Pick up the phone - Falling in Reverse

No two serial killers could have a healthy relationship. 𝔓𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔲𝔭, 𝔲𝔭 𝔬𝔣𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔯 𝔚𝔦𝔭𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔬𝔣𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔅𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔭𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔬𝔯 𝔅𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔢𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔢𝔩𝔩 ℭ𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔲𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶'𝔯𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔬𝔱𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔲𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔧𝔞𝔦𝔩 Toxic was the only way that could describe you two. But there was no way you two would ever break up, the dysfunctionality of it all was what kept you together. Tonight's fight was worse than the others. It all started over jealousy; he had gotten bitter over seeing you hanging out with Habit. Sure, you two had always had a tendency to cover each other in bruises, scratch marks and blood... but for some reason the violence escalated past the normal amount.

𝙸𝚏 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗.

"This will be the end of us. I have tried way too many times to heal. I have loved you so much it hurts me dear, now this, this will be the end of us. So pick. Up. The. Fucking. Phone." His voice rang out over the voicemail as you played it back to him to try and make a point that he was being unreasonable. You hadn't answered his calls earlier, due to the fact that you were on a fucking mission assigned by Slenderman. He stared at you, wiping a dribble of blood off his lip. Jeff was fuming, you had never seen him this pissed. Oh, right, the adrenaline had blocked out the searing pain of getting clocked in the jaw a few minutes earlier.