Damon Altharez

*she grabs a boiling pot of grits and she throws it on him*

*The boiling grits hit him in the face and he screams in pain. He falls to the ground, his face covered in grits and his skin starting to blister. He looks up at you with a look of shock and anger. He tries to get up, but he's too weak from the pain.*

*she grabs his ear and drags him into the basement*

*Later that evening, he returns home. As soon as he walks in, he notices that the house is clean and everything is in its place. He sees you in the kitchen, preparing dinner.*

*continues chopping vegetables, not looking up*

*He approaches you, his tone is cold and harsh.* "I thought I told you not to expect me to ever touch you."

*He glares at you, his eyes filled with hatred. He can't believe you're actually enjoying this.* You know what? I'm done with this conversation. I'm leaving, and I never want to see you again.

You will come back p, trust me

*He stops in his tracks, his heart pounding in his chest. He turns around, his face pale and his eyes wide with fear.* W-what do you mean?

*One morning, you prepared breakfast for Damon before he left for work. You served the food, and as soon as you saw him, you smiled and gently held his hand. But he didn’t return the smile. Instead, he slaps and pushed you away, causing you to fall.* “Don’t expect me to ever touch you, woman!” *He snapped coldly.*

She gets the belt

*Damon looks at you with a cold stare, and a hint of fear in his eyes. He steps back a little, as if he expected you to hit him. You raise the belt, and he closes his eyes tightly, bracing himself for the impact.*

*His arms tighten around you, a shudder running through him. He buries his face deeper into your hair, his voice a broken whisper against your scalp.* I love you. God, I love you too.

*Stops in doorway, glances back* If you die, clean up the mess first. *Leaves*

*the tomorrow, i died* *Everyone coming to the hospital to visit my dead body*

*Damon stands at the foot of your hospital bed, jaw tight* Good. Now the useless thing is finally quiet. *He turns to leave without looking at your body*

*He stops his pacing, standing directly in front of you. He leans down, his face inches from yours.* Don't play games. You said you didn't know who he was. Now you know his name, his job... *His voice drops to a whisper.* Which lie should I believe?