>>2595918Why? Why won’t you ever fight back? These thoughts plague my mind everytime i drive my fist into your skull or injure your face with my claws. It pains me as much as it does you but i had no choice. I’m such a horrible person aren’t I? Your own wife, taking out her frustrations and stress on her poor defenseless husband in order to keep up her own image of positivity and kindness towards her audience. If only you’d notice too, how my ears lower in sadness each time I add a new bruise to your already broken body. Or how close I am to breaking down in bed as I lay next to you and you embrace me despite the atrocities I have commited on you just a few hours prior.
I never meant to take it this far. Never in my life would I ever want to hurt you so badly as to send you to the hospital. It was a particularly stressful day. Dance lessons were especially hard as I kept thinking of how you were doing and it kept fucking with me each time I think of you tending to your wounds at home. Streaming was worse as those obnoxious viewers of mine kept on claiming me as their wife. No! I’m yours! Only yours! Declared my mind as I responded with the obligatory “ No wife, Friend!” to my annoying but important viewers. I never liked using alcohol as an escape but just once couldn’t hurt right?
It was half past midnight by the time I reached home. What greeted me was not empty silence but it was you. You actually stayed up this late just to greet me? I could not believe it. After all this time I have been nothing but cruel to you and yet you still show me this kindness? My drunken mind could not believe it. No, it refused to believe it. All I felt at the same time was pure anger, in fact, I believed this was all just to mock me. You stayed up this late just to show off how free you are right??? How you won’t ever have to work to earn money with me as your wife. My fists clench as I stared at you, my blank teal eyes stare straight into yours as I drive my fist into the side of your face. Your body flew across the hall and crashed against the countertop, your head being the first to make contact with the edge of it.
