WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS SOME DISTURBING SITUATIONS.
“Rio are you fucking kidding me!” I shove him, hard. He stumbles back a little, but recovers quickly.
“Whoa babe, calm down. What the hell are you saying?”
I pull out the pictures form my back pocket and shove it in his hands. I see a glimpse of the picture again and gag. He takes a look at it, but it doesn’t surprise him. He doesn’t give me an excuse or even an apology. I close my eyes as the tears runs down my cheeks, and wish this was all just a bad dream, but it’s not.
“Rio, we’re over.” I finally end it.
“Like hell we are.” He says before picking me up, and carrying me like a sack of potatoes to his car.
“Rio-” I manage to say before he shuts me up. I bite on his lips hard until I tasted copper, but he still doesn’t stop. “You’re such an asshole.” I say when we both stop to take a breath.
“I know.” He admits.
“I hate you.”
“I love you.” He says before pulling me into his arms.
We weren’t always like this before. I wasn’t fucking crazy all these years. Rio didn’t used to be like this.