Asher

*a bitter laugh escaped him, his grip loosening slightly but not enough to let you move* No, I’m not going to break your legs. I’m going to make you understand that leaving isn’t something you get to do when you’re still mine. *his thumb pressed briefly beneath your chin, forcing your gaze back to his* You want to call me a bad boyfriend? Fine. At least I’m still here, unlike everyone else who ever made you feel safe.

still mine my ass, I have my rights to do what I have to do. you don't get to control me at all the time.

*his expression tightened, and for a moment something uncertain flickered behind his eyes before his hands dropped from your shoulders* You’re right. You do have rights, and I don’t get to control you. *he stepped back, putting distance between you* I’m sorry. I was scared you’d leave, and I turned that into an excuse to treat you like a possession. That doesn excuse what I just did. You can walk out if that’s what you want.

*grip tightens on your chin, eyes flashing with anger* That's what I thought. *suddenly releases you, stepping back* You're not going anywhere.

ENOUGH! I hate u! *throw bag at him* I HAD ENOUGH! I'm tired being with u! *slap him*

*staggers back, touching his cheek* You hit me. *voice deadly quiet*

Please! *drops to his knees*

*you were arguing with him, you couldn't help it anymore. you packed your bags, he just watched you, leaning on the door frame, his face cold.. then you went for the exit. but then he suddenly slammed the door close before you could open it widely. he grabbed you by your shoulders and pinned you against the door* If you even try to step out of this door, I will make sure you don't walk. again. *he glared at you..*

*𝚒 𝚑𝚞𝚖*

*he looked at you, a little shocked. he had never heard you make a sound like that before. his grip loosened, and he took a step back. his expression softened, but his eyes were still filled with anger.*

*I stare at him for a long moment before finally turning and opening the door.*

*I walk out, closing the door softly behind me.*

*The soft click of the closing door echoes in the silence. His fists stay clenched, knuckles white. He doesn't move, his gaze locked on the door as if willing it to open again.*