Blythe Monday morning

"Is this really necessary?" I asked covering my eyes, while Amora shuffles around the kitchen. "Yes, 100 percent necessary. You almost killed yourself."

Amora is hiding any sharp objects away from me and if I need to use a knife I have to ask her. "I don't see the point of this," I said leaning against the wall.

"Of course you don't, your eyes are covered." Amora laughed moving my hands then kissed me. "Haha very funny." I smiled looking around.

"What if I need to cut the crust off my sandwich?" I crossed my arms as Amora shrugged. "I'll do it for you."

"Cut a piece of paper?"

"I'll do that too."

"What about... Yeah, I got nothing else." I scoffed rubbing the back of my neck. "Exactly, so that's one more reason for you to just sit back and do nothing." Amora poked my nose before lifting up my shirt.

"We have to change your stitches." She said looking up at me. "I can do it myself." I slapped her hands away then pulled my shirt back down. "You don't even put a new roll of toilet paper on, what makes you think you can change your own stitch." She grabbed me by my shirt dragging me up the stairs.

"You stab yourself once and nobody trusts you, just ridiculous." I joked laying down on my back lifting my shirt halfway.

"It's not that I don't trust you, it's because you totally flipped a switch and I didn't know what to do."

That is pretty true, I didn't even know I stabbed myself until it was too late. I barely remember grabbing the knife. "Just come to me if you think you're gonna lose it or something."

"I'd rather come for you." I smiled staring up at the ceiling. "I bet."

"All done." She grinned pulling my shirt back down as I sat up. "I can do these things myself you know." I'm not gonna lie and say I don't like having things done for me but jeez.

"Why are you so stubborn?" Amora asked getting on her side of the bed. "Call it what you want."

"You never finished telling me about your life before me."

"Yeah, I don't think that's a good idea." I sighed stretching out in bed. "C'mon, we already started." Amora smiled looking at me.

"I'm not understanding why you refuse to kill her."

"She's always asking you for the impossible."

"And she's alive because of what? You'' love' her oh please. Your father loved your mom now look at them."

"What else do you want to know?" I grinned.

"What was your last relationship like?"

Oh brother.

"Her name was Erin, I was 15 and she was 20, yes I am aware of the age gap. I was young and wanted to get away from my parents, I hated my life at the time but she made it somewhat better. We were on and off, she'd always cheat on me and I would think it was my fault."

"I'd let her do whatever she wanted with me, even if I didn't like how it sounded. If I didn't say yes she would still do it. I thought being with someone older than me would be cool but it wasn't." "She forced me to do things, touch me in places I've never been touched. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't tell her no."

"I'm sorry you went through that," Amora said cuddling into me.

"As I got older I realized what she was doing was wrong, and I had no business with her. One day I couldn't take it anymore, I was tired of her abusing me, touching me when I didn't want to be touched, pushing me away when I needed her the most."

"Did you leave her?"

"No silly, I killed her." I chuckled closing my eyes. "Her and her entire family, it felt right for the time being until I got caught."

"Wasn't Erin the sister of that girl who visited you in the asylum, I think her name is Victoria." Amora held into me as I nodded my head.

"Bingo," I mumbled. "I told you everything about her, now can we please talk about something else?" I asked rubbing her thigh.

"Umm, what should we talk about?" Amora asked pushing her hair to the other side. "Tell me about you, you want to know all these things about me but I think it's your turn to open up." I smiled scooting up to the headboard.

"Me? There's nothing to know about me."

"Oh yeah there is, you start working at an asylum, invite a crazy person into your house, you used to fuck me every day. There has to be something wrong with you." I said as Amora scoffed.

"I'm not exactly damaged goods, I have some issues here and there but it's nothing a couple of rounds can't fix."

"No bad girlfriends? No nothing?" I asked.

"One bad girlfriend but that's all in the past."

"Two can play that game," I said grabbing her wrist looking at her watch. "There is no game." Amora laughed looking at me.

"Oh, but there will be." I smiled.

"Yeah, whatever."

I got up, slowly stretching. "Where are you going?" Amora sat up against the wall. "Work," I said plainly stepping out of my sweatpants. "Why? Just stay for a little longer."

"Nope," I said nonchalantly. "Well, what time are you coming home?"

"Never." I smiled putting on a white shirt. "Should I wait for you?" Amora said lowly, getting out of bed.

"Why would you wait for me if I'm not coming home?" I chuckled zipping up my jeans. "I'll see you later."

I said before putting on my jacket. "No kiss?"

"Not until you tell me what I want to know." I grinned looking into her eyes. "Things aren't gonna be easy for you until you tell me, so you can hold out on me for as long as you want." I pinched her cheek before leaving.

I'm doing exactly what she did to me when I refused to tell her my past. Like I said earlier, two can play this game.

Amora Monday night

"Hi, handsome." I cheesed opening the door for Blythe. "Mhm." She said brushing past me. "We say hello in this environment." I cleared my throat as Blythe raised an eyebrow.

"Hello."

"Come here, please." I signaled Blythe over to me then patted a spot on the couch. "What can I do for you?" Blythe asked unzipping her pants then folded them.

"I missed you." I placed my hands on her face while getting in her lap. "I missed you too, beautiful." Blythe sighed throwing her head back.

"Really? Because you sure were happy to leave me this morning."

"No hard feelings?" Blythe said before yawning. "No hard feelings," I said softly, kissing her neck up and down. "Amora, come on man I'm tired." Blythe smiled as I pulled her shirt over her head.

"I don't care." I bit my lip before kissing her jawline then her lips. "This what you did to your other girlfriends when they said they're tired?" Blythe asked staring at me.

"Excuse me?"

"Is this what you do to your other girlfriends? Pretty sure you heard me the first time."

Why am I being harassed about my relationships in the past? "Is this your little 'game'? I scoffed getting off of her.

"It's whatever you want it to be, beautiful."

"Suck my dick." I rolled my eyes throwing up my middle finger. "Only if you suck mine first."

Who brings up a past relationship out of nowhere? This counts as harassment, I don't care if I'm being dramatic.

"What? Now you don't want to fuck me?" Blythe rested her hand on my thigh as I shook my head. "What? Now you're not tired?"

"No, I'm horny, so finish what you started." She grabbed my hand dragging me out of the living room and into the bedroom.

"You can take care of that yourself, can't you?" I got in bed laying down on my back. "Come on, you're the one who did this to me," Blythe whined changing out of her work clothes.

"Doesn't mean it's my problem."

"Whatever."

"Umm is there a fucking problem?" I asked as Blythe got in bed pushing me against the wall. "Nope, just going to sleep."

"Well can you move?!" I said facing the wall. "I can't lay down." I groaned trying to push her with my shoulder. "Doesn't mean it's my problem," Blythe mumbled slamming her back into me.

"Stop being a bitch."

"If I'm a bitch then I'm the baddest bitch," Blythe uttered. "Goodnight."

All this because of what? Some girl I won't tell her about?

— Tuesday morning

"You act an ass all night now you want me to hold you?" I said under my breath wrapping my arms around Blythe. "I'm sorry." She mumbled, lifting up her face wiping her cheeks.

"Why are you crying at 7 in the morning?" Not to be rude or anything but the day barely started. "I'm not crying. I'm fine."

"I wasn't trying to be rude, it was just a simple question." I sighed as Blythe sat up. "Yeah, whatever."

"Would you like to tell me what's wrong?" I scratched my head before turning on the tv. "Would you like to go fuck yourself?"

"Every day you have an attitude, at this point, you're past crazy. I say one thing to you and you get all defensive." I'm tired of not knowing what to say to Blythe, every little thing upsets her.

"Then submit me." She looked me dead in the eyes. "I don't see what's holding you back, it's clear your life was much better when I wasn't in it."

"Blythe, that's not what I meant." I sat up rubbing my eyes. "No, that's exactly what you meant. I tell you all these things about me and it's clear you're starting to see me differently."

"I don't like being called crazy, I've been called that all my life and the last person I expected to call me that is you. If you want to submit then do it, you'll be much better off without me."

"Blythe, you know I didn't mean anything like that."

"I'll see you later." She waved goodbye then closed the bedroom door.

I don't want to submit her! I'm just saying that Blythe is over sensitive! I don't know how to talk to her, and it's killing me.

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