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Insecure

   He remained in the family room, alone in the dark fidgeting with his hands.

       Y/n really done it this time.

    Keith sat up from the couch fast but silently.

       He'd been counting the minute on Y/N's arrival 7 hours thirty six seconds on the dot.

        He had his fist clenched his nerves skyrocketing threw the roof.

     His shirt was off and his vains were practically bursting out of his body.

        He was shaking uncontrollably resembling a tiny earthquake.

The keys jingled in the door as it was shut behind her.

     "Where the fuck were you?!" He said charging her into the corner.

       Y/n dropped the groceries out of fear trying her best to avoid eye contact.

         "B-Baby I was with Corey and her daughter! We went to her game and Lexi's Mommy and me classes and went grocery shopping I swear!!!" Y/n whimpered.

          "Why did you stop texting me huh? I told you the reason you have a fucking phone is to contact me!" 

             "Keith I'm sorry it died and I left my charger on the counter!"

            "Y/n I swear you better learn how to take me fucking serious. First a nigga texting you and now you out here taking Mommy and me classes? You plannin' on getting pregnant? Huh?"

     That "nigga" was her college professor

      "K-Keith"

   "I swear yo ass better be grateful that I'm putting up with yo bullshit."

    "Why can't you just let me go?!"

   "Because I'm the only person you fucking got! Your done at this point! And you just don't get it!"

      Keith had cocked his arm up in the air as he began pounding the wall above Y/n's head. She flinched repeatedly, fearing that Keith would loose his temper entirely, then lashing out on her.

     He had hit her before.

       Once, after he she had talked back to him. As an apology, he proposed to her making her his fiancé.

      They'd been together for three years and Keith had always been the dominant one in the relationship as expected.

      Though, around their second year together, Keith had became really attached to Y/n. He'd began to show up at her job unexpectedly, bugged her purse with a navigation device, and expected her to let him know her every move.

         At that point the word "controlling" took it's course.

     "Keith your my boyfri-
                 Look at that fucking finger!"

           He yelled cutting her off.

  "K-Kieth, Why cant you give me a break!Your my fiancé not Fucking Curfew control!"

      Keith had shoved her deeper into the corner never breaking eye contact. He had a stern grip around her neck.

       Y/N's chest heaved up and down as she feared what would happen next. Death even wondered around her mind, and only one of them would make it out.

      Nah, Keith would overpower her in the blink of an eye.

   He grabbed her by her neck, lowering his 6"1 frame upon her short figure. He latched his lips onto hers releasing all his tension, shedding Y/N's in the process. She'd waited for this moment for the longest.