AN/ THIS IS GOING TO BE A LITTLE weird SO BEAR WITH ME PLEASE

"Lena." Some distant voice says. 

Leave me alone voice I'm sleeping. 

"Lena." The voice grows louder not so sweet anymore.

"Lena!" I yelp and jolt nearly falling off my bed.

 My eyes are wide open now. "Ow!" he exclaims covering his eye. 

Oh poor thing I hit his eye.

Oh Ryan, of course who better to disturb my sleep than this salt less potato.

"What do you want now?" I whine. 

He looks taken aback a little then says, "You've slept through half the day."

"What are you talking about? The sun's out." I say crossing my arms and sitting up. 

"Yeah because it's three in the afternoon." No way I slept for that long but he has his serious face on.

"Why'd you let me sleep then?"

 "Because you were tired." he shrugs. 

"So why am I awake now?" I ask frustrated with this man.

He leans over me and says, "Because we're going out." that sends shivers up and down my spine.

 I hate when he does that, good thing he knows nothing of his impending effect on me.

"To where, the front of the house? The beach? The driveway? The garage-" he interrupts me by putting up his hands telling me to be quiet.

 "No, jeez do you have to be so...sarcastic?" i open up my mouth to speak but he holds up a hand.

"We're going to the city to have some fun." 

Ooo, fun.

 "Now go take a shower and i'll put your clothes on your bed." I get up looking at him suspiciously, "What's with you and telling me to go shower?"

"Uh...I don't want to attempt answering that."

This is the only time Ryan is speechless and when I have an advantage; probably the obly chance in my entire short diabetic lifetime.

 Let me have some fun with this, "Why are you always picking out my clothes for me knowing my exact size?" I say lowering imaginery glasses and trying my best to look serious.

"Why is it that you like leaving my clothes while I'm in the shower hmm? So you can take a sneak peep? Is that it?"

 Now that I think about it why does he do all that?

 My shoes, uniforms etcetera.

I gasp dramatically and smirk, "Oh I know. When no one's watching you, which nobody would bother doing...You, put on some lipstick, try to model in the clothes holding them by the hanger coz you'd never be able to fit in them and just look pretty."

"What?! No! Why the fuck would I do that?" He is turning red both from blushing and anger. His hands are clenched firmly at his sides and his veins grow bulbous.

"Ryan, chill. I'm just joking with you." I'm laughing so hard right now. 

I clutch my stomach as the feeling fades, He's not laughing.

If anything he's looking angrier, intimidating to say the least.

Oh shit, I am screwed. He walks up to me slowly making his steps deliberate. 

Oh help me God. 

I might just shit my pants. 

He's getting closer.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuck.

I feel like my heart is going to poop in my chest.

He really looks down at me while I cower in fear trying to make myself shorter.

 His breathing is heavy as he throws daggers right through my eyes.

 His emerald ones becoming dark.

I really messed up good.

 Keep your mouth shut. 

He lifts a hand and presses it firmly against my neck pressing me impossibly close against the wall.

"Don't" his grip is tighter, I try so hard to pry it off me. 

"Fucking" he shakes me once cutting off all air circulation

"Test" streams of hot liquid pour down my cheeks. He's hurting me so much.

"My" the room is getting dark I'm losing consciousness

"Patience" my hands, I'm losing feeling.

"Ryan." My voice comes out barely in a whisper. He blinks three times as he realizes what he's doing.

He lets me go taking a few steps away from me running his hands through his hair. "Shit, what did I do?" he mutters looking stressed out.

I drop to the floor gasping for oxygen like my life depends on it. 

I look closely at him my eyes widening and panic creeping in when I realize how deadly he really is.

 He takes a step towards me looking apologetic hand out stretched. 

"Lena, I'm sorry-" But I interrupt him by wheezing, "No...do..don't...come...near me."

He steps away looking hurt the fixes his face plastering scorn and bitterness. 

He turns to the door making his way out saying, "Don't be late."

Then slams the door making the floor rumble. 

At this point I'm too scared to object. 

The memories come flooding back and without warning I'm sobbing hard and painfully since my throat is bruised.

I stand up shakily  making my way to the shower, taking my clothes of slowly. The giant mirror in front of me reminds me of all the battles I've lost.

Scars are written all over my body like a freaking map. I look revolting if anything.

Every fiber of my being is wounded. 

Why am I so stupid?

I really forgot who this man really is. 

Lena why do you have to be so foolish?

 He's just trying to make himself the good guy.

I run the shower and cry it all out not caring whether he hears me or what.

I scream and shout, anything to make me feel better.

Whatever it is. No matter how wounded I feel I should just let it out.

I'll just have to forget about it.

later

I walk down the stairs and make it to the living room Ryan is standing at the front door looking hot as always.

 I try not to make it look like I'm scared of him because I'm not.

I look him right in the eyes because I am pissed but to drive him nuts I smile innocently. 

"Well let's go silly." I say cheerily, hooking his arm with mine and walking out the door.

The tables are turning.

It is what it is.

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