Sorry, I forgot to put in my author's note last time. Thank you for all the love I'm getting even though I'm updating at like midnight.

Also, this chapter has some violence, so if that will affect you negatively I suggest you do not read this chapter. Not many of my chapters have severe or even mild violence, so please do not fear that every chapter will be like this. If you wish to continue this story but are worried about the violence, please leave me a note or not but the chapter after I will summarize what occurred previously.

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~IfWritersCouldSpeak~

Fabian hit me.

I know, insane, until you realize that everything about Fabian has to do with The Council, that they would always have the upper hand.

When I woke up at my usual time, Fabian was already in the shower. This scared me, since a Perfect wife always woke up before the man. I rushed out of bed, and went to the other bathroom, where I showered and dressed nicely. I took my time, knowing that when I came out, Fabian would still be getting ready, waiting for me, because as he stated, "Your perfect. I'd wait a million years for you, just to see how perfect you are." Although the comments were well appreciated, it was pretty annoying to remind myself that Fabian was under the influence of The Council, and that every sweet word he said, was just an act, and that it was fake.

But even that excuse was overused.

When I headed downstairs, Fabian was standing, in a suit as usual, in the kitchen, tapping his foot impatiently. "Finally."

I froze. His voice seemed to have matured, becoming more deep and serious, instead of his sweet and light accent vibrating the room with joy.

"Well," he insisted. "Is my breakfast going to make itself?"

I walked downstairs, and began to make his favorites, pancakes. He stood, not even daring to sit down, where a glass of orange juice, and his favorite fruits of grapes, peaches, and apples on lay in a pattern, the colors trying to give the kitchen the energy he was draining with his "sunny" mood.

I placed the plate in front of him, "It's hot," I warned before, he took the plate and dumped it on the ground.

Right where my bare foot was.

"Pancakes!" he screeched. "Are you trying to kill me?"

I bit back my screams, as I did at the orphanage, when Victor cowered over me.

"I can't believe you!" he continued. "I don't deserve you! I deserve better!" I began to cry, as finally the truth that I had chosen not to believe all along stared me in the face.

Every sweet thing he ever said to me, every word of encouragement and care…

…were lies.

"I'm eating at work," he stated. He picked up his briefcase and headed for the door.

And I could hear the sound of the door vibrating for hours, even when I tried to scream it away.

X

I applied medicine to the wound. It severely blistered, causing my once perfect skin, to be inflamed and red.

This time, though, I was prepared. After I cleaned every room of the house, I began to prepare his dinner three hours before his arrival. It was much more luxurious than I should have done, since I was still an intermediate chef, but I thought while he was spitting out the horrendous food, I could slip away and lock myself in the bedroom for the night.

That way I don't have to worry about Fabian wrapping his arms around my neck in anger when I sleep.

And to think this is the same Fabian who fed me my dinner when I didn't eat.

I hate The Council.

The meal consisted of fried brown rice, a light gravy, vegetable dumplings in heart healthy oil, a carrot cake with low sugar, and to finish off the meal, I made him coffee, a drink the old Fabian would have resented, and dumped down the sink, but never would have gotten mad at me for.

But this was the new Fabian.

When Fabian knocked on the door, I answered immediately. I took his jacket, and briefcase carefully, and cautiously, in case if he wanted to drop his five-pound briefcase on my already blistering foot.

I put the coat in the closet, making sure to cause no wrinkles. He removed his watch and tossed it to me, and I narrowly caught it, before placing it on a nearby table. He stood there, and cleared his throat. I loosed his tie, and folded his cuffs, neatly, before guiding him to the dining table, where I laid out the meal elegantly. I placed two plates across each other, with the dishes in the center. The light added to it, creating a nice sense of bright color.

"Why are their two plates?" he asked, when sitting down, after I pulled out his chair.

I stopped.

"Nina, come on!" Fabian persisted.

"No! No, it's not right!" I responded.

"Since when have you ever cared about what's right and what's wrong?" he countered, "Come on sit with me!"

"I refuse. Look if you need me, I'll be upstairs. I'll eat later, I promise."

"I thought we promised to stop lying to each other," he speculated. "I know when you're lying before the words come out of your mouth."

I rolled my eyes. "I doubt that."

"Really?"

I nodded.

"You're about to try and make some excuse like going to the bathroom, and you'll be gone for twenty minutes hoping I won't notice." I gasped. "Then, you'll come out, I'll be done, and you'll begin to clean dishes.

I'll ask you to eat, and you'll say you will, and you'd make up some elaborate lie, I don't fully believe and convince me to go upstairs. You'd stay down here for twenty minutes, claiming you ate, and then you'd come upstairs." I was silent. "Am I right?"

I nodded. "But that doesn't change things," I stated. "I'm going upstairs, and you can't stop me."

I turned around, but I felt him grab my hand.

"Nina, please, if you don't eat, I won't eat," he declared in a hushed tone.

"You'd starve for me?" I asked bewildered.

"Yes, and I'd do so much more for you." He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Please."

I was dragged to the table, where we began to eat the cold food. This was my second time eating my own homemade dinner, and I couldn't understand how Fabian did it everyday.

When we finished, we headed upstairs where we laid on the bed together. "Fabian?" I asked, right as we were dozing off.

"Hm?"

"How did you know exactly what I was planning to do?"

"Nina, you did that on the first day I met you."

Back at the orphanage, we were only allowed one meal a day, since there were so many kids. I had chosen breakfast, and for fifteen years, I had only eaten then. But within two days, Fabian Rutter had changed that.

"Hello?" Fabian asked me.

"Oh, sorry," I apologized. "The other plate is for your dessert. I don't want you eating on the same plate."

He nodded, and when I realized that he didn't want me to eat with him like the old Fabian did, that was when I knew that the first few days were tricks, but this, this was the rest of my life.

He bit into a dumpling first, before he turned around, and slammed the food onto the floor. "This is awful!"

I walked backwards, but with every step I went back, he took one step towards me. "Who taught you to cook?" I stepped back. "Because whoever it was, is going to get personal execution ordered by me." He grabbed my hair, tightly, "First them, then you."

When I was up against the fridge, it was over.

He slapped me.

I fell to the floor, crying, and I looked up. But when I looked up it wasn't Fabian staring at me-it was Victor.

"No," I whimpered. "No, please, no."

I curled into a ball ready for the next blow that never came. When I looked up, Victor was putting his hand down. Once I blinked, it was no longer Victor. It was Fabian.

He was on the ground beside me, and he shook my shoulders. I crawled as far back as I could, before I saw his face. There were tears running down his cheeks, matching mine. I saw him, stand up and walk backwards. "Nina-"

I stood up and ran for the door. I could hear him following me, but if it were Fabian I once knew, I would have stopped.

But he wasn't.

I ran to the master bedroom, and without time to think, I just slammed the door. I dashed to the window and I opened it. I had one foot dangling out in the air when the door opened.

I began to pull my other foot, when someone grabbed it and yanked me backwards with such force that my leg sliced open on the sharp edge, and the blood trickled down my leg, and fell in droplets onto the carpet. I shut my eyes and screamed, so loud, the neighbors heard it through the open window.

The person placed a cloth to the injury and when I forced my eyes open, Fabian was standing there, a look of concentration and concern on his face.

"Nina, I need you to stay awake," he begged. I began to close my eyes when I felt someone grab my chin, and forced me to stare into concrete blue eyes. "You are not going to die on me." I focused on him, and it made it easier to stay awake.

He grabbed the first aid box in our cabinet and tore it open. Bottle and packets flew everywhere, and I saw him grab a bottle and a wrap of some sorts.

"Nina, this is going to hurt, ok?" he warned. He held out his hand, and I took it without realizing it was the hand he slapped me with. I closed my eyes as he lightly poured the medicine over the wound and I squeezed his hand tightly.

I heard him tear open the wrap with his teeth, one hand still interlocked with mine, as he bandaged the cut.

"Nina, I'm sorry," he whispered.

I immediately let go, and wrapped both of my hands around myself.

"I wasn't myself, I didn't mean it. They controlled me," he elaborated. "I fought, I swear I did, Nina, but it was so hard."

"I'm sorry, I need to be alone," I stated.

"No, Nina-"

"I'm sorry just go."

"But Nina-"

"Fabian! Leave. Now."

"I can't, Nina."

"Why?"

"Because I need to save you."

"From what?" I asked, frightened.

"When The Council had control over me, I turned you in. I told them about everything that had happened between us, how we have had very awkward moments that Perfects shouldn't have."

My heart raced, as I took in his words, and the sirens got louder and louder.

"I told them Nina. They think you are an ImPerfect. They are coming to take you away from me Nina."

The sirens were outside our house.

"Nina, they are coming for you."

Yay! I hope you enjoyed up to here, because I am not writing anymore!

JK! I would never torture you that way (or myself)!

I hope you enjoyed.

~IfWritersCouldSpeak~