"Let's break up." His hand flew to slap your cheek. It shot and left excruciating pain there. His eyes were thunderous, his breathing was ragged.

"What can you do without me?" He said almost shouting. Your tears were already flowing, sobbing while holding your cheek.

"No one would love you except me, no one would accept that hoarding disorder of yours but me." He didn't care if he hurts you. All he needed was for you to stay with him.