thought I would flirt with someone else." He murmurs against me.

"I'm not the jealous type." I say against him. "I don't know why I said it." My voice is timid.

"It's okay." He strokes my hair and I sniffle. "I'm sorry for yelling, I just got defensive." He breaks away from our hug and his hands cup my cheeks. "Please believe me. I know what I'm saying sounds like such a lie since what you've been through, but I wouldn't purposely raise my voice." His eyes turn sad and glossy. "I'm sorry."

I don't say anything. I just press my head against his chest. His fingers run through my hair, easing my nerves. "Please don't cheat on me." I murmur.

"I won't." He kisses my cheek and holds me tightly.

A://N

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