"Get out." I whispered. He might as well have slapped me. He knew what would hurt me the most and that's why he said it. I wanted him out. Away from me.

"What?"

"Get. Out." Raising my head back up at him I felt the tears burst. They fell like drops of acid, burning the skin it fell on. His face softened, realizing what he'd done.

Gally's Point Of View:

"Y/n I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it I swear." She was crying again, not little tears. The kind that escalated to couldn't breathe tears. Like that one night. I approached her, attempting to comfort her with a hug. Tell her I didn't mean it. She swatted my hands aside, pushing me away.

"Don't touch me!" Her eyes were wild. Treating each touch from me like a slice from a sword. I
stopped and took a step back, just wanting to stay.

"I'm sorry-"

"Get out! Put your fucking shirt on and get out!" I slipped my shirt back on and put a hand out to soothe her.

"Just calm down-"

"Don't tell me to calm down!"

"Can we talk about this, come on." I begged, y/n only cried harder. Tears of hot rage melting down her face. "I take it back. I love you! I'd never-"

"I hate you." She spat, stalking toward me.

"You don't mean that."

"I. Hate. You." Each word hit me harder than any fight I'd been in, digging into my chest to tear out my heart.

"You told me you loved me." My voice stupidly cracked, shattering into shards of glass.

"I lied." She hissed. "I take it back. I could never ever love you!"

"Please...Y/n I'm sorry."

"Leave!" They shouted, trying to push me towards the door. "You're disgusting and I never want to see you again! Ever!" I didn't budge, which just made them angrier. "Leave!"

"I love you." I said firmly, holding my ground.

"Go. To. Hell!" With one last push, y/n gave up. Beelined over to the door, slamming it loudly behind her. Leaving me there. The makeshift curtain blew crazily in the wind.

I stooped over, lifting the curtain to see them running raggedly towards the homestead. Their nightgown like a sail on a ship. I could hear the faint sound of their cries, each one causing me physical pain.

I fucked up.

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Y/n's Point Of View:

I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. Replaying those four words in my head.

"Because you're a whore."

I hated him. I hated him so God Damn much. He was a liar. A fucking liar.

"Told me he'd never hurt me." I choked out. "Fucking liar." Using a key I had swiped I jammed it into the closets lock. With a little click I swung the door open. Seething and ready to come back to my old home. Shutting the door was the official start of my rampage.

First I started off with the books on one of the shelves. Chucking each one at a bare wall, throwing any spare thing I could find from the table. Each object thudding against the wood until I threw something a little different...

Glass burst into a million pieces as it made contact with the wall. Fuck. Couldn't I do anything right?! With a strangled cry I pressed my head against the bookcase. Sliding down into a crumpled ball. Holding myself as I rocked back and forth. The words echoing in my head.

I trusted him. I thought Gally was different. Special. I thought he really loved me. You're not supposed to talk to people you love like that. It was against the rules. Why did he have to go and do that? Why?!

Every part inside me ached. My ribs removed so with each weep my heart felt like it was being stabbed. Over and over and over again. Air becoming a delicacy as snot ran its way down my face.

TW: Negative Self Talk

What if it was my fault somehow. I couldn't see how but that didn't stop the bad thoughts from crashing into my skull. Worthless. Lazy. Stupid. Idiot. Ruin every good thing. Fucking Bitch.

"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid." Tear after tear was shed, the nails digging into my arm didn't stop them. "Why?!" I was interrupted by a pool of light, washing over me. The door closing softly shortly after. The persons footsteps grew nearer till they stood directly on front of me.

Zart crouched down, taking a seat next to me.

"You're crying." He mumbled, staring at me. I tried to stop in his presence but I physically couldn't. I couldn't stop. Lurched over as I continued. Pathetic whimpers escaping, I squeezed my eyes closed. "What's wrong?" A hand placed itself on my shoulder. "It'll be better once you say what's wrong. Just tell me."

I couldn't speak, so instead I buried my face in his shirt. Using him for comfort. He held me as I tried to stifle the tears. Zart's arm cradled around my torso.

"Shhh." He whispered, brushing his hands through my hair. "What's wrong." It was his fault wasn't it. Yet here he was holding me, with patience. Zart had never called me anything horrible.

"I told Gally-" I said through salty gasps. "About how you kissed me when we got into a fight." Zart pulled away slightly. I didn't blame him. I'd placed a death sentence on his head. He had every right to be worried. "And he said something awful." He pressed me closer to him now. Ignoring any future dangers.

"What did he say?"

"He said that it happened because I was a whore." A fit of tears muffled my speech. Zart rocked slightly to quiet me.

"It happened because it was my fault, okay y/n. Not yours. I couldn't take a hint. I'm sorry." He soothed. "I shouldn't have been like that to you at the bonfire. I was just stupid and sad and mad and I snapped at you. I'm sorry."

I had been deduced to a sniffle. His words and touch consoling me. With impulse quicker than a snap of the fingers, I lifted my head. Pressing my lips on his cheek.

"There, now we're even." My voice warbled itself back to normal.

"Yeah." A small smile slowly spread up his face. "Now we're even."