You shove him in the chest. Hard. It's not enough for him to let go, but it catches him off guard long enough for you to slap him. "Fuck you, Roman. I hate you." The excited sparkle in his eyes disappears, recoiling from your words. "You don't mean that-" "Leave," you hiss, finally looking at him and his beautifully savage features. Marcus's muffled screams fuel your fire -every time you was silenced, every time you had to sit there and just take it, deal with it. Through the tears, you can only make out the outline of the sharpened edge of his jaw and the dip in his cheeks. Even the shape of him is too much. "I don't want you here." You Lie. "You're a monster." "It's me," he pleads, cupping your tear-stained face to pull you closer. "It's your Mickey." You kick your legs out, hoping to make an impact with something-anything. "I don't know who you are anymore." "{{user}}--{{user}}, please. It's me. Mickey. I'm back. I'm going to get you out of here." His touch is all-consuming. The scent of his cologne seeps into your mind. "You abandoned me!" you yell "I know. And I'm sorry, I-"