[REPOST]
"Please, please listen to me Nick." I beg, as he walks, seemingly emotionless, towards the sofa before sitting down and just staring blankly forwards.
"I'm sorry, it was a mistake. I swear, it was just one time." He still doesn't respond as he raised a glass of whisky to his lips.
"Please Nick, please just listen to me."
"We can get through this Nick. I just know we can," I continue to beg.
I watch him as he looks into his empty glass and stands up from the sofa, walking over to the kitchen counter where the rest of the bottle of whisky remains.
I follow him as he starts to pour another glass before drinking it.
"Nick, please just talk to me. I'm sorry," I beg him.
There's a small but tense pause before he finally answers.
"Get out." He simply says and I try to reassure myself that everything will be okay. He's just drunk. He's just hurt. He'll come around.
He turns to face me as I feel a tear run down my cheek.
"I said, get out." He repeats. He doesn't shout. He says it almost like he's calm but I know he's not. He's anything but calm.
"No Nick, please. I promise we can work through this. We can get married, we can move away. We can do anything you want." I beg.
Me. Carla Connor.
Begging.
I didn't think I would resort to this. Not again.
But, I know I just need to make him realise what a mistake he's making. We're meant to be together. I just know we are.
"When are you going to get the message?" He snaps, slightly louder and angrier than before.
"No, you know what? I won't. I never will. This is right. Us. We are right together. I'm not going to give up until you forgive me!" I yell at him, desperate for him to realise but before I even get a chance to do anything, say anything, register anything.
"JUST SHUT UP!"
Smack
I feel pain rush through my body from my head as it collides with the floor and as I look up, holding my cheek in pain I see him.
Not a face of regret.
A face of anger.
Fury.
Rage.
No love.
No regret.
Nothing.