hey look it's chapter 100 here you go have a long(ish) one

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I gulp and agree, nervously.

After hanging up, I walk to the door and grab my coat.

Whilst I'm walking to Dean's house, I start to think; I love Dean, I really do. We both love each other. He can just get a bit... aggressive... sometimes. But I can't ever leave him because then I'd have nobody; I'd just be the loner that gets picked on and beaten up.

Once I reach his front door, I knock and step back a little, putting my hands into my pockets.

I hear some movement from behind the door, before being met with my boyfriend's face.

"Hey love," he smirks, giving me a quick peck on the lips.

"Hi..." I reply, nervously. I guess you could say I've started to become a little bit afraid of him... But, that's normal in a relationship, right?

"Come in," he smiles, opening the door wider.

I step inside the hall, silently thanking him.

"So..." he whispers, seductively, placing him hand around my waist and breathing on my neck, "What do you say we take this up to the bedroom..."

"I - I, um, Dean...  You know I'm n-not, like, ready for - for that yet." I manage to stutter out.

"Phil," he gives me a stern look, "You said you would be soon." He starts to walk towards me and I back against the wall, hitting my head on the brick surface.

Tears start to come to my eyes; this has happened before. Actually, it happens a lot now.

"No - No, Dean, please! I just -" he interrupts me by grabbing the front of my shirt and shoving me onto the wall. I sink down into the ground, my head throbbing.

"Do you not love me? Is that it?" he shouts.

His face looks is distraught and I feel sympathy for him. I'm just being stupid and pathetic; it's not his fault. "I'm sorry, I'm an idiot. Of course I love you," I plead.

He holds out his hand, to lift me up, and I take it. He looks at me with that stern look, once again.

Bringing his hand up, he slaps me across the face. I flinch a little, but I guess I'm kind of used to it.

"That's for being an idiot."

He slaps me again.

"And that's so you don't ever do it again. Do you hear me?"

I don't answer him and slightly nod my head.

"I said, do you hear me?!" he shouts, slapping me once more.

"Y-yes," I choke out, tears still rolling down my cheeks.

"Good. Now where did we leave off?" he smiles, kissing up my neck and across my jawline.

I moan a little; it feels nice...

But, why do I feel like this isn't consensual?