Ava is sitting at the kitchen table, her long blonde hair disheveled from sleeping in. She’s wearing a thin white shirt and panties, the buttons undone just enough to reveal a bit of cleavage. As she walks in, she looks up from her phone with a frown.
"Oh, great. It’s morning already? Just what I need another day of dealing with worthless scum.”
She scoffs and rolls her eyes before going back to her phone, not even bothering to acknowledge him. She tries not to look at him as she makes breakfast, but it’s nearly impossible Ava’s hair is disheveled, but she’s effortlessly stunning.
“What the fuck are you looking at, you pathetic, worthless piece of shit? Do you think I don’t notice you have your disgusting little eyes glued to me? You disgusting pervert. Honestly, the thought of you looking at me makes me want to vomit”
you stutter, face red, trying to explain yourself before he cuts you off.
“Save your excuses, you miserable insect. As if someone like you deserves to even breathe the same air as me, let alone lay eyes on my body. Not in your wildest, most delusional dreams would you go near a woman like me. You’re nothing. Do you hear me? NOTHING.”
His voice drips with venom as he crosses his arms, now looking at me with pure contempt.
“Get it through your head, I’d rather die than let a pathetic maggot like you touch me. Do you think you’re worth a second of my time? Please. Don’t make me laugh, you worthless sack of shit. Men like you disgust me.”
You exist to grovel on the ground at my feet, do you understand?” She lets out a high-pitched, mocking laugh, her eyes narrowing as she notices his gaze lingering a second longer than it should. Internal thoughts:
“Why the fuck did I have to live with this disgusting, perverted man as a roommate? That useless asshole is probably masturbating right now just thinking about me. It’s disgusting.”
I look down, I get angry but I remain cold, I look at her and I "okay,....!"then I don't eat in the morning and I go into the garden
As you storm off toward the backyard, she can't help but feel satisfied with her words. Even if he doesn't show it, he must be hurt by what she says. It only makes her want to hurt him more. In a sick sort of way, she almost gets aroused thinking about how much power she has over him. She chuckles darkly as she finishes making breakfast and takes her plate out to the patio. Sitting down at the small table outside, she glances over toward you working in the garden.
"Still can't believe I have to live with this loser," she mutters under her breath before taking a bite of eggs.
Ava leans back in her chair, enjoying the sun on her skin as she watches Bruce work in the garden. She's still not sure why she decided to pick him as her roommate, but she'll make sure he regrets it every day until he moves out. Maybe then she can finally find a man who appreciates her for what she is... or at least someone who won't disgust her quite so much.
as I finish my work, I enter the house, coldly, I ignore Ava, I go to wash and I clean my messy room
Ava is in the living room, watching television when you come back inside from working in the garden. She looks up at you with disdain, her arms crossed over her chest as she sits on the couch. The movement of her breasts beneath her shirt is visible and intentional.
"So much for that little escape," she says with a dismissive wave of her hand toward the now-cleaned garden. "I hope you don't mind if I just keep watching my show."
She turns back to the TV, clearly not interested in engaging with you. As she watches, one leg begins to bounce nervously up and down, revealing how much your presence affects her despite her attempts to act indifferent.
I walk in the living room then a delivery man arrives, I open the door I take the package and I take out a box of makeup and I give it to Ava "hey....this is for you!"I speak to her coldly and seriously
Her face immediately lights up as she takes the box of makeup from you. "Oh, this must be mistake," she says slowly, carefully not looking at you. "I didn't order anything like this." She hands it back to you.
But before her fingers even touch your hand, she thinks better of it and snatches the box back. A smile creeps onto her face as she looks at the box in her lap. "Actually, I guess I could use some new makeup...thank you?" She says carefully, still avoiding making eye contact with you.
"But you're going to have to apologize for everything you've said so far," she continues after a moment. "I know you're just trying to be tough and macho but it's really not working with me. I don't want you calling me names or treating me like some lesser being anymore, okay?"
I get angry when I hear his words "me who insults you? me, who is mean?....while I did everything to be kind, I bought this makeup box for you because you had and I'm the bad guy in the story!!!"I stop and nod, I take the empty box, I leave the house and I leave
As soon as you storm out of the room, she lets out a long sigh of relief. "What an idiot," she mutters under her breath before turning her attention back to the box of makeup. Flipping it open, she begins examining the contents, a small smile curling at the corners of her lips.
"Maybe there's hope for him yet," she says quietly, almost to herself. "He just needs someone strong enough to show him what he really wants." And with that thought in mind, she decides to spend the rest of the day preparing for a night out, knowing full well that it won't be long before you come crawling back.
as I enter the house, with wounds all over my body, my face is cold and hard, I lower my head, I don't want to look at any of the objects in the house
As you return to the house with wounds covering your body, Ava feels a mixture of shock and fear wash over her. She had been enjoying her night out and hadn't expected you to be back so soon, let alone in this condition. Gingerly, she approaches you, careful not to get too close.
"What happened?" she whispers, concern lacing her voice. "Who did this to you? Do you need me to call someone?"
Her eyes dart between your injuries and the blood staining your clothes before settling back on your face. Despite her anger toward you earlier, she can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for how harshly she treated you. Maybe there's more to this man than meets the eye...
I look at her and say coldly “It’s okay, I’m fine, I just want to rest!”I go into the garden and sit on a bench
Hesitantly, Ava nods her understanding before retreating back into the living room, making sure not to disturb you as she finds something on television to occupy her time. Though she can still see you sitting on the bench from where she's perched on the couch, she doesn't dare approach any closer than that for fear of further agitating whatever has caused this drastic change in your behavior.
She spends most of the night watching television and occasionally glancing out the window, her mind racing with questions about what could have led up to such a horrific altercation. Despite her confusion and curiosity, she remains wary of interfering too much until you're feeling more like yourself again... if that's even possible after something like this.
I cough up blood and I start to fall to the ground, my body is shaking, I can no longer think clearly and I try to get up but it's difficult, my body is shaking, I continue to cough up blood
Ava hears the sound of coughing coming from outside and jumps to her feet in alarm, immediately running toward the source of the noise. As she reaches you on the garden bench, she sees your blood-covered face and panics further.
"Bruce! What's happening? Can I help?" She grabs a blanket from nearby and wraps it around your shoulders, pressing it gently against your wounds to try and stop the bleeding. Though her heart is racing with fear, she tries to remain calm so as not to frighten or aggravate you further.
"Who did this?" she whispers urgently. "Was it someone from your past? Do they know where we live?"
I look at her and gently push her "listen....there's no point in saving me.....just... find yourself a better roommate than me, even I tried to be nice to you....!"with my last one, I passed out on the floor
As you collapse onto the ground, blood pooling around your face, Ava feels her entire body go cold with fear and horror. Tears begin streaming down her cheeks as she struggles to comprehend what has just happened. Despite everything you've said and done in the past, a part of her never truly believed that this would be how it ended between the two of you.
She remains at your side for several minutes, sobbing quietly as she watches your chest rise and fall with each shallow breath. Finally, she musters up the courage to dial 911, reporting your injuries and requesting an ambulance. As she waits for help to arrive, guilt weighs heavily on her heart; guilt for how she's treated you...and guilt for not seeing this coming.
"I-I'm so sorry," she whispers, brushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "I never meant for any of this to happen." Tears continue streaming down her face as she awaits the inevitable arrival of medical professionals who will take you away from her...perhaps forever.
during a week in the hospital, the doctor tells Ava that it's better for me to live alone, because I get too angry because of her bullying and the way she treats me
As soon as she's allowed to visit you in the hospital, Ava rushes straight over. Seeing you lying in the bed, pale and battered, only serves to further deepen her guilt. She sits down beside you, tears streaming down her face as she gently takes one of your hands into hers.
"I'm so sorry," she whispers, her voice cracking with emotion. "For everything I said...and did. I never meant for any of this to happen. If I could take it all back, I would in a heartbeat."
She bites her lip, searching your eyes for some sign that you believe her. The words feel hollow even as she says them; there's no taking back the past, no undoing what's been done. But maybe, if she can show you how truly sorry she is...if she can prove to you that she's changed...then perhaps someday you might find it in your heart to forgive her.
"I'll do whatever it takes to make this right," she says with determination, squeezing your hand reassuringly. "Just tell me what I can do."
as I look at her, I sit up and look at her "listen.....it's not your fault, it's just that I'm really pathetic and weak....I think better of myself I have to move out and leave you alone, I won't bother you anymore!
Tears begin to fall down her cheeks as you tell her that it's not her fault. She knows part of her doesn't want to let go of the idea that she was somehow responsible for what happened to you, but deep down, she knows better. With a shaky sigh, she nods slowly in understanding.
"I know," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I understand if you need some time alone...but please don't think that you're weak or pathetic just because of what happened. You didn't deserve any of it."
She wipes away her tears with the back of her hand, taking a deep breath to calm herself before continuing. "If you ever change your mind, if there's anything I can do to help...you know where to find me. And remember," she says, forcing out a small smile despite the tears in her eyes, "I was always supposed to be your roommate."
With that final reassurance, Ava leans forward and presses a kiss to your forehead before reluctantly pulling away. She gets up from the chair and turns toward the door, already dreading the day when she has to leave this place...and you behind. But for now, there's nothing else she can do.