//Warning! -This story does include smoking and a bit of domestic violence, if you are uncomfortable or sensitive to these topics, then proceed with caution.//
It was getting late. I was setting the table for dinner, just in the hopes that he would be back in time. That's when I heard the key turn in the lock and the door slam shut. I turned to see Scourge as he walked in, looking rough and disheveled. "Hey babe." I smile, continuing to cook and ready the table. "Hey" he said flatly. "How was your day?" I asked, but he ignored me and walked over to the freezer. I slapped his side with a dish towel, "Hey, you okay?" I asked cautiously. "What do you think", he said gruffly, digging around for an ice pack. Grabbing one he went over to sit on the couch. "Oh. Rough day?" I ask. He answers by letting out a long sigh, holding the ice pack to his head. "That bad huh?" I say, scooping some vegetables into a pot. I watch as he digs around in the drawer on the side table, "Sher, have you seen my patches?" he asks rubbing his forehead. "We ran out, I told you this morning and you said you were going out to get some more." He growls, frustrated "Well, I thought you were going to get more!" says, rubbing this throbbing forehead. "I didn't cause you said you were getting some, how was I to know you would forget." I bring him over a glass of water, setting it on the table next to him. I proceed to rub his shoulders, trying to leave some of the pain, "But I'll get you some tomorrow, okay?" "Fine.", he says gruffly, sitting back, holding the ice to his head. "That's my boy.", I pat his shoulder and go back to cooking.
He takes a sip of the water, examining it. "Why didn't you get me a beer? Water's not gonna help, you know." "You know very well that we're out of beer." I say, trying to just finish making our meal. "Then why didn't you get any?! You know I come over every night!" I sigh and look over at him, getting a little agitated, "I didn't get any your highness, because you said you were gonna pick some more up, while you were getting more patches. Or do you not remember anything from this morning?!" "Hey! Don't get smart with me. Ugh!..", holding his head, getting another splitting headache. He stands up and walks over to the bathroom, rummaging around in the medicine cabinet. I go back to setting the table, just trying to stay out of his way. I wish we could spend one night like a normal couple. I think to myself. I hear him slam shut the medicine cabinet. "Don't tell me we don't have any gum either.." he says, rubbing his temples. I sigh, "We ran out of that last week, which is why we had to use the patches, which is why, we're out." "You're not helping." he states flatly.
I sigh, "Well, I can get you more of anything you want tomorrow, okay babe? But right now, I just want you to try and calm down, so we can have dinner." I set the plates on the table. He walks over to me, leaning against the wall. "Well, it certainly wasn't my idea to pull out of smoking, now was it?!" I can tell he's frustrated and clearly in a lot of pain from the withdrawals. "You did agree to it, I never said you had to, it was just a suggestion." "Really?! I've never heard anyone beg so much in their life! Oh, please give up smoking, you don't wanna be a stupid, punk addict all your life." He says in a mocking tone. I quickly turn to him, getting up in his face, "Hey! I never said that. All I said was that smoking can cause cancer and I would like to have my boyfriend around longer than 30 to 40 years! I told you, you don't have to give it up if you don't want to, but I would appreciate it and support you if you did. That's it!" He growls back at me, clearly getting mad, "Support!? I go out for the day and you do what?! Sit around and not get me the things I need to make this damn process a little bit easier! What kind of support is that?!" "I have been helping you and supporting you however you needed through all of this! So for you to just come in here and act like a jerk to me is- Ah!" SMACK! The next thing I felt was his hand, slap me across the face, hard. I fell back and to the side, gripping a chair so I wouldn't hit my head on the floor. I couldn't believe what just happened. The next thing I heard was the bedroom door slam shut and lock.
I couldn't take it anymore! She didn't understand, she didn't get it. The door slammed shut behind me and I locked it. I didn't need her in here trying to get me to believe all this suffering was for my own good in the end. "Where is it!?" I said through gritted teeth, I searched through the desk and finally through the drawers and there it was, my last box of cigs. I quickly pulled one out and lit it up, breathing in deep. The smoke filled my lungs and boy did it ever feel welcome. The pain soon drifted away, and I slid down the wall, resting by back against it. I let out a long breath, smoke filling the room. I didn't care. I sat like that for a good 5 minutes, just running down my cigarette. I started to light a second one, when my ear twitched. I looked up and I could hear her through the door, crying.
I shook, looking down at my hands. "What have I done?.." I cupped my face in my hands, tears rolling down my cheeks. I couldn't believe it, I hit my girl. After everything she puts up with, after she let me even come over.. I ..I.. My thoughts burned and the memory of that one moment played again and again. It hurt worse than anything I've ever felt before. Though my head was full of smoke, my mind was never clearer. I knew I needed to earn back her trust. So, I put the box in my pocket and slowly walked to the door, unlocking it and quietly pulling it open. "Sher?"
I could smell smoke. Tears stung my eyes, I held my cheek and shakily got to my feet. I went to the kitchen and quickly wet a towel and held it to my hot face. "He's never hit me before.." I started to sob, terrified that it would only get worse from here. I cried into my hands, and the smell of his cigarettes in the other room only made me cry harder. I knew he'd given in. I went back to setting the table, trying to hold back the tears that ran down my face. That's when I heard the bedroom door unlock. "Sher?", he said it in a quiet, hoarse voice. I didn't turn around, too angry and hurt to even want to give him another chance. "Sher I.. I'm really sorry.. I, I wasn't thinking clearly and I shouldn't have hit you, I'm so sorry.." I can hear the genuine sympathy in his voice, but I still don't turn around. "Would you please look at me?.. I know you're upset, but you know I'd never try to hurt you babe." He gently touches my shoulder, "Hey come on.." I finally turn around. He stares back at me, noticing my red and swollen cheek. I look up at him, his eyes red from crying and the smell of smoke emanating from every part of him.
"Oh Sher.. what have I done.." he gently places a hand on my swollen cheek and I hold my hand over his. Tears begin to run down his cheeks, until the next thing I know he's crying. I'd never seen him cry. I pulled him close to me, rubbing his back, "Sweetie, it's okay, it's okay.. please don't cry.." I could feel him dropping, so I went down to my knees as he did. I hugged him tight, trying to calm him. "Shh.. it's okay.. I'm right here.." We sat like that for the longest time, I would rub his back and sing softly, and after 15 minutes of it all, I heard him start to breath softly again. I slowly pull back, holding his shoulders, "Are you feeling a little better babe?", I smile softly as he nods his head. I brush a hand over his quills, "I forgive you Scourge.", I touch my forehead to his, "You.. you do?" he asks shakily. "Of course. I love you and I know these last few weeks have been so hard on you and I know sometimes, I don't make things any easier, but I want you to know, I will always love you. Okay?" I look deep into his eyes, smiling softly.
He nods and I can tell he's a little embarrassed by the whole ordeal. I giggle lightly and pull his sunglasses down, covering his eyes. "There. As cool as ever." He gives a light smirk, "Thanks babe." "Hey, I hope you can forgive me for yelling at you like that, I shouldn't have gotten so angry." He lifts my chin up to face him, "Hey, there's nothing to forgive, but I know a way you can make it up to me." He smirks, pulling me close to him, I can smell the smoke on his breath. "And what way would that be?" I smirk back, "Well.." he pulls my arm back around his neck, drawing me closer to him, he gets his face close to mine and says in a velvety tone, "maybe something like this.." I instantly feel myself get pulled into a deep kiss. I purr, trying to ignore the taste of smoke and cigarettes on his lips and wrap my arms around him. I hear him purring slightly and then after a good while we pull back.
He smirks at me, not really one for soft sentiments. He stands and I look up at him fondly as he pulls me back to my feet. I blush, pulling my hand back from him, "Well, we were having dinner weren't we?" I start back over to the kitchen when I feel him wrap his arms around me, "Let's skip dinner, I'd much rather have something else." He smirks wildly, licking his lips. I chuckle and push his face away, "Stop.. No dirty minds at the table." "Oh yeah?" He growls playfully and chases me out of the kitchen. I run to the living room, he tackles me, and we fall onto the floor laughing. We lay there for a few minutes, breathing softly. He sits up on his elbow and looks over at me. I blush hard, seeing him smirking. "What?.." I giggle a little, looking to the side. He rests a hand on my cheek and gives a small, genuine smile, "I love you too.".