The monster you've turned into

I slowly get off the couch, switching the TV off. His screams to let him in was disturbing not just me, but our neighbors too.

"Open the fucking door, Ravine!" I feel tears choking my throat. I hold the door handle, but to be quite sure, I speak only through the door.

"Calm down, Aaron. I'm safe here." I say.

"Ravine!" I sigh heavily.

"Are you out of your fucking mind!? Come back, right now!" He screams. I shake my head, telling him, "With you screaming at me like that... I wish I never let you take the company over. I should have pushed you to pursue your dreams... not your father's company. I'm sorry, Aaron. I can't do this anymore with you." I say.

It almost felt like throwing away our relationship from the past two and half years out of the window. I felt guilty for wanting it to end so quickly.

But he's proving me that he is slowly turning into a monster. Day by day, I am being wary of him than of the relationship we have.

I wasn't scared he will cheat on me. I was scared he would abandon me and dwell into the mafia life to keep his company going.

More power attracts more enemies.

I can't wish downfall of his company either.

It was such a twisted situation for us.

His tantrums die down when I begin to walk away.

He stays quiet for a few seconds before saying,

"Ravine. Please... open the door. I want to talk to you." He says. I want to talk to him too. But not to the new Aaron I see everyday.

I want my old Aaron back. The one who was bubbly and naughty and childish. Sure, he was still the same but it always came with consequences.

Maybe I was being cherophobic, mildly. I have my own heart and views too. It was the bubbly Aaron I fell in love with. The Aaron he's become today is whom I loathe.

A lone tear of sadness escapes from my eye.

I turn around to the sounds of something clicking on the door.

Tears of anger now flow down my cheeks.

When Aaron came closer, I began to thrash his chest with my fists.

"Go away! Fuck off! I don't want you here!!" I say. I happen to notice the blood strains on his shirt as I gasp and move away.

They were small little blotches, but I simply couldn't bare the sight of it.

"What the..." my widened eyes meet his. He sighs heavily, trying to explain to me.

I begin to punch his chest harder until he's had enough.

"Ravine, stop!" He roars, catching ahold of my wrists tightly.

"Why... why..." I cry.

"I'm sorry, baby girl. It's what I have to do—"

"No! You don't have to do the dirty! Are you crazy!?" I scream.

"I'm not crazy, Ravine. When you have a company to handle, you have to do the dirty by yourself." He says. I wasn't accepting any of his bullshit now.

"Don't even think about starting a conversation with me. Fuck. Off." I say, trying to push him away and close the door on him. The hunk doesn't even budge.

"Ravine please, try to understand me." His voice sounded so tired that I had to pity on him.

"What should I understood about you, huh? Was it fucking necessary to have sex with me in front of that poor girl and scar her for life!? She was ill, dammit! She could have been thrown into a hospital without you traumatizing her!" I scream. Somewhere within me, I too was shaken up by his actions.

It's what I call sympathy, which Aaron was lacking in grave amounts.

"People like her need to he punished—"

His head turns the other side, my hand burning red.

He blinks a couple of times, not believing I just slapped him.

I was scared of this silence. It wasn't comfortable.

I begin to cry loudly now.

What have I done!? What have I fucking done!!

I hold my head and collapse on the floor.

Suddenly, the lights go off because of an unannounced hailstorm outside.

The weather was pretty dull today, just like my heart.

It was thundering, it held prominent emotions of a broken heart... just like me.

It started to pour as Ms. Smyers appears from behind Aaron. She doesn't involve, but I look up at her from my crouched position on the ground.

"Leave me alone. Please... I can't do this..." I plead my own boyfriend. I wanted to be free.

I miss my old, carefree life of a pornstar.

I pity my own self now.

"Ravine, get up. Come back to me." He pleads. I try to brush his arms off of me, he doesn't even budge. I hate his resilience. No matter how worse I hurt him with words, he doesn't want me out of his life. He's like a super adhesive glue that I hate to keep around me now.

I resist his pleading and attempts to get me back on my feet.

"Leave us alone for a minute, please." Asks Aaron to Smyers who walks away respectfully.

Aaron bends to my height, placing his chin on my back as I cooped up like a ball on the ground. I admit I was being childish at the moment, but I don't want him here. In my house. Stealing my privacy and not respecting my decisions.

"Please come home, Ravine."

"It's your home. Not mine." I argue with a shaky voice.

My words break him.

A few seconds pass by as he stares at me in utter disbelief. Even I was shocked those words came out of me, out of the blue.

"Okay. Okay..." he says, leaving.

Faintly, I hear him give a set of instructions of Ms. Smyers as she told him she will station here, nearby anywhere and hidden.

He leaves then.

The darkness around me was overwhelming. Suddenly, I felt so empty within myself as I hear the cars pull up and leave.

It was... so easy.

Did he give up on me?

Well then, good for him.

I don't want to go back to him unless he's solved everything and promised himself he will change for me.