It seemed an age before she could move again; she was sore all over. Every breath that she took felt like a thousand knives stabbing into her chest, every slight movement felt as if it was tearing herself apart. She never wanted to see Ron again, he had caused her so much pain, but there was the fear in her heart that she would be alone. That no one would care for her, care about her.

Lying on the freshly made bed, she forced herself to have a shower. She felt dirty, shameful; she let him do things to her, things that should not be done. Wincing with every step, she moved towards the shower, wanting more than ever to be cleansed. Turning the taps on full, the watched the room fill with steam as the hot water fell in a torrent from the tap.

Breathing in the warm, moist air; she gingerly stripped, taking her clothes from her body and stepped under the stream of water. Sighing, she could feel the tormented muscles in her shoulders relax as the hot water mercilessly struck them. It felt good, like it was washing away the evils of her life. Taking the soap, she lathered her body, spreading the white foam over the entire of her, and she begun to scrub away her pain.

At a banging on the bathroom door, she groaned. She knew she would have to open the door, and let him in. he would just get angrier if she didn't; he would hurt her more than he already has. Regrettably, she turned off the shower and stepped from with in its safe confines. Wrapping a towel around her, she breathed deeply before opening the door, preparing herself for the onslaught of insults.

"Mione, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean what I've done, what I've said." Ron started as soon as the door creaked open; he was standing in the hall holding a single red rose, "You drove me too it baby, you know I love you more than anything. I can't live with out you."

"Ron, I cant," Hermione started but was interrupted again by him as he opened the door fully, "Ron, why though? What did I do?"

"Mione I need you to understand, you just make me angry sometimes," the red-headed man spoke before pushing the long-stemmed rose into her hands. "Sometimes you just make me so angry I can't control it, it's just something about the way you do, the way you are. Please forgive me."

As the tears fell down her face, she pushed the rose back onto him, "No Ron, I really can't forgive you. I don't even think I can have you back in my life. I really need time to think, could you please leave, I just need some time alone."

"What the fuck do you mean; you don't think you can have me back in your life? I am your fucking life!" Ron shouted as soon as she had finished speaking, his face darkening into an all too familiar snarl.

"No you're not Ron!" Hermione shrieked back at him, standing to her full height. "I can't take this anymore, not your temper, not your abuse, not you!"

"You are nothing without me bitch! No one would talk to you if you left me, not Harry, not Ginny, NO ONE! You will be alone in this cold-heartless world full of men that want sluts like you. Not everyone will be as nice as me, I can replace you, but you can never replace me!" Ron bellowed at her, saliva spraying on her bruised face. "Look at you! You're ugly! No other man alive would want you, let alone love you the way I do Hermione!"

"I don't care anymore Ronald! I can't get much worse, can I?" Hermione started to rage at him but was cut off as his hand met her face with an ear-splitting slap. "Never and I mean never touch me again," she growled, breathing deeply with anger before screaming, tears falling silently down her swollen face, "Get the fuck away from me! Get out of my house you fucking asshole! Go fucking replace me, I don't fucking care!"

"Fuck you bitch." Ron calmly said before walking out the down the stairs and out the front door, "Consider yourself replaced."

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