((A.N: This usually comes at the end, and I know most of you will skip this over, and I really don't care, I'm just making a note really quick. This chapter came to me way after I wrote the intended. So I'll be posting this then the flash back chapter in a couple days. Anyway, thank you all for all the reviews and the follows~))
I sat up on the couch as I recollected my thoughts. Gamzee had just made love to me.
I sighed happily and looked over in the direction Gamzee left to. I heard him talking on the phone in our bedroom. I smiled, feeling my muscles ache from the strange stress that was put on them mere moments ago. I'll never get used to that ache, though I hope I will one day anyway.
I wobbly get up and take my sweater up off the now clean floor, pulling it over my healing chest. I begin pulling on my pants when I start hearing Gamzee start to trash our room. I quickly pull on my sweatpants as Gamzee runs out of the room into the kitchen in a panic. He starts digging under the sink, hitting out any expired cleaning supplies in there. He then proceeded to search the cupboards, the trash even, before running to look under the couch cushions.
"WHERE THE FUCK IS IT?!" Gamzee yelled loudly. I flinched and clenched my hands.
"W-Where's what..?" I ask quietly, the familiar feeling of fear flooding into my happy feeling once again.
"MY MOTHER FUCKING MONEY!" he screams, running to his chair, pulling the seat cushions off, drugs and a few lighters falling helplessly to the floor. I furrowed my brows.
"Th-The stash under the bed?" I ask with a quivering voice. So much for the calm and loving Gamzee.
He turns to me, his face angrier than I could ever remember. His purple eyes filled with rage and hate. "YES THE MOTHER FUCKING STASH UNDER THE BED!"
I flinched and looked away from his eyes. "It's not there..?"
Gamzee growled and punched my hard across my face. I was knocked back, the side of me hitting the wall before falling hard to the floor. My shoulder screamed from the blow against the wall it just endured.
"YOU CLEANED THE MOTHER FUCKING HOUSE! YOU TELL ME!" He was fuming, his face red from the rage and anger.
Cleaned the house..? I didn't clean the-
No. No, no, no, no! He didn't. He couldn't have.
"WHERE'D YOU PUT IT?!"
I flinched and felt a sob escape my throat. "I didn't..." I whimpered out.
"DIDN'T WHAT?!"
"I didn't clean the motel..."
Gamzee's face turned to a mix between pure rage and confusion before turning back into rage. "YOU'RE LITTLE BLONDE WHORE FRIENDS STOLE MY PROVIDERS MOTHER FUCKING MONEY!"
I felt hot tears run down my face. No. He couldn't have. He couldn't have!
I felt Gamzee grab my hair before he knelt down. No. Gamzee quickly and strongly bashed my head against the concrete floor. I felt my brain slosh in my head before I felt the pain and heard the loud crack. My mind was out of my body as I felt my whole body start shaking. I felt a hot puddle begin to form under my head.
Blood. So much blood. I felt another blow, though it seemed to go in slow motion this time. I felt the hard concrete against my already cracking skull, my brain hit hard against the inside of my head, following the surge of pain and aches. The blood puddle grew large and faster. A trail of blood dripped into my eyes, stinging it terribly. My body didn't flail this time. It was motionless. Absolutely motionless. My limbs wouldn't move when I tried getting up. My chest didn't have that slight rise and fall from my breathing.
Breathing! Breath! Now! I'm not breathing! How do I breath?! What's going on?! I need to breath! I need to move!
I gasp weakly, barely getting any air into my lungs, but at least my chest is moving again. Thank god.