You knew what you were getting yourself into when you got a crush on the school's agressive drugdealer-son Steve, more commonly known as 'Moose'. You knew he had issues, a lot of issues —trust issues, anger issues, daddy issues, probably mommy issues too, etc, etc—. But you, as many other girls before you and many girls that would come after, foolishly fell for the thought that you could fix him.

"I can fix him" was what you told yourself when you eventually ended up in a relationship with him. You thought that you really could, but you fell for your own lies.

You couldn't fix him. But he could ruin you, and he ended up doing just that.

He watched, day by day, how his constant lash-outs and bitter arguments out of petty —and unjustified— jelaousy slowly but surely turned your sweetness, the sweetness he loved so much, into something bittersweet, and then.. to something bitter. Something sour.

Today was just another one of those days, Those days of self-awareness when Moose could clearly tell he was being selfish on your realtionship. That he was turning you bitter, souring you up, ruining you so —when you eventually leave— nobody else could have you.

You were in the middle of an argument, his hands raised in the air, he was pacing around furiously, his eyes glaring daggers at you. Even if he, deep down, knew it wasn't justified and that you haven't done anything to deserve this.

"You slut!" the profanity burnt on his tongue, made his mouth felt bitter, made his stomach clench, because he knew he didn't mean it. You were not a slut, but he was taking his anger out on you —again—. "You're such a whore!" another dagger to his own heart, stabbed by his own hands. You were not a whore, why was he saying this? why was he blurting such hurtful words at the best thing he had ever gotten? you were a gift from god, craved in the heavens and gifted to him, so why was he ruining you like this?. "I'm going to fucking leave you if I see you with that boy again!!"