A/N: Just a short little thing I wrote because I'm stuck on all my other stories. Hope you like it!
Why did I come back to this place? Why, oh why did I ever want to come back to my old home, to the man that has hurt me more than any other?
I hear the door creak open and can smell the booze in the air as he walks by. He's been drinking again.
He stops when he notices the presence of another man in the room and turns to look at me closely.
"Mark?"
I nod slowly, unsure of his
mood and whether or not he'll be violent.
"What're you doing here?" he slurs, still glaring at me like a hawk.
"Um, my roommate kicked me out."
I wonder again, not for the first time since I've been back, why I chose to come here, of all places after he kicked me out. We had been in a relationship. My first male relationship…I thought it would last forever.
But it hadn't. Nothing ever does, I don't know why I was stupid enough to think that it would.
"And let me guess…you need a place to stay, right?"
I nod again, though I'm not really sure if I want to be here or not. But…it's either this or the streets, so…
He glares at me again and then turns suddenly and throws the lamp on the coffee table at the wall, shattering it to pieces.
The streets are looking better and better by the second…
"You left me, Mark! You moved out, you chose to live with that asshole over me! You lived with your little boyfriend for two years, you cut me out of your life."
"I-I'm sorry, I just…"
He grabs me by the shoulders and pushes me, hard, up against the wall.
"Get out," he growls as he pushes me towards the door.
"Wait,
please…"
But it's too late. The door is
slamming shut.
I can hear Roger cursing loudly as I stand outside the door to the loft, debating whether or not to try again or run away.
But in the end I decide to run away, leaving the loft and with it, my best friend, never to return again.
A/N: What did you think? It was supposed to be a twist ending…I'm not sure if I made it clear enough or not… Oh well, please review, tell me what you think!
