ATV145: cant rush creativity. it just ends up looking sloppy.

Disclaimer: Not for the faint of heart.

Marceline

I had no idea where me and Ash were going. To be honest, I just kinda roll with what he does nowadays. There was silence before I broke the ice. "So what was so important that you had to miss my fucking birthday for?" I was straight up furious with his dumb ass.

He chuckled. "Oh shit it's your birthday? My bad."

"My bad? My bad!? You completely forgot my birthday and all you have to say is my bad?" he kept silent. "Where are we going," I asked.

"We're gonna go gamble and swindle some fuckers out of their money."

"Why do I need to go?"

"Because, babe. I need you to distract them with your sexy bod." I was appalled by what he needed me for.

"Take me home, Ash."

"What!?"

"Did I fucking stutter? Take me the fuck home!" I yelled at the top of my lungs as we hit a stoplight. I was about to unlock the door when he locked all the doors. The lock and unlock controls had been removed from all car doors besides the driver's seat. "Let me out of the car now."

"No…"

I stared back at him and then made an attempt to go for the door controls. He struggled against me and I slapped him as hard as I could. He retreated his face back, covering it with his hand as he winced in pain. I could hear him growling in anger. "Oh my god, Ash, I'm so-" He caught me off guard with a hook to the cheek, causing me to shrink back in fear and pain.

"Don't you ever hit me like that again! EVER!" He took out a bottle of whiskey and drank it at the stoplight. "Fine," he yelled. "We won't go." He turned the car around and for a moment, I was happy. I thought that he was taking me home and was going to apologize for hitting me, like he does every time. But my hope was shattered. He wasn't taking me home. He took me back to his place. "You better make yourself comfortable. You ain't goin home tonight."

I dare not say anything to make him angry. Frankly I was scared shitless. I didn't want him to hit me again, nor did I want him to leave me. I was so heavily dependent on him in my emotional state. We walked into his trashy house and he sat down on the recliner in his living room, with whiskey in one hand and a remote in the other, watching TV. The silent treatment he was giving me was driving me nuts. I just wanted him to love me. Why won't he just give me that? "Are you hungry?" I asked.

"Fuck yeah. Go cook me something." He didn't even bother to take his eyes off the television. I got off the couch and walked towards the kitchen, wincing in pain, shedding silent tears so that Ash wouldn't hear it. For him, it was a sign of weakness. I rounded up whatever I could find in the fridge and thought a lot about our relationship. I thought if it was the right thing to be in for me, which was strange because I never thought about my relationship with Ash like that until I started talking with Finn again.

I began to cook the pasta, spacing out as I did. Was Finn right? Was Ash really that big of an asshole? Maybe I did deserve something better, but I couldn't do it. It would have hurt too much. I was too emotionally invested in Ash, and if I were to break up with him, where would I go? Even worse, what would Ash do? I finished cooking the pasta and placed it on the plate, setting it down next to Ash. "It looks like shit." He took a bite out of it. "Tastes like shit too."

My heart sank. Why was I bound to a guy like this? I thought long and hard about our relationship, and even thought that I was doing this for the safety of all my friends at one point. Ash downed the rest of his bottle and stood up. I wanted attention and affection so badly, I would have done anything for it. Anything. I stood up, walking towards him. "Ash, honey…" I said seductively. "Wanna go have sex?"

"Ooh yeah baby. You know what to do." I grabbed him by his shirt and we went off to the bedroom. I didn't want to do it, but if it would make him happy and at least make him show some sort of affection towards me, it was worth doing right? I hopped onto him, sliding his penis inside of me. God I felt so sick to my stomach. I gyrated my hips slowly and looked into his eyes. I could tell he wasn't that into me anymore, but I needed him. Within minutes, it was over. Ash quickly knocked out, and I was disgusted with myself, having been reduced to a wench. I hated my life, but felt as if there was nothing I could have done about it. When I was sure he was completely asleep, I left the house crying. I hated my life so much and I wanted it to end. Great way to end my birthday, right?

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