Those stupid brown eyes had haunted me ever since I’d met him. He walks in, his skin pale and sickly, a cigarette hanging from his mouth that he tosses into the can that sits near my apartments door. I’m in state of shock, not because of the way he looks but because he’s here, he’d somehow creeped his way back into my life and he looked like just as much of a mess as he usually did.

“Hey Babe, long time no see, huh?”

His voice is slurred. He’s drunk.

“Get out of my house”

My voice shakes as the memories of his mistreatment find their way out of the deep repression id put on them.

He makes his way over to me and lets out a small whine, reaching out to hold me. I allow it as unease and hesitation stir inside me, old habits die hard they say. . . They were right because even if I try to deny it, even if I try to cut him out of my life like the tumor he is; I’ll always let him back in. Literally. Whether it be pity or the confusing truth that I actually _love_ him I don’t know. But it always happens, it always happened and will probably continue to happen for a long time.

“Get out”

I repeat less convincingly. He pouts, both of his rough hands now resting on my hips. That stirring feeling comes again.

“Baby—“

“No!” “No, don’t _baby_ me! You left **me** for some random girl!”

Tears brim my eyes and I find the strength to back away. I couldn’t let him win me over again. I wasn’t the fool he took me for.

“Get out before I call the cops!!” “**OUT!!**”

I scream out in pain.

I didn’t really want him to leave but I knew he needed too. So. I turn around, staring at the beige walls of my cheap apartment, ignoring him whilst the subtle tears turn into waterworks, I close my eyes focusing on the sound of his stumbling… I can’t tell if he’s getting closer or further away— either way it burns. It burns like hell.

**_Sorry for any typos or punctuation errors this is unedited

Also I’m experimenting to escape writers block so this is probably bad._**