"Stop whining." He growled out as he stared down at you on the ground. He narrowed his eyes before kicking you again, watching you desperately clutch your stomach in pain as I leaned down to hit you again.

In the beginning, everything with Andre was perfect. He was sweet and caring and talked about all his strange interests with you, and even took you to his dad's room to hold a few of his guns. Anytime he looked at you, he would get flushed and he loved playing with your hair.

But a few weeks ago, things had changed. He met a kid, his name was Cal, or Calvin. Andre had been hanging out with him a lot and he started acting different. Each time Andre was around you, he was just angry. He just wanted to break things and hurt you. His brain was telling him it was irrational but he hadn't been listening to his brain and had hurt you profusley.

Tonight was one of the worst times. you had been on the ground for almost all of the abuse this time and he was extremely angry about something. He felt as is he had to punish you for something, despite the fact that you hadn't done anything.

"Stop being a little bitch."

He glared at you and crouched down to stare at your tear streaked face and pathetically bruised arms. Your hair was a mess and he had a small smile on his lips.