"It wasn't always like this" I think to myself as my back slams into the wall and his fist come to either side of my head hitting the wall. I lash out with anger and push him away from me with everything that I have yet he still seems unmoved. His hand wrap around my arms just below my shoulders and I still fight him back, kicking and flailing my arms around. I go to yell at him and his forehead rests against mine. I push my head away from the wall in attempt to get him off me but he does it again. My fight starts to die down and our noses are less than inches apart. I can feel his breath on my face and feel the rise and fall of his shoulders. I close my eyes and wait for his words to spew at me. But they don't come and we stay silent for what seems like forever. I angle my head and kiss him so gently it could have been a whisper. He barely responds so I try again and this time he kisses me back. Before I realize what's happening his hands move from my arms to my waist and then down to my ass. I feel him grab me and hoist me up so I follow suit and wrap my legs around his waist. My hands immediately go to his bare back and I dig my nails in knowing it will leave red marks by morning. He kisses me with all the passion and anger and jealousy that are usually in his words. And that's when I remember why I don't leave him: he's crazy, hell I'm crazier, but he's mine.
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