Yello! Hi fellow humans. Currently in quarantine so thats fun.

Warnings! ⚠️ cursing, abuse (not to bad tho) might be some trigger moments in this so please read at your own risk!⚠️

Spoiler warnings? Not sure, don't think there are any.

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I walked back into the apartment hearing glass shatter causing a sigh to escape my lips.

Disappointment clear on my face as I shut and lock the door.

"Every time." I breath out, setting my bag down before I confront the man I should be in love with.

"(Y/n) ? What are you doing? Where are you? "

"Ryan, I'm right here."

I heard another crash.

"Where are you?" I ask setting my keys down on the kitchen counter.

"Ryan?"

All I could hear was ragged breaths.

What was he doing?

I walked into the living room to find glass shattered across our carpet in front of the TV.

"What did you do?!" I gasp finding him just standing and staring at it.

"Ryan! Are you even paying attention?" I yell at him.

He's drunk. Again.

His blue eyes trailed up to mine. They were foggy, like he could see what he was doing, but not completely aware.

I looked back down to the glass to find it was the flower vase that my mother gave me before she died.

It was just a stupid flower vase but I couldn't help the tears that rolled down my cheeks.

"You promised." I whispered, bending down to pick up the pieces of the broken vase.

I heard shuffling behind me before his voice was heard. "You know I can't hear you when you whisper, speak up."

"You f*cking promised! Can you hear me now?! You promised you would stop drinking dammit!" Jumping up from the floor I shouted at him jabbing my finger into him chest.

My breaths were forced and ragged, and I was balling my eyes out, but I didn't care. I was furious.

He's had a drinking problem for awhile and when he started to get really bad, we got him help and he said he would never touch a drop of alcohol again. You see what happened to that.

"You know what, yeah I did!" Grapping my wrist he pushed me away from him, "I promised I wouldn't touch it again but what do you expect me to do? Deal with you and not have to get away for awhile?!"

He stomps over to the kitchen.

"Ryan! We could have talked about this! You can always go out with friends but this, this is bullshit!" I screamed at him. His chest was rising and falling at a fast pace. He was mad, but I had the right to be mad too.

He grabbed at his dark brown hair making it more messy than it already was. It almost looked like he had tears in his eyes. Almost.

"Why couldn't we talk about this?" My voice broke into a whisper. I couldn't handle this.

My hands were shaking and just staring into his silver blue eyes just broke my heart even more.

"I don't know."

"How do you not know? Ryan! We've been together for three years! Hell almost four! Our anniversary is next week!" I cried out. How can he not talk to me? Was I that bad of a girlfriend?

His eyes showed no emotion.

"You forgot. Didn't you?" I could tell by the way his face contorted into one of disgust that he did. But he wasn't disgusted by the fact he forgot. No he was digusted in the fact that he was still with me.

"You ass!" I shouted as I shoved him. He stumbled a bit but recovered faster than I expected.

He grabbed my wrists and pulled me to his face. He reeked. The smell of alcohol and sweat.

"Listen here you bitch. Don't you touch me with your little dirty hands you hear me?"

I couldn't recognize this person who talked to me. Ryan would never talk to me like this. He has changed. Changed into someone I don't want any part with.

I struggled to pull my arms away from him only causing him to tighten his grip. That would for sure leave a mark.

"You hear me?!" He shouts in my face making me wince.

I stared into his eyes. I wouldn't back down. "This isn't you." I croaked. Tears still falling from my eyes. I'm sure I looked stunning.

"Oh baby, then you don't know me." He gives me a sick grin before shoving me onto he ground.

I yelp feeling the sting from my bum hitting the cold tile floor.

I stand up quickly before he has the chance to do anything else. This was it. I was done. I couldn't do this, I think in reality; I fell out of love with him, awhile ago.

"We are so done." I spit in his face before spinning around grabbing my phone, keys and wallet. They were the closest things to where I was. I could always come back to get my clothes when he wasn't, well, drunk.

He reached out to me but I was faster. Avoiding his attempt to grab me I made a beline towards the door.

"(Y/n)!" He shouted before I slammed the door and sprinting to my car.

There was only one place I could go, so I started my car and made the trip there.

>Time Skip<

Banging on the door, I started to feel a bit guilty for coming to him at one in the morning.

After about five minutes I sighed and gave up, rethinking my life's decisions.

Maybe I shouldn't be here. I should probably just go to a hotel.

"(Y/n)?"

I spun around seeing Steve in only his joggers, yawning.

"Ah sorry Steve, I should probably go." I smiled and turned to leave when I felt a gentle pressure on my wrist.

Unfortunately I forgot that's where Ryan had grabbed me and I winced feeling the sting of a bruise.

Steve immediately let go.

"Are you ok?" He asked, worry evident in his eyes and the way his lips pulled into a frown.

One look into those baby blue eyes and my heart broke, along with the dam.

Hot tears flow down my cheeks as I try to wipe them away as fast as I could and sniffle.

"(Y/n)"

He pulled me into a big bear hug which only made me sob harder. He kissed my hair and rubbed my back.

After awhile when I could actually speak, he asked what happened. Of course he would, who would come to someone house balling there eyes out at one in the morning without an explanation.

After explaining everything, it was silent.

"Look I'm sorry, I should probably leave." I say about to stand up when he puts a hand on my shoulder.

"No, you shouldn't be alone right now. I don't know exactly how you feel, but I have a bit of an idea. I know I can't say much to make you feel better but what I can do is take care of you. And if that isn't enough, then do it for me. It would make me feel better if your somewhere safe. " right after he said that, he pulled me into a hug.

I smiled and hugged him back.

"Okay. I'll stay. But only if I have Rodger stay in my room." I laughed patting the couch for Steve's golden retriever to jump up into my lap.

He chuckled nodding his head in agreement.

He lightly grabbed my hand giving me a loving look before he turned away and started petting Rodger as well.

Things aren't good, no. But they would get better eventually. It will take some time, but with Steve and Rodger with me, I knew I would be okay.

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Okay, I don't really know what that was ngl.

When writing this I spaced about and just jotted everything down as soon as I thought of this and I don't think I was in a good headspace? So if it seems its all over the place and rushed, that's why.

Word count: 1363