Bleeding Love

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I was miserable when I was with Warren. If he didn't beat me physically, he killed me mentally. I use to be able to bare it, my father hit me once or twice, but usually my mother would stand up for ourselves. I looked at mother and saw how much my father had destroyed her. In the beginning, she would fight back. But towards the end, she was so shattered that all she had left was me and money to leave the hell in which we were living in.

She told me for how sorry she was for marrying such an awful man and how she wished I could have had a much better father. A father who would protect me from anyone that tried to hurt me. I told her it was okay, but she refused. She was in tears and I brought her into a big hug. I didn't realize how much one person could break you, until now.

"I don't know what I did to you that made you want to kill me." I breathed, staring at his gun in one hand.

Warren chuckled, "I was so good to you. For the first two months, I ravished you and treated you like a princess. And what did I get in the end? You wanted to leave me. I just don't get you women. It's like nothing is ever good enough for you all!"

I shook my head, "Warren, you were very kind to me in the beginning, but there was no chemistry left. Maybe there was when we began, but people drift apart. They just don't love each other anymore."

"Mom told me that if someone loves you, they'll keep you forever. That's what she did with my sister." He frowned, I looked at him.

"You had a sister?"

"Yes." Warren rolled his eyes and began to tell me the entire story.

Warren's POV~

It was when I was nine years old. My sister, Amanda finally turned eighteen and wanted to go to college. My mother bought her everything she wanted and treated her like a goddess. Amanda loved my mom very much, but not enough to stay with her.

"Mom, I need to get out of here and start a life of my own. I've been here for eighteen years and it's time for me to explore and go on my own adventure! It doesn't mean I don't love you anymore." She cries, packing her suitcases.

Why was my sister leaving? Mommy always gave her what she wanted. Everything is perfect here.

"You ungrateful brat! I treated you like a queen and this is how you repay me?! You could at least go to college in the state or even better, online! I love you too much to let you go!" Mom screamed, throwing a wine glass at the wall.

My sister, Abby groaned, "Stop. This is why I'm leaving. You're way too attached to me and quite frankly, it's weird and needs to stop. I love you mom, but regular parents let their child go off on their own. I'm leaving now and I'll call you when I get back."

Abby opened the front door and blew me a kiss, but mom refused to let her leave. I heard a gun go off and watched my sister fall to the floor, blood soaking our white rug. I screamed, knowing my sister was dead.

"I'm sorry you had to see that Warren. But, you're sister was not acting like she normally does and if you love someone, you'll keep them forever. Even if it means they're dead. I killed her because I loved her." My mom kissed my cheek and dragged her body into the bathroom.

"My mom was right, don't you see?" I ask, hoping she would understand now.

She belongs to me. The moment Aubrey walked into me the first time we met, it was meant to be. The love was uncontrollable and I know she misses it.

"She- she killed her?" Aubrey stared at me, her eyes blank.

Why was she still fighting her feelings for me?

"Forget it, she's not important. It just shows that my love for you will be forever and so will yours. You love me, admit it. I punished you and now it's time to go home. I'm finished, pet." I dropped my gun and looked at her.

Aubrey's POV~

His mom killed her. She wanted to live her life and never expected her own mother to kill her just because she was leaving. His mother is the reason why he's like this.

"Warren, I don't love you. I never did and I never will. You broke me, ripped me into tiny pieces and shattered me. I built a wall and someone helped me get better. I don't want to be with you and I want you to know its over. You abused me." I said, taking a deep breath and coming to a realization.

He abused me. No one deserves to be abused, not even me. He hurt me and used me for his own good. He had me in his hands, but not anymore.

"You deserved it after the way you act-"

"No! No, I didn't. No one deserves to be abused, Warren." I yell, furious at his statement.

My mother never deserved it.

"It was just me showing my love for you-"

"No, that wasn't love! It was torture. You don't even know what love is." I hissed, pointing my gun at his leg.

"That's it, this is the only way." He aimed his gun at me and we both shot at the same time.

The bullet hit my left arm, sending pain throughout my entire arm. It was on fire and ached from the slightest movement. I bit my lip, trying to deal with the pain. I look over and see Warren holding his side, blooding dripping between his hands.

"You fucking bitch." He gasped, staring at me with rage.

I closed my eyes, grasping my shoulder and trying to keep the blood from escaping. I heard Warren grab his gun and mine was too far. I braced myself for another bullet and heard him pull the trigger.

"Aubrey!" And my vision went white.