Marceline lit the candles sitting on top of her tv, they provided a little bit of light into the room. She looked around, her living room was trashed. She walked over to a shelf near the kitchen and lit some more candles. They didn't help brighten things up much either. She started to walk towards her couch to sit down, her head was pounding. She didn't float but walked, Ash hadn't liked it when she floated. He said she needed to be on the same level as him. So she put herself in the habit of walking. Halfway across her living room she tripped on something big and squishy on the floor. She hit the ground and her head hit against her worn out carpet. Everything came back to her, the previous nights events.
Ash had gotten home from drinking with his buddies. She never knew where he went or what he did, just that he was out drinking. When he got back she had done everything he had asked. Ash had been going downhill since the first time he yelled at her. Her had been hitting her, he would force her to do things to him, he would call her awful things. But she couldn't fight back, because deep down in there, her Ash was still there. The Ash that cuddled her and stroked her hair, the Ash that gave her sweet kisses all around her face before pulling out roses that he had made with a spell for her, the Ash that understood her and her issues with her father. The Ash that always had time for her, her biggest fan. That Ash had been around for a few months, wonderful months, until his drinking started. She loved that Ash so much, how could she give up on him? He never gave up on her. So even through the beatings and everything else she tried her hardest to do everything to bring that Ash back. So last night she put together a special dinner. She cleaned everything in the house and outside of it, she bathed herself and put on her sexiest outfit. She waited with candles lit around the room for him to come home. She had thought maybe with this special dinner she could talk him out of drinking so much. But it had all gone wrong, Ash came home and saw her special dinner. Her yelled at her, threw the dinner plates, smashing the light in the living room. He yelled at her because there was a show on he wanted to watch and he wanted his favorite tv dinner. He hit her in the eye with a gloved fist. This was the fist he always hit her with, it's a magical glove that what damage it caused couldn't be healed with her fast healing. She had to stay with that injury until it naturally healed with time, he liked it better that way. She fell on the ground and he jumped on her. Well when he jumped he more of sluggishly fell on top of her. It knocked the breath out of her and her head pounded in her ears. She struggled under him for a minute before shoving him off. Last time she was in this position he took her in an unpleasant way. Breathing heavily she backed up from him. He didn't move, he must have past out, thankfully. Marceline blacked out after that.
She turned to look at what she tripped over, though she already knew what it was. It was Ash laying in the floor face down, though the solid kick to his squishy beer gut seemed to make him stir.
"Where are you?" He said sitting up slightly. Marceline paused at what seemed to be the calm voice of her Ash for a second. Ash sat up and looked at her, he took a swig of the drink he had brought home with him and sat for a few seconds more.
Finally after sitting and staring at each other for minutes Ash swelled in rage, "That hurt you bitch." He said rubbing his stomach and coming towards her. She jumped up and ran to the couch.
"Ash I'm sorry, I didn't know you were in the floor. You broke the light I couldn't see." She pleaded
She felt Ash's hand around her arm and his fist land in her stomach. She doubled over and felt repeated kicks all over her body and once again she blacked out, not before hearing a bump at the window looking over to see Simon staring at her in horror, tears in his eyes.
Author's Note
Well spring break is over, back to classes and being busy. I'm glad I got to finish this chapter tonight, I thought I wouldn't because I'm working on a painting that I needed to finish before the paint dried. I'm sorry every time I update its at like 1 or 2 in the morning. That's just when I'm not busy anymore. So the story hit over 5000 views and now has 12 followers. Keep it up guys, I'm loving the reviews. I really appreciate everything. I can't wait to write more, I was listening to Patrick Stump's album Soul Punk and it gave me a lot of inspiration for up coming chapters. So be prepared and stay tuned friends!