Lies Of Lovers

"Do it!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I couldnt take it any more. The constant fear, the constant hurt!



"I apoligised when it was my fault! Now its your turn!" he yelled back at me. We were in the kitchen. The table was flipped over and one of the legs broken off. It was a shame honestly, that was a nice table. At least four holes in the wall, three of which being the shape of his fist the other the shape of my head where he had smashed my head through the wall.



"I wasn't even doing anything! I told you! I was saying goodbye!" I yelled stomping my foot and storming through the kitchen door way to the living room where the couch had been shoved against the wall when Mariku had chased me into the kitchen.



"Bull shit!" he yelled lunging at me arms out-streched in a claw like position, ready to pin me to the ground.



I side stepped quickly, using what little brains that hadnt been knocked out of my head, and ran to the back door while he was still getting his footing back from the lunge.



The back door in sight I almost cried out in joy as my hand grasped the handle, only to soon to be hopeful. 



A yelp of pain came from my lips as his hands grasped my hair pulling me back into the room not caring if I was being dragged or actully walking.



Releasing my hair he deposited me in the middle or the room running his hands through his hair pacing quickly in the door way, my only escape.



I watched him pace afraid of what he would do but not showing it.



Mariku turned to me with tears pooling in his eyes.



"Malik..." he whispered coming closer to me carressing my cheek with his hand in an apologetic way.



"Dont touch me!" I screamed slapping his hand away from me and shoving him, pinning him to the floor. "Dont fucking touch me!" I screamed hitting him everywhere I could, face, chest, stomach, anywhere and everywhere.



"Get off me!" he yelled wrapping his arms around my waist and pushing forward, effectivly running me into the coffee table, half on it half off. That was really gunna hurt in the morning.



I strugled under him, kicking and thrashing as he pinned both my arms above my head.



"Just gunna stand there and watch me burn?!" I scream thrashing harder.



He snarled at this throwing my across the room. I landed face first against the hard wood flooring.



"Thats fine." I whispered raising myself onto my elbows. His heavy foot-steps rang louder than my words.



"I like the way it hurts." I whispered before he raised his foot and brang it back down hard on my ribs. I think I even heard one crack, but I wasn't sure. I'd have to check later.



Planting his feet on either side of my torso he grabbed my hair and pulled it up making me lift my head.



"So tell me Malik...Will you ever see Bakura again?" he growled.



"I already told you! Hes just a friend!" I muttered as he yanked my hair again.



"Will you?!" he growled pulling my hair at such an angle that it was even more painful than it was before.



"N-no." I gasped. Was it this hard to breath before?



"Good." He praised releasing my hard letting my head drop hard on the floor.



I moaned in pain holding my head as Mariku smirked down at me.



Scouping me up into his arms, Mariku carried me to our bedroom.



"Good boy," he cooed over and over stroking my hair again and again.



I moaned in pain again and turned into his body, not crying but almost to the point where I didnt care if I did or not.



"It's okay, baby, Imma make it all better." He cooed as he laid me on our bed.

King: no lemon in this chapter because I didn't write it that way. What you all think though :D