*few days later*
All I've been doing is sitting here...
Trying to escape all of the emotional pain I'm in.
I've cried so much, that my eyes hurt. But I still continue to cry through the pain.
Will has stopped in here in the past few days. He has tried to give me something to eat, but I refuse to. I don't even have the urge to eat. I'm just sitting here lifeless, staring blankly into space.
My door opens and slams against the wall, creating a loud noise. But, it doesn't even startle me.
"Mari, you're gonna eat goddammit!" Will shouts at me with a bowl of oatmeal in his hand.
I don't respond to him, which infuriates him even more. But too bad I don't give a shit.
Will slams the bowl of oatmeal on my dresser so hard that I think the bowl might break.
"I know you can fucking hear me Mari," he growls directly in my face. I still don't respond and just continues to stare off into space. Will grabs my wrist with a deathly hold and jerks me. "Fucking look at me," he growls.
I finally give in and look at him in eyes that are currently filled with anger. "Don't fucking touch me," I growl through my teeth.
"Oh? So you can speak now huh?" he says before chuckling.
"Get the fuck out," I mumble to him. "I don't want you here."
It's true. He's the last fucking person I wanna see right now.
Will grabs my wrist even tighter, and I know his tight hold will cause a bruise to form. "What did you say?" he growls at me.
"You fucking heard me," I spit at him. "Get. The. Fuck. Out."
Will chuckles at me and grabs my injured hand from earlier, and squeezes it so hard that I cry out in pain. "You won't talk to me that way," he growls. "You will learn to respect me Mari."
"You lost my little respect for you when you brought me back to hell with you," I say through the pain. "Fuck you."
Will drops my hand and I keep a solid face while looking at him in the eyes. "Oh little Mari," he says. "You were gonna come back eventually. Besides, this is what you get for betraying the family name," he says before stepping away from me. "I'm actually being nice to you," he growls. " You better be lucky that dad isn't alive to see you right now," he laughs. "He would do much worse than this to you."
"And how do you know this?" I ask before raising my eyebrow at him.
"Because I've seen it. And trust me, you wouldn't want any of that to happen to you."
"It's probably better than being stuck here with you," I say before rolling my eyes. "Why can't you stand for me to be happy?" I ask. "You just love to fucking ruin my life don't you?"
"That's not my intention Mari," he says. "I'm just protecting you."
"Well you're protecting me a little bit too well."
Will chuckles at my remark. "Well that means I'm doing something right then."
"Ha," I say sarcastically before rolling my eyes.
Will picks up the bowl of oatmeal and smirks at me. "Eat this, and I will leave."
"No you won't."
He's just trying to tell me what I wanna hear.
"I promise Mar."
Do we have to go over this again? Him calling me fucking Mar...
"Fine," I say before sighing.
Will hands me the bowl of oatmeal and I take a spoonful of it, and place it in my mouth. I swallow, despite the urge of wanting to throw up.
"Good," Will says. "Continue."
I take another substance of the horrible, revolting substance. I end up finishing the whole bowl as fast as I can so Will can get the fuck out.
"See, it wasn't that hard was it Mar?"
His nickname for me makes me scrunch my face up in disgust and Will lets out a small chuckle before walking out of my room.
I lay back down and curl myself into a little ball and I instantly begin to think of Zayn.
What is he doing right now?
Probably hating my fucking guts...
Or maybe he has moved on to another girl.
Maybe I was just another girl he wanted to fuck, like Will said. But, he called me a whore, which I'm not.
He never loved you.
The thought of that sickens me.
Him kissing someone else...
Him holding another girl in his arms and cradling her...
I'm about to be sick.
I run to the bathroom as fast as I can and lean over the toilet before vomiting all of the contents I had in my stomach.
I don't like it one bit, but it makes me feel like I'm ridding myself of everything that is bothering me right now.
I hurl one last time and flush everything down the toilet. I look at myself in the mirror and my usual brown eyes are blood shot and have bags underneath them.
Very attractive huh?
My hair has lost its natural shine, and looks dull and fuzzy.
I never thought it would hurt this bad ya know...being away from Zayn.
Who would have ever thought I would have fell for him?
All I want is for this pain to go away. That's all I really want...
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