A/N: This is a fic that I have to thank Kristi for again. She can really
inspire somebody. Well, I don't own Riff or Mags..they belong to the
omnipotent Ritzy (bows down) well, anyways, here's the fic..more on the
way!
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I looked at him. He'd tired himself out. He always was the jealous type. Always had been, probably always will be. I gently pulled myself out of his grasp, and got up. He looked so handsome. I didn't want to leave him, but I didn't want another recap of tonight.
There already had been enough nights like this one. There already had been enough pain, enough suffering on my part. I wasn't going to put up with any more. I had to leave. I had to get away from him.
As much as I loved him. As much as I never wanted to leave him, I couldn't put up with him anymore. I knew that he loved me too, but he seemed to have a really funny way of showing it. I just had to get away. I didn't want to hurt him, I knew leaving would hurt him more than he could ever hurt me, but I had my own life to live.
I snuck over to the closet, wincing with every step that I took. I had sprained my ankle, I was almost sure of it. I quickly packed my a small bag, and gently opened the door to our bedroom. I walked into the kitchen, and found a pad of paper on which I scrawled out a note.
I grabbed an apple from the counter, and walked out. As I passed the bathroom on the way to the door I looked in on the mirror. I had a fat lip and a black eye. I was actually rather reminiscent of Eddie, with all my bruises.
This hadn't been the first time that he'd hurt me. And I was positive that it wouldn't be the last. Not until I put a stop to it. But this one had certainly been the worst one so far. How far would he go the next time? And what would trigger it next time? I couldn't take those risks. He wasn't as different from Frank as he thought he was.
I gave one last look at our house. I had picked it out. He didn't want it at first, but quickly grew to like it. Now he took pride in doing everything for it. I looked up at the bedroom that we had shared so many wonderful nights, and I could feel a lump in my throat grow.
I turned my back on the house and began walking down the front path. As I left, the tears started to fall, staining the sidewalk with soon to be forgotten memories of a life well spent. A life that was now behind me. As I left our block, I left a trail of blood and tears behind.
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I looked at him. He'd tired himself out. He always was the jealous type. Always had been, probably always will be. I gently pulled myself out of his grasp, and got up. He looked so handsome. I didn't want to leave him, but I didn't want another recap of tonight.
There already had been enough nights like this one. There already had been enough pain, enough suffering on my part. I wasn't going to put up with any more. I had to leave. I had to get away from him.
As much as I loved him. As much as I never wanted to leave him, I couldn't put up with him anymore. I knew that he loved me too, but he seemed to have a really funny way of showing it. I just had to get away. I didn't want to hurt him, I knew leaving would hurt him more than he could ever hurt me, but I had my own life to live.
I snuck over to the closet, wincing with every step that I took. I had sprained my ankle, I was almost sure of it. I quickly packed my a small bag, and gently opened the door to our bedroom. I walked into the kitchen, and found a pad of paper on which I scrawled out a note.
I grabbed an apple from the counter, and walked out. As I passed the bathroom on the way to the door I looked in on the mirror. I had a fat lip and a black eye. I was actually rather reminiscent of Eddie, with all my bruises.
This hadn't been the first time that he'd hurt me. And I was positive that it wouldn't be the last. Not until I put a stop to it. But this one had certainly been the worst one so far. How far would he go the next time? And what would trigger it next time? I couldn't take those risks. He wasn't as different from Frank as he thought he was.
I gave one last look at our house. I had picked it out. He didn't want it at first, but quickly grew to like it. Now he took pride in doing everything for it. I looked up at the bedroom that we had shared so many wonderful nights, and I could feel a lump in my throat grow.
I turned my back on the house and began walking down the front path. As I left, the tears started to fall, staining the sidewalk with soon to be forgotten memories of a life well spent. A life that was now behind me. As I left our block, I left a trail of blood and tears behind.