A/N: This is the first story I've written, it may not be as good as I thought but I did try to make the first chapter and the chapters to come interesting. Enjoy! I do not own the characters (Basic disclaimer).
Characters: Miley S. and Alex R. - more will be added as the story progresses.
Reviews on how I could make it better would be awesome, and it will be much appreciated!
Chapter 1:
Miley's POV:
It was quiet again, I felt uncomfortable in silence only because it brought the unexpected, when I say unexpected I mean unexpected. I sat up and looked around, all I saw was the bedroom me and my girlfriend had slept in, I shook myself out of my sleepy state and kept aware of my surroundings as I heard footsteps coming towards me. I whimpered as they came towards me and kept in fear just as I saw my girlfriend. You see people would sigh in relief when they saw that it was only their boyfriend or girlfriend, but for me it was different, my girlfriend was not the same as others. She was different.
"Knock knock" Alex said as she walked in, my body tensed the minute she entered the room all I could seem to offer her was a smile, a fake one at the most, she looked at me a little concerned but didn't take any notice after them few seconds. "I got you your dinner, I call it dinner in bed" she laughed saying that. I offered her another smile so she saw that I appreciated it. What was weird is about all of this is that she could be the nicest person ever at one moment and the next moment she turns into this person who seems to hate my guts and all that person wants to do is hurt me, physically and verbally, those moments were the ones I feared. I took a few bites of the pasta she had made but because of my crap health I couldn't take in more than four bites, after eating a little amount of what she made I started refusing to eat the rest, she looked at me... I could already see it, the bubbling fury that was striking up, she gave me a harsh look and then let out her little speech, the one I had to hear on a daily basis "you little bitch, I went through so much effort making this all special for you and you had to ruin it just like that, why do I even try?" She questioned to herself and just like that she poured the hot meal onto my lap, I tried to fight back the tears and tried to not concentrate on the burning pasta on my lap but I couldn't help it, I started sobbing as she turned her back and walked away. This was the girl I did not like; this girl was /not/ my girlfriend.
Alex's POV:
'I had done it again. I don't know what possessed me when I done that, right now I'm just hurting her and I don't want to do that to her. She deserves a lot better than me' I thought to myself. It pained me to just walk away from her; she seemed so helpless after all. I sighed and put the tray of food down. I sighed once again and went back upstairs to help Miley. I wasn't one to hurt her on purpose, I just wish I knew what comes over me when I physically hurt her or verbally assault her.
I stood outside the bedroom door and took a deep breath in before I opened it. My heart broke at the sight of what I saw; food everywhere, on the bed and on the floor, most importantly I saw Miley, she was crying and in pain, I mentally slapped myself for doing that to her earlier. I walked up to her and helped her out by helping her to go to the bathroom to clean up as she did that I went to clean up the mess in the bedroom. She had come back into the bedroom with a tear stained face, I went up to her and pulled her into a hug and whispered in her ear the words "I'm so sorry", she had heard it over and over, but I just didn't know what else to say in those moments.
Miley's POV:
I sighed at those three words. "I'm so sorry" those words had become meaningless to me because I had heard it over and over again. I looked down after I pulled away from our hug. "I really am sorry" Alex said, I had a urge to just blurt out that I had, had enough but because of the fear of Alex hurting me again I rejected the thought that had come to me, I just wanted to avoid getting hurt again and I wanted to avoid that meaningless sorry once again.
"Do you want to go out tonight?" Alex said attempting to make some conversation. I snapped out of my daydream and replied "huh?" not in a rude way but in a confused manner so I could just avoid the ruthlessness of pain reaching me once again. Alex repeated her question so I heard this time "I asked if you wanted to go out tonight?" she looked at me and waited for a response, I replied "I really don't" in a hush tone which she could still hear. She sighed at my response and just looked away and sat down on the edge of the bed, leaving me stood awkwardly on my own. "Miles…" she said, I replied "yeah?" and she followed up with "are you okay?" I asked myself 'why would she even ask that? She just put me in a lot of pain by basically burning my left thigh', but seeing as I'd do anything to avoid getting into trouble with her again I replied "yeah I'm fine" I wasn't fine, I was hurting inside and in a shitload of pain. She looked at me because deep down I think she knew that I was lying.