Hi guys! I am so sorry for Leaving. I had a tough year, aight? But I promise I will do this thing now! :)

Click. His key slid into the lock. I could hear his frustrated grunt from outside the door. My eyes widened in fear.

He kicks the door. "ARGHH!" The door cracked.

The beautiful, expensive door that we bought when we decided to move in. It was only a few months after he proposed. When we were certain, so certain we had love... And it couldn't be broken.

Finally, the door opens and he falls in. I hear his footsteps.

Tap

tap

He's wearing his Vans again. The yellow ones, for his favorite color.

It's 2:19 AM.

I raise myself from the bathtub, and look in the mirror.

My hair is messy, my eyes have bags, my mascara is smudged from all my crying.

The cut on my lip from Monday is still there.

His footsteps sound stumbled. I think he crashed into the fridge.

"Fuck Ally and her damn pickles..." He muttered.

crash!

He threw it down on the kitchen floor.

The vent which I could hear everything through rattled. I hear his breath rattle the vent.

Is he sober? No.

Its not the first time, you know. Actually a couple of months passed. I've been smart enough to realize that I need to get out of the way.

I pulled the sleeve up of my oversized hoodie. His hoodie.

I looked past my row of scars. There it was, on my wrist.

My tattoo. Our tattoo.

It says To Infinity And Beyond, with the infinity tatoo. That was his present for my 18th birthday.

I snapped out of my little faze because I hear his steps up the stairs.

"Ally!" He slurred. I sighed, and stepped out of the bathroom, shuddering.

"Yes, dear?" I said faking being bright and cheery.

" Why are you here?" He demanded to know.

"Oh... Um..." I stuttered. " I just had to use the bathroom."

"Why do you even bother? You broke the scale anyways." He snickered.

My eyes filled with tears but I wouldn't break.

He pushed me against the wall. " Shut up and go to sleep." Then he yanked my hair and walked away.

I heard the bedroom door lock.

I sighed. Suddenly, I felt something sharp in my pocket.

My razor.

My body found the bathtub. The water gushed out of the silver faucet. I couldnt hold it in.

The thing is, I love Austin. I always will. I can leave him if I want, physically, but never emotionally. He is my love. He drinks. He hurts me. It hurts even more because I love him so. It wasn't like this. We were perfect, and everything was perfect. But then he got a record from Jimmy Starr. It's not a well known fact but Jimmy is quite the drinker.

I want Austin back. My Austin.

I reached for the razor.

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