A/N: This is a one-shot. This is a sad one-shot. Review please.

Do You Love Me?

He comes home late.

Drunk or high.

I know you cheat on me with other woman.

But, I still love him for some reason.

Things are not the same.

….

I'm on the couch, emotionless. It's 4:47 in the morning and he's still not home. Sometimes I'm glad he's not home and something I'm happy. When he does come home, he's drunk and high off his mind. He gets mad for some reason, but I don't know why.

He hits me.

Then couple of hours later act like nothing happened. He said he would never do it again.

He still does.

I hear the front door open and Eli walks in stumbling. I can smell the beer on him. I can smell the perfume on him too.

"Clare, what are you doing up?" He slurred, walking to the couch.

He sits down and puts his arm around me. The smell is excruciating. I move a inch away from him and he looks at me confused.

"Why are you moving away from me Clare?" He asked.

I don't answer him.

"Answer me Clare"

I still don't answer him.

Eli grabs my face roughly and made me look at him.

"Answer me Clare!" Eli screamed in my face.

I still don't answer him. I'm sick of his bullshit.

Eli slaps me hard in my face and I fall on the living room floor.

"You make me do this Clare! It's your fault!"

He kicked me in the stomach. Again, and again, and again.

Repeatedly.

"Stop it Eli!" I scream.

I scream, but he doesn't listen.

Over and Over.

The kicks hit. But, my heart hurts more.

He finally stops and dropped down to his knees.

"I'm sorry Clare. I should have never did that. I would never do it again promise. Forgive me?" Eli cooed.

"I forgive you Eli" I groaned.

Why do I keep crawling back?

He helps me off the floor and push a strand on hair out my face.

"I'm sorry Clare. I really am" Eli said, kissing me.

"Eli, it's fine. You won't do it again" I said, kissing him back.

He WILL do it again and I know it.

He walks me to the bedroom and we climbed into bed. My stomach hurt and I knew there were to be a whole bunch of bruises.

Eli wrapped his arms around me, and I tried not to cry because of the pain.

"I love you Clare" Eli said.

If you did you wouldn't be hurting me.

"I love you too Eli"

Do you love me?

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A/N: And that was the one-shot! This story was inspired by my recent break-up this morning. Yea I know what you are thinking:

"11 year olds have boyfriends?"

Believe it or not, they do. Review please!