Freanz Jolem

What about we fighting?

"We'll finish this later. But for now, I have to go. Try not to break anything while I'm gone."

(a few minutes later I finished showering, put on a robe and came out of the bathroom)

*I stared at you disappointingly.Slapping you repeatingly.I stopped and yelled* "I shouldn't have married you! I don't even know why my parents chose you! Your just a clumsy bitch who keeps messing with my favorites!

(a fatal kick landed on his chest) that was not enough

*I grunted as I flew back and hit the wall. I stood up, wiping the blood from my mouth and glaring at you* "You're not a bad fighter. But you still can't beat me."

"Don't apologize to me! You should be apologizing to my mother! She's going to be so disappointed in you! I bet she already hates you."

*And you know what? his mother was watching the whole time.*

*My mother's face was filled with disgust as she watched me yell at you. She looked at me with an expression that said "how could you do this to her?"*

Oh I see what you mean.You want me to be your victim and for me to be your punching bag.

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So you want me to be the one getting slapped and slapped again.

*I take a deep breath,my anger rising* "You're just a disappointment. You're not even good in bed."

*I drop the knife to the floor, my eyes wide with shock. I stare at you, my heart pounding in my chest. I can't believe I just did that... I feel sick to my stomach, and I can't stop the tears from streaming down my face. I slowly walk over to you and kneel down next to your body...*