⚠️TW//:Hints of abuse! Please read with caution and comfortability. ——— Parker McGrath. The finest man to walk planet earth was taking ME out to dinner. We'd mostly go different places and end the night in the same exact ways. In his bed. Pushing that aside, our semi relationship has been amazing. He treats me so well and is such a gentlemen.

As Parker drives up in front of the restaurant, he shares some words with the valet before coming over to the passenger side to hold the door open for me. With my free hand I find his cheek and give him a soft kiss as a thank you.

"You look gorgeous," Parker tells me as the valet driver takes his car away. I shook my head at his comment and let my eyes travel on what he was wearing. A freshly ironed white button-up paired with black slacks. Simple but looked perfect on him.

Parker explained to me how he wanted me to be dressed up for tonight's dinner since it's at a fancy steak-house.

"This place looks gorgeous," I say back after his compliment with a laugh. He takes my hand and we walk inside the restaurant. We head downstairs and are met with the workers who go over our reservations plan. "You really outdid yourself," I continued to look over to him.

"Wait til you see what I got you," Parker says back to me. His mouth curves into a smile and his brown eyes have a glistening spark in them. He fixes the cuff on his button up revealing a faint tattoo peeking out.

Once the waiter finished preparing our table, they sit us at a two seater table in a corner with rose petals covering the table. I let out a shocked gasp -while sitting down- at how the mood was perfectly set for our dinner. The entire place was empty just for us. What a man.

"Wow," I say as I admired the entire restaurant in complete shock. I couldn't form any other words until I felt Parker's foot slide against my exposed leg and back to his spot. I look up to already seen him staring back at me. "Don't give me that look," I tell him.

"What look?," He asks. I roll my eyes with him and laugh. A tall waiter comes over to fill our glasses with champagne while offering us the dinner menu.

"Thank you," I say to him as I take a sip from my water glass. The waiter shared a quick "you're welcome," and walks off.

"Liking it so far?," Parker asks me after taking a sip from his water.

"I'm loving it," I answer. "Parker this place is amazing," I continued, fully answering his question.

"I knew you'd love it," Parker starts. "I want nothing but the best for our special night," He continues. Looking back it felt like he wasn't doing it out of courtesy, there was nothing for us to celebrate but he still considered it special.

"Well you're succeeding at making me feel special," I say with a cheeky smile. As I say this, another one of the waiters walk over to our table with a handful boquet of assorted flowers that are covered in light-glitter. "Parker! I cant accept this," I say at the sight. My hand finds my face from shock as I feel happy tears well up in my eyes.

Park takes a stand and takes his champagne in hand. He walks over to my side and holds my hand signaling for me to stand up.

"Y/N...," Parker starts. "From what started as friends blossomed into more. You make me so happy than words can describe and I'm excited for where life takes us," He continues as the waiter walks nearer and nearer setting my bouquet down.

"I feel so loved," I say to him. My eyes start to tear up while I look at the bouquet harder, noticing small details in them. He added all of my favorite flowers to the bone.

"A toast to us," Parker continues. "The first time I ever saw you from afar, I just knew I had to see your beauty up close. I never want to let you go," He ends. With Parker's free hand, he takes mine and gives it a tight squeeze and wink.

Oh how it went downhill from that. ——— "And how is that my fault!," Parker yells at me as I sit down in front of his couch in his lavish apartment. For a man who swears up and down that his parents don't fund him anything or bought him into the top colleges, he sure is filthy rich.

"Oh I don't know," I question myself. "Maybe cause you were the one flirting with her?," I countered back.

"It wasn't flirting! We were just talking," Parker says, wait no, he yells back. Whenever I confront him over something, it's never quiet shared words, it's always yelling.

"Are you being serious," I say with my voice getting raised. I stand up from my spot making his antique expensive glass table shake. "You were just talking? I didn't know just talking included her grinding on you," I say, not believing a single thing he's telling me.

Parker looks over at me and just shakes his head while he scoffs.

"Oh come on Y/N," Parker tells me. "As if we have that serious of a connection," He continues while mocking me.

"So we don't have a serious connection yet you treat me as if I'm your girlfriend?," I bring up.

"Cause you are my girlfriend!," Parker counters. "What are you so angry about?," He asks annoyed.

"I thought we weren't serious?," I ask with a laugh. Parker stops himself from scoffing again as he walks off to pour himself a drink.

I follow after him like a lost puppy as he takes out a glass and his drink of choice. As he sips from his drink he maintains eye contact with me before chucking his glass directly three inches away from my head. The glass lets out a loud thud once it hits his walls and scatters onto the floor.

I jump at the clashing noises and how his behavior changed that quick. Parker walks up to me viciously while I take steps back.

"You have no business on who or what I do," He tells me.

I push his body from me while walking away. He grabs my left arm to pull me back and that same evil look appears in his eyes again.

"You made me do that," Parker continues. He finally lets go of the tight grip on my arm after he receives a phone call. He picks up the -once facing down- phone and answers it.

"I hate you," I say to him as he talks to the mystery person on the phone. He just gives me a smirk as he continues his phone call. I fast walk towards his bedroom, slamming the door behind me.

Instant tears find my eyes as I cradled myself on his bed. I get up again and head for his closet. I open the sleek doors and immediately get my clothes out. I quickly fold them all until I'm stopped by a black box. The box doesn't look familiar but I pull it towards me anyways.

I find that the box has a "press to unlock" button so I do exactly that. Once the box opens up, a scared gasp leaves my mouth. My breathing begins to get uneasy as my hand traces over the objects inside of the box.

There were numerous photographs of me. Photographs of me asleep, when I wasn't looking, out with friends, and even before I met Parker. Anything you could name me doing, there was a photo. A photo of everything.

I creep more inside the box and find items that I thought I lost. I remember visibly going to Parker about losing the items and him practically telling me to get over it. I take a deep sigh blinking the tears away and dug around more. I'm interrupted with the sound of recognizable footsteps so I quickly close the box and push it back to its original spot.

I gather all of my clothes and place them into the nearest bag I see. Parker's door opens revealing him standing in the doorway.

"You're not leaving," He tells me. I pretend I don't hear him and continued to stuff my clothes in the reusable bag. His footsteps move closer to me, making me move faster. I feel his muscled arms wrap around my body and pulled closer to his chest.

"Stop," I say while pushing myself off him. He turns me around so that we're eye to eye.

"I made a mistake Y/N," Parker starts. He makes a lot of those. "Come on baby," He continues while his hands rub my back.

"Parker," I say. His lips find my shoulder and start leaving tiny bites and kisses. I cave in and allowed him to continue. "I can't do this," I tell him. He still moves his lips up more to my neck and then to kiss my lips. My hands explore his body and wrap around his neck as the kiss deepens. Wait I can't do this.

He pushes my body onto the bed and hops on top of me. His hands roam around my stomach and towards my breast. He leans down and removes my shirt.

"Once we're done, make sure to clean up your mess in the kitchen," Parker says to me referencing to the glass he broke.

This is the last time, I promise. The last time I see him and the last time he hurts me. I hope?

"You're not leaving," He repeats again (almost as if he can hear my thoughts) to me before bringing my lips to his for a rough kiss.

Please let this be the last time. ——— i'm just now realizing that they're fresh out of high-school therefore they shouldn't be drinking but let's pretend it's legal😗😗

anywaysss thank you guys so much for commenting, the votes, and over 15k reads!!! i sorta wanted to give a little flashback of how Parker and Y/N's relationship changed and generally how it was so you guys can get a feel on if y'all like Parker or not. (hopefully not lolll)

per usual, if there are any spelling or grammar fixes, please let me know and questions are welcomed!! i'll see you guys next chapter!! 💗💗💗