Kim's POV

I was sleeping, soundly - that is until I heard screaming and shouting. I panicked; I wanted to rush over and see what the problem was, to make sure my girl was okay. But I had to stay still, had to control my legs from running out of my room. They're married, he is her husband - they are having a disagreement.

"You can fck right off! I don't give a rats fcking ass what you think mate!" I heard Cheryl shout. A smile creeped along my lips, she was defending herself, she was standing her ground. She wasn't taking his sh*t - and for once, I wasn't worried about her; because I knew she could handle it.

"You're my wife! And what I say goes!! Put on that fcking dress and smack on some lipstick! Hurry your fcking slutty ass up! Don't think I haven't forgotten what neighborhood you've come from! Acting like you've made something out of yourself!" He spat angrily, it went quiet - too quiet

"Come on Cheryl" I whispered, hoping I would send her some confidence to blow up on him

"I'm not going anywhere with you" She said calmly, I was praying to God he wouldn't touch her - because if he were to touch her, I wouldn't be able to control my actions

"I don't know where you fcking got this sudden confidence, you are still the Newcastle trash I met all them years ago! You'll never be anything but trash to me!" He hissed, then suddenly the echoing sound of Palm to skin contact echoed through the halls. My heart rate picked up, I was on my feet ready to stop this madness until she spoke up

"Don't you ever - ever speak to us like that again! Go fck yourelf!" He didn't say anything, all that was heard were footsteps getting further and further. Before I knew it she was coming into my darkened room, she didn't see me stood in the corner; watching her every move. She was breathing heavily trying to get herself under control, she never did like me seeing her cry; although I always told her to show me every emotion she was feeling - to never hide herself from me

"Baby?" She whispered crawling into bed, only to her disappointment; it was empty

"Baby, where are you?" I wanted her to stop hiding her emotions, and I knew if I didn't answer she would break down, and let down her walls along the way. So I stood there as she panicked in the blacked out room, waiting as she frantically threw the covers off the bed and switched on the lamp. She was in a frenzy, maybe she thought I would be hiding under the sheets

"Cheryl" I said making her head shoot up, she had been silently crying

"Cheryl don't be scared to show me yourself" I whispered, walking cautiously over to her - the overflow of tears streaming down her flushed cheeks

"I'm so proud of you" I smiled, sitting next to her on the bed. She cocked her head to the side, smiling sadly through her tears

"Y-You're proud of us?" She sniffed, what a stupid question to ask

"Did you not hear yourself?" I asked, I could tell she was dying for some contact from me. She was fidgeting in her spot, hoping and praying for me to pull her into me - hold her and tell her everything was going to be alright

"It's you" She laughed lightly

"Everything is because of you" I crawled further into bed, making her silent wishes into reality. Wrapping my arms around her, letting her lay on top of me as she let the silent cries become known

"E-Everything I-I am is because of y-you" She sobbed into the crook of my neck

"That's not true Cheryl, it was all you out there. I was worried for a second-" I said making her lift her head up and look at me, she didn't need makeup - not an ounce of makeup. She wasn't trashy, she was elegant, thoughtful, beautiful.

"And then I heard you defending yourself" I said making her dimpled smile appear on her flawless face

"And you're not trashy" I started, her face crumbling at the memory - the harsh words of a man who was supposed to love her through everything

"You're the most caring, self respected, elegant, and selfless woman I have ever met. You have the face that every woman wishes to have, your skin - flawless, you don't need all that makeup, you could be dressed in a bin-bag and still take my breath away" I said making her giggle at my choice of words

"You really think so?" She asked doubtfully

"I know so-" I said placing a lingering kiss on her lips

"Where did he even want to take you at-" I twisted my neck and looked at the digital clock

"12:30 in the morning?" I asked

"His mates were at the club and wanted us to go with him" She rolled her eyes, resting her head back on my chest. Listening to the rhythmic heartbeat pounding against my chest

"What do you say once he leaves, we go down and watch a film? Or we can watch it in here? With steaming cups of hot chocolate" I wanted to bring up her mood, I never liked her crying or the thought of her being upset. Her mood always projected on to me, bringing me down with her - because we were one; what she felt, I felt.

"I'll go where ever you go" She said, it was a sentence that came rushing into me; like a bull attacking by its horns. 'I'll go where ever you go' would she? Would she leave all this behind and follow me to the ends of the earth? Because I would. I would follow her anywhere.

"I want to stay upstairs" I said ignoring that statement she just threw at me, I wasn't sure she even meant a single word by it.

"Will stay upstairs then" She sighed happily, getting comfortable in my arms

"I love you, I love you so much Kimba" She whispered, placing feather light kisses against my neck. She was always gentle with her touches, always pleasing her partner. I always wondered if her and Ashley still got intimate - if she ever thought about me while they were in the middle of their rough sex.

"You love us? Don't you?" She asked, I didn't realize I had zone out - gone away into my own world. A world that she was in, she was always there

"I don't think the word love is even appropriate for the way I feel about you. It's child's play to even call what we have love" I said, her eyes sparkling

"You always know the right words to say.. Have you used those words on other people?" She was doubting me, she didn't trust me - at least not completely. She tended up in my arms, knowing she had said the wrong thing. I pulled her off me, suddenly not wanting her to touch me, I couldn't stand the sight of her in that moment. How could a perfect moment go sh*t in about three seconds?

"I've changed my mind, I think I'm going to bed." I said dryly, pulling the covers back on the bed and turning the lights off. Leaving her laying beside me; in the dark with her thoughts

"Ki-"

"I said I'm going to sleep Cheryl" I spat, I felt her climb off the bed and leave me alone. I wanted her to leave me alone. How could she? Doubt that I would ever speak those same words to another person, did she not believe the love I was feeling for her? Sometimes she can really tick me off. One second it was dead quiet the next she's storming into my room and switching on the lights

"You're not going to sleep!!" She shouted

"Lower your fcking voice! Ashley will hear!!" I hissed, she wasn't helping the situation she put herself in - I was fuming with anger

"Ashley left! You tell us to always speak me mind right?" I knew where she was taking this, I sighed sitting up in bed letting my back rest against the headboard

"Mhmm" I said not trusting my words at the moment, I knew I would shout and say hurtful words of I spoke up

"Right when I say something like that you get upset with us!! I'm just saying how I feel!! You can't blame us for feeling this way" She was holding back her tears once again, she was angry with me - I was angry with her.

"So you really think I would go around claiming my fcking love to every person that looks at me!?" I snapped

"Sometimes Cheryl you really piss me off!" I wanted to scream and shout - throw stuff at her. But at the same time I wanted her to understand that not everyone was like that cheating bastard - that I was different; better.

"Come here" I said patting the empty space beside me, she hesitated for a few seconds before making her way over and climbing in next to me

"How many times have I told you about my previous relationships?" I asked

"Many times" She said in a sulking tone, I felt like I was speaking to a child who didn't get the cookie before dinner

"Aren't they my past relationships? I'm with you Cheryl - not anyone else" I said needing her to understand

"You should be.. I'm still with Ashley" she said sadly

"Are you happy?" This question brought back so many memories, the first time we kissed I had asked her that question

"I'm happy with you" She whispered, almost afraid if she were to speak any louder - all that we had would disappear

"Then be with me. Be with me. Only me, no one else" this was a question I was always afraid to ask, I was afraid of the answer she would give me

"It's not that simple"

"No, you're just making it far too complicated. You know what Cheryl.. I don't know if I can live the rest of my life knowing I was always someone's second choice" I was trying my best to control my tears, I was upset - I would drop my world for her. Sadly I didn't know she would ever do the same

"No Kimba! I swear to you, you're me first choice" She begged me to believe her, she could see how upset I was

"I'm going to leave next week, with or with out you. But I hope and I pray Cheryl, I'm fcking praying that I'll be leaving with you."