Love The Way You Lie Chapter 1: Part One, a sonny with a chance fanfic

Here's another SWAC one-shot. It's pretty sad, but then it gets happy at the end. I tried to have the story correspond with the song as much as possible, so I hope you like it! One last thing: The POV changes through-out the story—just so you don't get confused.
WARNING: It is rated T for abuse, mild sexual content, language, and dramatic themes. Plus, it will be little OOC, but you'll see why. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well that's alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well that's alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie

It's strange how we used to be. We were just two pieces of a puzzle that were perfect together. Now we can't even stand to be in the same room. All we do is fight and fight and fight—a never ending circle of hatred. Sure, we did fight when we were younger, but this is worse—much worse.

I can't tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now there's a steel knife in my windpipe
I can't breathe but I still fight all I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flight

I lie. There, I said it. I lie to the press everyday.

"How are you and Sonny doing?" a reporter from People asks.

"Fabulous," I lie. "Everything is going great. I've never been happier."

"You've been married for over a year now—any children in the future?"

Ha, like we would ever have children. She's too immature for them. She's so concerned about herself it's not even funny.

"I don't know. We'll see."

After other questions about my movie career, it's time to leave. Thank God. I hate having to lie. But yet, if I go home, there's hell to pay with Sonny. She'll comment on everything I say. She can be such a bitch sometimes. I think we're just staying together for publicity. Or maybe, deep down inside, I love her. I'm still trying to figure that out.

High off of love, drunk from my hate
It's like I'm huffin' paint and I love her
The more I suffer, I suffocate
Right before I'm about to drown, she resuscitates
Me, she fuckin' hates me and I love it, Wait!
Where you going? I'm leaving you.
No you ain't. Come back. We're running right back

I walk in the house, and she's standing there. She has her hands on her hips and looks like she's going to kill me.

"Where were you?" Sonny demands. I just stare at her. "Where were you?" she asks again.

"I went out to see some friends..." I trail off, not wanting to talk to her anymore.

"Well, why wasn't I allowed to come?"

"Because it was just my guy friends and I."

"Fine, my girl friends and I are going out to a bar. Bye," she says, heading out the door.

"Wait, you're not going out," I call after her.

"Oh, really? Says who?"

"I say."

"Why do you decide what I do?"

"Because." I shrug.

"Whatever, I'm leaving now."

"No, you're not."

"Yes, I am. You can't control me."

I watch her leave. Do I chase after her? Or do I just stay home by myself, wondering what the hell she's doing?

I choose seeing what the hell she's doing, and follow her.

Here we go again, it's so insane
'Cause when it's going good, it's going great
I'm Superman with the wind in his back
She's Lois Lane, but when it's bad, it's awful
I feel so ashamed, I snapped, "Who's that dude?"
I don't even know his name
I laid hands on her, I'll never stoop so low again
I guess I don't know my own strength

I watch her closely from the bar. I'm not going up to her, because that will start a huge fight. But I see her get drunker and drunker as the night wears on. Fabulous, she's going to be so fucking drunk it's not even funny.

I see her grinding with some other guy. I don't know who he is, but I can't take it. I walk up to her and grab Sonny by the arm. She looks at me.

"What the..." She trails off.

"We're going home," I say coldly, ignoring her struggles to get out of my grasp. Once we reach the car, I throw her in the backseat and lock the doors.

I can't take it anymore. I just start screaming bloody murder at her, swearing and threatening her. I don't know what's gotten into me.

I see our house and pull in the driveway.

"Get out," I spit as she sits in the back.

"No," she says.

"Get. Out."

"No, you can't tell me what to do."

"Fine, be that way." I grab her from the car and drag her inside. I shove her on the couch and start screaming again. "What the fuck was that. Who was that dude," I demand.

"It doesn't matter. It's over. I didn't even give him my number or anything."

"It doesn't matter? It doesn't matter? Is that what you said? It does matter. I'm your husband if you like it or not, and I don't want you with some fucking douche-bag."

She just looks at me. All she does is looks at me. What. The. Hell.

"Why did you do that?"

She doesn't answer.

"Why did you do that?"

Still doesn't say anything.

I grab her arms and start asking her more questions. And she still doesn't answer it. I'm done with being kind. I'm done being Mr. Nice Guy with her. That is the past. And what happens next is something I never thought in a million years I would do. I hit her. I hit her in the face with as much force as possible. I don't know what got into me. It seemed to go in slow-motion as I watch her fall to the ground in a heap.

I fall to the ground. I can't believe he hit me. He was never the abusive type. He was never the type to hit me. I hold my hand up to my eye—the place where he hit me. It doesn't hurt because I'm in shock. My whole body feels numb and cold and empty. I don't hear a sound. I'm to trap up in my own thoughts to say something.

I slowly wake up from the daze I was in. I flinch as he tries to help me. I don't want him to.

"Go away," I whisper. He listens for once. I slowly crawl on the couch and cry. I start to feel the pain where he hit me, but I ignore it by thinking of everything else. I remember how we were when we first got married. We were happy and naïve newlyweds. Everything was great until something went bad. I can't pin-point it, but it probably start with the stress of our careers. I'm in California while he's somewhere in Canada, or vise-versa. It doesn't matter anyway. I don't care the least.

I remember when the minister said, "Until death do us part." I believed that. I would never leave him, but after this I'm confused. I can't even tell you one good thing that happened in the past year. I don't think there is a good thing.

I slowly drift off, only to wake up in the morning, trying to forget everything that happened the night before.

You ever love somebody so much,
you could barely breathe when you with 'em?
You meet, and neither one of you even know what hit 'em
Got that warm fuzzy feeling, yeah, them chills, used to get 'em
Now you gettin' fuckin' sick of lookin' at 'em
You swore you'd never hit 'em, never do nothing to hurt 'em
Now you're in each other's face spewing venom in your words when you spit 'em
You push, pull each other's hair, scratch, claw, bit 'em
Throw 'em down, pin 'em, so lost in the moments when you're with 'em

I sit on the edge of the bed, thinking how we used to be so happy. Everything was great. I loved her so much. I used to wake up in the morning for her. I used to get up and look at her for hours and hours and more if I could. I used to get the warm and fuzzy feeling inside, but then it died—just like I did last night. I still can't believe I, Chad Dylan Cooper, did that to Sonny Munroe.

I don't even know where it started the beginning of our trouble started. I try to think. Then I remember it. It's a horrible memory. It happened about a year ago, I think.

It was after some after party for the awards. She wanted to go home, I wanted to stay out and party. She was nice enough to go with me. The next thing I knew, I was dancing with Alexis Bender. Sonny grew jealous and dragged me home.

I followed her upstairs to our bedroom where all hell broke loose.

"What the hell!" she screamed, throwing her hands in the air.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused and dazed from the drinks I had.

"What do you think I mean? You were dancing with that slut of an actress in front of me. How do you think that feels?"

"I don't know."

"It feels terrible."

"Well, I don't drag you out of an after party when I'm jealous."

"You don't have anything to be jealous of!"

"Oh, really?"

"Yes really!"

"I see you all the time, dancing with some wannabe actor."

"You're a wannabe actor!"

"Speak for yourself. You're a wannabe actress. Heck, you're lucky enough to be in my presence."

That really set her off. She came walking up to me and punched me in the face. Then she turns around and walks to change. I grabbed her roughly by the shoulder.

"Hey," I yelled. "Why the fuck are you walking away from me?" She got out of my grasp and walked back to the closet. I followed her there. She's already half undressed.

"Get away! I'm getting changed!"

"Oh. All the sudden you don't want me to see you naked?"

"Yes."

I shook my head. "You are so sad." I hung outside the closet door. She finally came out after ten minutes.

"What are you waiting for? Go to bed."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I can't sleep."

"Why not?"

"Because when you look that damn beautiful I can't think about sleeping."

"If this is your lame way of seducing me, it's not working." She sounded annoyed as she climbed into bed. I laughed and crawled over her.

"Are you sure about that?" I asked seductively.

"I'm—I'm sure," she stuttered.

I laughed again and kissed her neck.

"W-w-what are you doing?"

"This is my lame way of seducing you."

And that was the last time we had sex.

It's the fate that took over, it controls you both
So they say, you're best to go your separate ways
Guess that they don't know you 'cause today,
That was yesterday, yesterday is over, it's a different day
Sound like broken records playing over
But you promised her, next time you'd show restraint
You don't get another chance
Life is no Nintendo game, but you lied again
Now you get to watch her leave out the window
Guess that's why they call it "window pane"

I go downstairs to the kitchen. Sonny is there, sitting, looking at the wall blankly. I'm not sure what to say.

"Hi," I mumble. She looks at me and says nothing. "Um, look, about last—"

"It's okay," she says quickly. "I got what I deserved."

"No, you didn't. Nobody should get punched in the face, especially you."

"No, stop that. I needed a good punch to the face. It really made me think why I've been the way that I was. It's mostly because of the—" She doesn't finish. She just burst into tears.

"What?"

"I—I was pregnant," she said between sobs.

"What?" That had to the biggest shock ever. "When?"

"I found out when you were gone for the movie tour thing. Then I was going to tell you when you got back...but I got into the car accident on the way, and that's when I lost it..." She looks away. "I've been sick of life since then. I wanted one of my own for so long. I always wanted a little baby of my own."

I hesitantly walk over to her and hug her. She just falls into my arms and sobs.

I can't believe I just told Chad my dirtiest little secret. That was the thing that I wanted to hold in forever. He never needed to know that. I can't even believe I'm sobbing like this. I'm supposed to be strong. I'm supposed to hide my true feelings. I don't need anyone. But I needed him now. Somehow we found ourselves upstairs and I let him hold me.

Now I know we said things, did things that we didn't mean
And we fall back into the same patterns, same routine
But your temper's just as bad as mine is
You're the same as me
When it comes to love you're just as blinded

I just let her sleep in my arms after hours of her sobbing. We never actually forgave each other, but I'm pretty sure we will when she wakes up.

I fell asleep, too, but when I wake up, I'm shocked.

Sonny standing there, dressed up with her clothes in her suitcases.

Baby, please come back, it wasn't you, Baby, it was me.
Maybe our relationship isn't as crazy as it seems
Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano
All I know is I love you too much to walk away though
Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk
Don't you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk?
Told you this is my fault, look me in the eyeball
Next time I'm pissed, I'll aim my fist at the drywall
Next time? There won't be no next time
I apologize, even though I know it's lies
I'm tired of the games, I just want her back. I know I'm a liar
If she ever tries to fuckin' leave again,
I'ma tie her to the bed and set this house on fire
I'm just gonna

"Babe, what are you doing?" I ask.

"I'm leaving," Sonny replies.

"Why?"

"Because I just can't take anything anymore, you know. Hollywood is a dog eats dog world, and we had some good times, Chad, but this isn't the life I want to live." She's wiping away a few tears. "I'm going back to Wisconsin...and don't try to stop me." She pauses. "Maybe we were good for each other. Goodbye, Chad. I love you." With that, she walks downstairs, leaving me.

"Baby, stop," I call after her. "It's not Hollywood. It's not your fault about any of this. It's mine." She doesn't stop though; she keeps going out the door. "Maybe we can make this work. We can do something to work this out." I'm chasing after her like some pathetic loser, but I don't care. "Sonny, you can't do this. I love you to much to leave me. Come on, Babe, just come inside and talk about this." She doesn't listen; instead she puts her bags inside the SUV. "Can't you tell I'm sincere?" Still, she says nothing. "Look me in the eyes and you'll see." She stops and looks in my eyes—the eyes she fell in love with.

"What?" she whispers.

"We can work this out. You know, marriage counseling and maybe try to have another baby." I mumble the last part.

"I would love to, but can we even handle a baby?"

"Yes, we can. We just have to work on it. I'm won't take anything out on you. And I'll try to be there every step of the way. I'll be the perfect husband and father ever, only if you give me this second chance. Please, Sonny."

She stares at me for a moment, and then she launches herself in my arms and kisses me everywhere. "I'm sorry," she says. "I love you. I love you. I love you. And I'm sorry. I should have told you about everything. Not hide it like some coward."

"I'm sorry for hurting you physically and emotionally," I mumble in her hair. "I love you, Sonny Munroe. And I promise never hurt you again." She nods, brushing away the happy tear. "Come back inside and we can try for that baby." I wink suggestively.

"Okay, I would like that." She smiles and I can't help but smile back.

With that, we run to our bedroom, not planning on coming out for a long time.

Love the Way You Lie by Eminem Ft. Rihannah

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