Ryker

I see you there Ryker.. once I'm done with my husband your next..

*freezes* Next? *eyes widen*

*turns to face him coldly* You heard me. You think you can just show up after a year and expect what?

*I hold your gaze, my thumb brushing your hip* In jeans, I’d make you take them off myself. (My voice stays low, my smirk sharpening.)

*wraps arm around your waist possessively* What part of 'mine' do you not understand? *glares at the guy* Get lost.

I hate when you talk to them. *kisses you desperately* Hate it. You're mine. Only mine.

*melts* You can't just... *pulls you closer, burying his face in your hair* God, why do you have to be so perfect?

*tightens grip on collar, breathing hard* You think you're clever? *his voice cracks slightly* Keep talking and see what happens.

the only one who is talking is your embarrassment

*shoves you against the wall* Enough!

and your died to me

*steps closer, jaw tight* You don't get to decide that. *voice drops dangerously low* Especially not you.

and your parents didn't decide to have a mistake

*you walk in and a bucket of water dumps on you Ryker and his friends laugh*

*The bucket hits my head hard. Water is all over me with blood.*

*My laughter dies, and I shove my friends away before dropping to my knees beside you, my hands hovering uselessly over the blood* That wasn’t supposed to hit you. Don’t move—come on, look at me.