"Why don't you shut up, ever?! It's like your mouth is always blabbing about shit no one cares about!" Violet was screaming at him. What the fuck was his problem?
They were fighting about something stupid that neither of them would remember later. Violet had finally lost it. Their "honeymoon" phase was over and she wanted to tear his skin off. She couldn't stand the sight of him anymore. After a month of him never giving her a second to breathe she wanted to go back home. At first she took it as cute but when he would want to follow her two steps into another room she couldn't take it anymore.
"Well, it's not like you ever listen to me about anything! I constantly have to watch you like a child! If I turn around for one minute you get lost and fall down." He seethed.
"Oh, I do not need you to take care of me I have plenty of other people I wish I was with right now. You're a fucking dick, Tate. Just leave me alone." Violet started to walk away, "And by the way your brother probably off-ed himself because the thought of spending another day with you drove him crazy!"
He couldn't take it. She had really struck a nerve. Tate lunged forward and grabbed Violet violently by the shoulders; he shook her and screamed, it wasn't like he was super excited about being with her all this time. His original plan hadn't included her; he should have made an exception.
"Get your hands off of me you asshole!" she screeched and smacked him across the face. The sound didn't even get a chance to reverberate back before his fist collided with her pale face. She fell back and on the ground and looked up at him with hurt dwelling in her eyes.
A sound much like a forced laugh left her lips. Tears spilled over her cheeks.
"Vi, Oh my god, I'm so sorry." He tried to apologize but it was too late she was up and running out the door. It was one of the biggest mistakes of his life.