This... This is what happens when I listen to songs about cheating. We get stories like this one. It hurts me to make Sheik a cheater, though I have an idea where Link cheats as well...

(So... Just gonna apologize. But I am a blond and I forgot to put who the last chapter was for... I feel like I'm gonna stop doing that anyways. It is kind of a pain to go back to quite a while back to see who reviewed before who. But I will still dedicate chapters to people if I use their ideas. That never stops.)

Enjoy!

Oh, gods. When did I start to do this? Why did I start to do this? I can see it in his crystal blue orbs. He knows. But he would never leave me. Dark bags are under his eyes and I know it's my fault. Yet, I can't stop. First, it was an accident. Too many drinks and the guy was so nice. Then it turned into 'he hasn't been around lately and I need to feel loved'. Now, I'm going out every night. Back to old habits, I suppose.

I sighed as the door clicked shut without a sound. Hopefully, Link would already be asleep and I can just climb into bed. Pretend I didn't stay out all night with some other guy.

"You're home late." My whole body froze.

I tucked a strand of hair as I turned to face him. "Y-Yeah. I got caught up with a friend. We lost track of time."

"A friend, huh." His fingers ran along my neck, immediately finding the marks there. "I don't remember making these the last time we made love."

I cringed. He was testing me. "It has been a while. Maybe you forgot."

"Yes, a while." He echoed me, sadness in his voice. Then I cried out as Link grabbed me by the hair. He forced his tongue into my mouth and down my throat, causing me to gag. I pushed against his chest to no prevail. When he pulled away, I was breathing heavy.

"Have sex with me." I blinked. That didn't sound like Link at all. He always called it making love. My unresponsiveness must have ticked him off, because I was now being shoved against the closed door. "Come on, Sheik. Scream for me like the whore I know you are. Don't I deserve that much for what you have been doing behind my back."

"I-I-"

"Why am I even asking. You're mine and I can have what is mine anytime I want." I yelped as he threw my lithe body over his shoulder, starting for the bedroom.

"Link! Wait!" I pounded my fist against his back and pulled at his hair, but nothing stopped my... I suppose at this point he is my captor, not my boyfriend or my lover.

"No!" My back hit the bed and seconds afterward, Link was there. His lips met mine and I finally understood his behavior as I tasted the alcohol on his tongue. And I could do nothing as he worked my body into a desire-filled mess. Pushed me into the mattress more times than I can recall.

My hair was plastered to the side of my face as I sat up. Sunlight was streaming through the open window and the breeze felt amazing. The smell of bacon and eggs wafted through the air and I was quick to pull a blanket around myself, heading into the kitchen.

"Mmm. Smells wonderful, Link." His pajama pants rode low on his hips and my fingers found delight in the small patch of hair on his lower stomach.

"Go sit down, Sheik." I pouted, but sat down at our table like a good boy. He finished making the eggs, joining me at the table, and we ate in silence.

"What do you want to do today, Link?" I bit my lip, hoping he wouldn't remember last night.

"We..." He sighed. "We need to talk."

My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach. "Talk about what?"

"I know what you've been doing, Sheik." I gulped and tried to place my hand on his bare shoulder, only for Link to move away.

"Th-They didn't mean anything to me." His icy blue eyes finally looked up.

"What does it matter if they meant nothing to you." Link's hands balled into fist. "You still slept with them. How am I supposed to forgive that? I love you, Sheik, but I can't... I can't be with you."

"No, no, no!" I followed him out of the kitchen and into the bedroom.

"I can change! I swear!" Tears filled my eyes as Link pulled on a green t-shirt and slipped on his boots.

"I'm not sure of that." I watched as he pulled on his coat and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" My hands clenched the blanket draped over me.

"Does it really matter to you." And the door closed behind him.

I've always struggled with what is right and wrong. Growing up in an abusive family will do that to you. Link was the one to pull me out of everything. But I had betrayed him. I didn't deserve to be with him. Not anymore.

The room smelled of vomit and I could barely keep my hands on the toilet seat to hold myself up. I was killing him. I knew it. This would only make it worse, but what else was I supposed to do. I was nothing without Link. I was just the little whore my family passed around. My arms finally gave out and I crashed down to the tile. It was cold and I curled up to bring some warmth to my body.

"Sheik!" Who was that? I lifted my head up, but I could only see a blur. Why did my heart skip at his voice? I heard him pick up a pill bottle from beside my feet.

"You took all these! Goddess Din, you-" The ceramic was smooth and cold as I laid my head against it again. It felt nice, easing my headache. "Don't fall asleep!"

"Little... nap..." My ears were pounding.

"No! Stay awake!" I yelped as my face was pulled away from the cool floor, hot fingers resting against my cheeks. "Don't you dare pass out on me, Sheik!"

"Why do... you care...?" Ringing filled my ears and I wondered how close I was to dying.

Link seemed outraged by my question. "I never stopped caring about you! I left today because I couldn't stand looking at you and knowing so many people have had sex with you, taken advantage of you, before and after I came into your life. I just want to help you get better and not be used, Sheik. I love you. So, don't you dare kill yourself. Don't you dare leave me because I'll chase you to the ends of the Sacred Realm."

He took me to the hospital after that. I stayed in the mental ward for seven weeks before I was deemed well enough, and not a danger to myself, to leave. Link welcomed me with open arms and I really did change my ways. He proposed to me in late autumn the same year and the wedding took place ten months later. And never again did I feel the temptation to stray from him.

I know what everyone is going to say. Link is too forgiving, but hey. If he really loves Sheik and knows about his abuse, then he will forgive him easier than most people. It isn't the abused fault because it is all they have ever known. Trust me. Quite a few people around me have been used like that and I know what it does to them. They get conditioned into thinking it is normal.

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Love and extra love, (Sheiky needs lots of love right now!)

~Annoying :)