WARNINGS : Domestic Abuse, non-consensual sex. NOT for people with faint hearts.

#11.

I'm right. He's wrong, and he has to know it.

This is what acts as the engine to my limbs and mouth as I shove Ichigo, my boyfriend of an year into the nearest wall. He winces from pain and grunts, hand reflexively clutching his hurt shoulder. But this is not enough. His eyes, the are still defiant. They scream that I'm wrong. They yell that I'm not right.

I clench my jaw tight and grab his wrist, not catching the flinch in his form, maybe I do, but I choose to ignore it.

I drag him and throw him into the floor harshly, but before he can recover from the impact, there's my leg on his gut. He screams in pain, his lids hiding bright star-like orbs.

I clutch his hair, forcing him to look at me. Still, he looks at me with eyes alive with feeling. I get a doubt, my mind tells me that I would regret this, that I'm hurting the person I promised to stand by, but it doesn't matter as my fist collides with one of his high cheek bones. I'm more important. My right over his wrong is more important.

He coughs up blood, staining the carpet crimson. It's not enough. I look at his face, study it. I get up after I release him, then I kick him once more, his yelp falling into deaf ears. I throw the vase on the floor in anger and it shatters but doesn't help with anything. I take his collar, drag him across the room through the shattered pieces then slam him against the door, roughly kissing him.

I bite his lips and taste metal. It's disgusting but I don't stop, taking note of Ichigo's unresponsiveness as submissiveness.

I shove him through the bedroom door and force him onto the bed. His eyes widen and he yells at me to stop, but I only grab a thrown away tie and tie his wrists to the headboard. He still continues to yell and I slap him, effectively shutting him up for the first time since I've ever laid my hand on him, I heard a whimper which slowly made way for tears to drop from his eyes. I hesitate, but then I'm this close to winning. I force away his clothes whole his whimpers turn into sobs. I kiss, bite and abuse his already abused skin. I tear down his pants and spread his legs.

I take a glance at his face, his cheek is swollen into blue, tears spilling from his tightly shut eyes.

''Look at me'' I tell him, demand from him and when he doesn't listen, I force him by grabbing his chin. He opens his lids, and fear is all I see. I witness Ichigo breaking away as I push inside him, without preparing him. He screams, cries with new tears spilling from horrified eyes, his head trashes and lithe body trembles harshly. I thrust into him, again and again till I come, and Ichigo breaks.

I untie his bondage, calm at last and I glance at my broken lover. I look at his body and at the blood at the blood between his legs. Internally wincing, I get up and fix my pants then walk out of the bedroom and out of our shared apartment.

I walk to the nearby park and sit down on a bench. My mind feels empty, accomplishment long gone the moment I untied Ichigo's bruised wrists. Bruised. My breath hitches and all I can think of is purple and red on beautiful white.

My eyes narrow and I frown. The image of Ichigo lying broken on the bed right before I left flows behind my closed lids. Curled up, his forearms covering his beaten up face. I gasp loudly. But I wasn't able to view him for a longer time. Why? The image of a trembling and uglily bruised hand coming up to grip the white blankets weakly to cover the body of it's owner is what comes to mind.

Suddenly, oxygen feels way too heavy in my chest. I stand up at once, I raped my boyfriend, I raped Ichigo. I feel the food coming up my throat and I crouch down and throw up, head reeling.

Getting up, I run back to our apartment hurriedly but right as I arrive in front of our door, I freeze.

How in the world can I face him after what I had done to the man? My fists tremble at my sides, clenching and unclenching with indecision. It is the least I can do to apologize. I feel fear swallow me up but as suffocated as I feel, I know Ichigo must have felt worse. I swallow thickly and grab the doorknob, hoping it isn't locked and twist the doorknob. It opens and I don't know whether to be relieved or not. I walk to the bedroom before I can back out but when I get there, it's empty. My heart drops. I look at the bloodies sheets then I look at the open bathroom door, which is empty inside as well. Hurriedly, I check the living room and the kitchen as well as the guest bedroom but still no signs of Ichigo. I panic and in a last ditch attempt, I force open the closet door in out bedroom only to find my clothes in it.

Only my clothes. Ichigo's aren't there. I slump down to the floor. I clutch my head as Ichigo's tear filled face comes to my mind.

What have I done?

Really, what have I done? I'm sorry. Anyhow, I'll leave the ending to you guys. I'd love to hear what you think will happen though!