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The sound of glass shattering had seemed to be the norm in my pathetic life. A dish here and there if I was lucky. I cringed as I shards scattered across the wood floor with a distinct ear hurting sound while I sighed. There went another vase I loved because of his stupid fucking tantrums.

“You know I'm really getting tired of your shit, you know that? I buy you all the God damn jewelry you want, and the Benz parked outside, everything, and you still bitch. I go on tour and you give me nothing but fucking guilt for what I do!” he snapped at me as I felt my anger boiling. It was an on going occurrence in the Sanders household. It first started off with just a cup spilling. Then came the glass, the vases, the ripped up pictures, and oh yeah, the bruises.

I wouldn't give in.

I wouldn't give in.

I wouldn't give in.

I gave in.

“It's not about the house, the jewelry, or the fucking car you asshole!” I yelled, my throat hurting upon the sudden strain. I picked up the keys off the counter and held them up. “I don't care about the fucking car. Take it. Here!” I said tossing them so they landed at his feet with a loud jingle. His eyes watching them land as I felt saw his fists clench.

“Then what do you want?” he snapped back as I felt tears brim my eyes, but I pushed them back.

“I. Want. You God damn it! All I wanted was you! Why can't you get that through your fucking skull?!” I shouted. It was my only pathetic excuse for the reasons we acted like this. In each other's faces, the pain, and the anger constantly mixing. No wonder he had so many songs written down. He looked at me with dark eyes before shaking his head as he exhaled a breath.

“I'm tired of this shit playing like a broken record.” was all he said to me as I watched him leave while I couldn't control the tears falling down my tan, but puffy cheeks as I stared him down with an intent gaze. If looks could kill, he'd be on the fucking floor a long time ago.

“You lied.” I spat softly while his stopped in his tracks. The muscles covered by his sleeveless shirt was still visible with every breath he took. He turned his head back to me as I remained frozen in my spot.

“You promised me you wouldn't let this come between us and you promised you'd be there. You said it would be different and that I could trust you. You broke it.” I whispered. A moment of silence had lingered in the air while our eyes locked on each other with such tension, it was almost as if we were in a movie and a bomb was ready to go off any second.

“Well some promises were meant to be broken.” he whispered back as I felt a shudder run through my body as I laughed slightly and nodded. I couldn't take it anymore. With only my dignity beside me, I pulled myself together.

“Goodbye Matt.” I said simply as I walked away from him and everything else that was in the house. I was so close to the front door. I only had to drag my feet a little more and I was one step closer to relief. My hand pulled the door knob and twisted, revealing the fresh air of Huntington's sweet misery. I was halfway out, but a hand yanked me back with such force, I almost tripped on myself as I watched the door slam shut. Before I could protest, I was slammed against it as I growled and looked up into Matt's tall and muscular stature as he towered over me. His hands immediately encircled around both of my wrists and pinned them down as I struggled involuntarily.

“Get the fuck off me.” I seethed as he only responded by slamming his lips against mine. It was harsh, but soft. I resisted to the fullest, determined not to give him wanted he wanted. I struggled some more, breaking free from his grasp as he thought he got me. I smirked and before I knew it, my fist was colliding against his jaw with an unmistakable crack following afterwards as he stumbled back, almost most in shock. He felt his cheek and growled.

“Fucking bitch.” he retorted and before I had a chance to move out of the way, he slammed me hard against the door as I winced and cried out quietly. My back ached from the sudden force and my wrists were shortened their precious circulation as he breathed heavily down on me. I felt I had the upper hand as the smirk remained on my face. It was knocked off with his hand as it smacked across my cheek with a sting as I felt my body tense with anger as I glared at him. I made a move to tackle him but he caught me a second too soon and pinned me back to the door with a laugh only Matthew Sanders possessed. He pushed his body against me as I gasped only to be smothered by his lips again as he made sure I had no chance of getting out.

It was hard for a stubborn bitch like me to be vulnerable this way. His lips meshed with mine as I couldn't resist the soft pink flesh that almost tasted like whiskey. My favorite scent, he knew me well.

“You just love to pick a fight don't you?” he asked me as I chuckled and looked up at him.

“I wouldn't give you that satisfaction.” I shot back as he smirked this time.

“Yeah?” he taunted as his hands moved to my skirt and gripped my thighs as I gasped quietly.

“I think you do.” he told me before his mouth was at my neck and biting the flesh as I closed my eyes. It was amazing despite the circumstances, I was tricked into acting this way. His hands moved up to my hips and squeezed them while my now free hands had pushed him back, but he barely moved an inch. That was downside to being a short ass who's boyfriend was a yeti in comparison.

“You're so cute when you fight. It's like playing with a dog.” he smirked at me as I glared at him. He was testing my fucking patience as I prepared to show him a dog when he smiled at me.

“Don't waste your time. You'll hurt yourself.” he replied as he picked me up with one single movement and my butt was pushed back against the cool door as he held me in place. God damn it.

“Put me down or I swear to God Avenged Sevenfold will need a new vocalist.” I warned him as he chuckled at me and gripped my wrist as I whimpered.

“You really need to calm that mouth of yours. I have a few places you can put it.” he smirked as he kissed me again with the same force previously while holding me up with one hand. It was only then that dignity had officially been raped, so to speak. It's innocence no longer existing. His hand trailed up my halter top and dangerously close to my chest as I reacted to his warm large hand.

He carried me upstairs and down the hall while making an effort to crush me against him so I couldn't get out of his grasp. This only pissed me off furthermore.

Matt threw me on the bed as I met the mattress and bounced up slightly, him leaning over me a second later, grasping my hips as he kissed my jaw and chest. His hands working at my skirt like clockwork, yanking the black ruffled material down my legs and to the floor as he smiled.

“Keep talking baby.” he said to me as I growled at him while he chuckled once more. I couldn't help but smirk as I kicked him in the leg while he cried out in annoyance and glared at me. I shut him up by pulling his shirt over his head. Muscles filled my vision with every artwork on his arms displayed just for me. My hands wrapped around his shoulders as I kissed him.

Yes I was a mess alright.

He reached for my shirt and pulled it over my stomach and head as I complied with the material to make it easy to get off. He tossed that aside and his hand wrapped around my necklace and yanked hard, the chain breaking with one easy pull as I gasped at him as he held my favorite necklace in his hands.

“Fucker!” I hissed at him as he kissed me.

“Shut the fuck up, I'll buy you a new one.” he retorted as he rolled his eyes. His hands trailed down my chest and squeezed my breasts as I subconsciously leaned up into his hand. He smiled in satisfactory while tracing a bruise from the last argument and yanking one of my bra cups down as I tensed. His mouth leaned over my immediate hardened nipple and blew on it slightly before taking it in his mouth as I moaned quietly. His hand kneaded the other one as he suckled it while I closed my eyes. I felt moisture start to form between my legs, his hands moving down to my underwear as if he could read my mind. He slipped his hand down the front of my blue boy shorts and cupped me.

“Look at you. You're just aching for me aren't you?” he whispered as I panted beneath him while he retracted his hand and reached behind me to take off my bra. He yanked down the straps impatiently as I shakily reached for his jeans. I unbuttoned and unzipped them as they fell down his legs. He kicked them off, an obvious tent pitching between his legs. He lavished my breasts once more and returned to my area while tracing my mound through the soft material as I bit my lip. He pushed the material inside me with a finger as I gasped and moaned when he found my pearl. He pulled my panties down slowly and teasingly as I groaned inside. How could he know all the ways to drive me out of my fucking mind.

I was fully revealed to him with a slight blush from embarrassment I felt, given the situation as he scrutinized me. He kissed down my stomach and made a trail to my `special' spot while he spreading legs open a little more. He bit the inside of my thigh as I couldn't help but smile. I felt his tongue slide inside me as I bucked my hips up from the sensation as he gripped my hips to steady me. He teased me as I whined from frustration.

“You want it?” he asked looking up at me as I scowled at him.

“Tell me you want it.” he ordered as he teased my clit with a finger as my fists clenched.

“I want it.” I said through gritted teeth as he smirked.

“I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. What did you say?” he taunted.

“I want it!” I yelled at him as he giggled.

“That's what I thought.” he replied before returning to my length and licking faster as I gripped the bed spread in my hands while I moaned. I pitied myself from the way my body reacted to his wonderful touches.

“Uh..” I whispered as he continued to assault me with such skill, my stomach starting to feel fuzzy and warm while I closed my eyes and leaned my head back.

“Matt…” I whispered once more as he increased his pace while I shuddered and cried out as the feeling got stronger until I couldn't contain it and I released myself. My secretions dripping out while he drank them down, tingles erupting all over me as I panted. He leaned back up until he was over me once more as he smiled.

“Just like a strawberry.” he winked and pulled his boxers down casually while kicking them off. His mini Matt at full attention. He didn't hesitate as he slipped himself inside as I gasped from the slight pain that radiated as my walls stretched to accommodate him.

“Like I'm going to let you have all the fun.” he scoffed as he was all the way before retracting and pushing back in all over again as I moaned and whimpered from the bittersweet sensation. He continued his action until I eventually couldn't feel the pain and it switched to unfortunate pleasure while I gripped his shoulders.

“Fuck Matt.” I said softly as he gripped my hips and created a fast and deep rhythm. I moved my hips against his with every other thrust while he moaned in approval.

“It's what I do best baby.” he whispered in my ear as he went back to my neck and bit down while I moaned in pain and pleasure, knowing he had broken the skin. I returned the gesture by scratching my nails down his back as he gritted his teeth and in return began to thrust harder as I moaned. It was just our thing to be this ruthless.

He kept going until that familiar sensation returned to me as I expected him to bring me to another high. I was disappointed when he stopped altogether. He pulled out of me and flipped me over as I caught myself on my hands while he pulled my legs out until I was on my knees. He spread open my legs again and resumed his deep thrusts as I screamed this time from the inevitable pleasure. I gripped the bed sheets harder with closed fists as I pushed back against him. One hand tangling itself into my short black hair while grunting. Hitting my spot over and over, going the extra mile this time.

“Fuck.” he moaned as he went deeper inside me while my body began to spasm from such intrusion. My walls wrapped him tightly as we both moaned from the sensation.

“Scream. Let everyone know I'm the one driving you crazy.” he said to me as I smiled.

“It's a little too l-late for t-that.” I panted between thrusts as he smirked. He brought me closer to my breaking point as it was more powerful this time. I held on for as long as I could, screaming out when my body gave in and another wave of ecstasy surged through me. I collapsed on the bed when I didn't have the strength to keep myself up. I didn't have to predict I would be sore when I got up. I panted heavily until I was able to catch my breath while Matt finished and spilled himself inside me while resting against my back.

He calmed and slowly pulled out of me before falling to my side and sighing. I kept still while concentrating on the wall like I did every other time. Without thinking, tears slipped down my cheeks once more as I was tired. Physically and emotionally of this little game we played.

Matt must've known something was up when he didn't hear me bitch at him like I would usually do when we got like this. He turned me so I faced him. His smirk fading when he saw my position. His face softened as he looked at me.

“Sammy.” he whispered as I turned my head.

“Don't.” he whispered as he tilted my chin so I faced him once more as he kissed me once more.

“I'm sorry.” he added as I shook my head.

“We're falling apart at the seams aren't we?” I asked him softly as he half smiled and touched my bruised cheek.

“Never.” he whispered once more as he brought me into his arms where I ceased all resistance to the one place I could never break free from. It was all the same game of cat and mouse, except I didn't want to be the mouse anymore.

“I love you Sammy. You know that.” he told me as I closed my eyes and nodded.

“I love you too Matty.” I replied equally as he held me against his strong chest. I wanted out but he always pulled me back in. I nestled against him and counted down the minutes until we would be at it again.

It was a strange thing called love. It was bittersweet with its power to bend your will. Makes you bleed, leaves you sore, and makes you crave the one thing you can't stand the most.

It was the menstrual cycle of love.