You always hear about the couples fighting and the guy
slapping the girl silly, well, in my case with Nick… it was the other way
around.

The first time that I opened Nick's eyes and stopped letting him run
all over me was the day I slapped his face!

It was a usual day, I woke up lying beside Nick's perfect body
and rolled over to kiss him on the lips.

His sweet lips returned the kiss, he picked me up and set me on his
stomach and I began kissing him everywhere.

I was so thankful that he was in a good mood, I just wanted to kiss him,
hold him… just to be near him sent a cold chill down my spine!

I remember kissing his neck when he groaned and asked could he 'feel
me', like I said before Nick was wonderful in bed but I wasn't in the
mood, I just wanted to kiss him-act like we did before… when we didn't know what we
was doing.

I rolled off of Nick sighing.

"Can't we just have one day where you don't want to fucking 'feel me' and you
could just kiss me!"

I complained as Nick folded his arms over his chest and started yelling.

"WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT
EVERY FUCKING THING THAT I FUCKING ASK!" He took his shoe
off throwing it across the room. "You are a fucking waste of my time!" His usual
words echoed in my ears as I shuddered trying to block it from my mind.
"DON'T YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND?"

"Understand what Nick… understand what?" I remember screaming back at him.

"That's the only thing you are fucking worth!"

I remember feeling the tears well up in my eyes, then I replayed what he
said in my mind over one more time, but this time in slow motion.

"That's the only thing you are fucking worth!"

It echoed in my heart, soul and mind as I saw my whole world with
Nick crashing into the ocean like a plane that had an engine blown.

Once again, I crawled out of my body and watched myself slap Nick's face,
making him feel my pain.

I sat there for several minutes, I guess I was crawling back into
my body when Nick pulled me close in his arms, "I didn't mean it baby girl,
you mean so much more than that… let's not fight anymore!"

I couldn't say anything but that I was so sorry but Nick quickly hushed
me and told me he loved me more than his own life.

After I slapped Nick, he got a hold of his temper and it was I who lost
mine...

I would try to start fights, I would nag at Nick until he was almost
begging me to just hold him but I would always refuse telling him he
was nothing but a big baby and I didn't understand WHY I was with him!

The first time I ever saw Nick cry was when those words exited out of my mouth.

His eyes bled with tears like a wound.

I suppose it was heartless and I didn't quite understand it but I did it with
pleasure… twisted pleasure!

The same pleasure I felt when I sliced his bleeding body into shreds!