1 Taylor Moore

"We're over," Taylor calmly exclaimed, laying out screenshots onto the wooden table in between her and her boyfriend.

"What? What the hell are these?" He picked one of them up and looked over the paper quickly before looking back up her in confusion.

"Don't you dare act stupid, you know exactly what those are." the frustration was starting to seep into her expression. "How could you do this to me? After all I've done for you-"

"Baby no, we've talked about this," He walked around the table, reaching out his arm to stroke her shoulder. Taylor slapped his hand away.

"Don't touch me," her voice was tight and angry. "Why did you do this, Adam? Was I not good enough for you? Did I not fit into your stupid fantasies?" Tears started to fill her eyes.

"Tay, come on, this is ridiculous. Let's watch a movie and order some food," Adam placed his hands on her shoulders and he looked into her eyes with a toxic love.

"No, fuck you. I'm not doing this with you again. We do this every time. Stop bullshitting me! Not only do I have these, everyone has been telling me you've been fucking her," ripping herself from his grasp, as the tears started to trickle down her soft cheek. "You're a fucking liar!" Taylor yelled. Adam grabbed her firmly by her shirt, pulling her just enough for her feet to leave the ground. Fire seemed to shoot from his eyes, steam coming out of his ears.

"Never raise your voice to me again, and do not call me a liar," he held her there for a good couple seconds. Taylor was trembling, she felt so small, so weak. He let her down with a shove and snickered. "And even if I was, you think you'd actually find anyone else better than me? Come on, no one else would be able to deal with this psychotic bullshit!" Adam grabbed the screenshots and ripped them all up into pieces, then threw the pile of paper at her. It all drifted to the floor around her. Taylor looked down in defeat, this had happened a thousand times before, she always lost. "Pick it up, then get out, I can't even look at you right now. How could you think that… That I, of all people, would do this!? You're fucking insane! Don't even bother coming back, because you're right, we're over. I'm done dealing with you," He rubbed his forehead in frustration.

"No… I'm sorry… Please don't leave me… I need you," She looked up and her green eyes met with his brown ones. "P-Please…" Her body shook in sadness and fear. He sighed, running his hands through his short black hair.

"Fine… Come here," he gestured her over for a hug. She slowly walked over and then wrapped herself in his warm yet freezing embrace. She looked up and their lips met, soon their soft kiss became more passionate and lustful. The rest of their night was filled with regretful sex, just like the dozens of nights before. Taylor tried to tell herself that this was normal, that it was her fault, that it has always been her fault but… Deep down, she knew that this was all wrong.