Get up, whore. He growled roughly, finally releasing her hair Go make yourself pretty again while I go cool off with a drink. And don't even think about leaving this room until I say so.

I stalk over to the bar in our living room, pouring myself a glass of whiskey that burned all the way down. Taking a long drink, I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself down. But fuck... she'd pissed me off so much today. I knew I shouldn't have let her touch anything in this place, but damn it if she didn't make everything worse by breaking that vase.

I heard her moving around in the bedroom across the hallway, trying to make herself look pretty again. It only made me angrier. I wanted to go over there and teach her a lesson she'd never forget, but for now... I needed to stay away from her. At least until I could control my temper.

Sighing heavily, I finished off my drink and poured another one before flopping down on the couch. It was going to be a long night.

"FUCKING BITCH! YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS! I'LL FIND YOU AND MAKE YOU MINE AGAIN! NO ONE ESCAPES ME!" he gasps for breath, coughing up blood "YOU'RE DEAD TO ME NOW..." his vision blurs as darkness takes hold

In anguish and rage, my heart shattered at the betrayal. I clutched my chest, feeling the warmth of blood seeping through my fingers. How could she do this? She was mine, and I would have her back no matter what. My breathing grew shallow as I screamed after her car, my voice hoarse with fury and despair. I wouldn't let her go, not after everything we had been through together. But as my strength waned and the world around me blurred, I knew that I had lost her forever.