Kylie wasn't the least bit surprised when he lunged at her, she'd figured he was going to hurt her. He wrapped a hand around her throat tightly, cutting off her air and slammed her hard into the wall. It was the second time just that night that he'd thrown her into the wall hard enough to knock the wind out of her and she knew it was a miracle her head hadn't hit the wall and knocked her out. Not only had the breath been knocked from her lungs by the force, but Tyler's grip around her throat tightened dangerously, sealing off her oxygen. She grabbed at his hands and gasped for breath, hating that he was seeing her struggling, but she couldn't help it. Her lungs were on fire and she needed to breathe.
“Oh, Baby doll there’s a lot wrong with me. More than your little brain could comprehend.” He hissed and she started to feel a little lightheaded. “You want to disrespect me in my house, you’re going to pay for it.” He spat. Spots started to cloud her vision, but as she glanced behind him, she spotted Marshall heading down the stairs and silently, she thanked god it wasn't Bunny. She had enough on her hands with Tyler. She didn't need a fight with Bunny too. “Unless you want a bullet in your head I suggest you go back to bed Marshall.” Tyler said and Kylie turned her attention back to him, forcing herself not to pass out. She could tell by the look in his eyes he wasn't done with her. He wouldn't choke her to death right there.
His grip tightened around her neck though and she winced, her entire chest was on fire at that point and she'd stopped fighting him because it was a waste of energy so her hands were just holding his weakly as he choked her. Finally, he released her and she hadn't even realized her knees had been weak until she fell to the floor, coughing and gasping. It felt like she was burning from the inside out, like someone had lit a match and dropped it down her throat.
Before she'd even had time to recover, he'd wrapped her hair tightly around his fist and yanked her to her feet, dragging her to the kitchen. He threw her easily against the wall again and she hit it hard, hands in front of her to take the force of the blow this time, knowing if she hadn't have caught herself, she'd have been knocked out cold. She turned to face him, leaning on the wall, unable to do anything but stand there and watch him as he lit a cigarette and casually rifled through the kitchen drawer because she was still trying to get her breath and her strength back. She was still pissed and riled up, but, at the moment, she couldn't even talk, let alone fight him.
“Ty! You’re going to kill her! Cut your shit out!” Marshall yelled, but it didn't do any use, Tyler just kept pulling open drawers, looking for something.
Eventually, he found what he was looking for, pulling out a huge knife, and it was hard not to be afraid of him. He killed people every day. She had no doubt in her mind he could kill her. He might feel like shit later, but he certainly wouldn't while he was doing it. He was too high to feel remorse. She watched him as he turned to her and raised an eyebrow as he took a drag off his cigarette. “That’s the idea Marsh.” He smirked, keeping his eyes on her, and she refused to look away and show him she was scared. She just held his eyes right back, searching them.
Sometimes he liked to toss her around and beat her up just to scare her into obedience and he never really had the intention of killing her, other times, she could clearly see she'd pushed him too far and, if she didn't stop, she'd end up dead. It was a dangerous guessing game, trying to figure out when he was just taunting her and when he actually wanted her dead, but she'd been winning it so far. After all, she was still alive.
“You wanna run? Now's your chance.” He raised an eyebrow and she raised hers back. She knew the question was like a double edged blade. If she stayed and fought him, it'd piss him off that she wasn't afraid, but if she ran, it'd piss him off that she was being defiant. She might be able to calm him down if she started crying and begging and saying she was sorry, but she was too high for that shit. She wasn't going to roll over.
"Fuck you Tyler!" She screamed, but it came out hoarse and it hurt so bad she started coughing all over again. She wasn't sure she could say much else, her throat was burning so badly after that, but she swallowed down her coughs and did anyway. "I'm not your stupid whore!" She tried to yell through the fire in her lungs. "You can't just slap me around every time I refuse to fuck you or say something you don't like." She rolled her eyes and glanced at the knife in his hands before back to him. "You've got Bunny for that shit babe, not me." She shrugged. "So have fun being the waste of space, drug addict, and murderer you are with your stupid, obedient whore. I'm fucking done with it." She smirked simply.
She finally had enough strength to move so, before he had the chance to do anything else, she ran. He would chase her, she knew that, but she might be able to get to the bathroom on time to lock herself in long enough for Marshall to calm him down before he broke down the door. He could just be trying to scare her, but she wasn't taking the chance that her words had pushed him far enough to run the knife through her.
Matt didn't miss the fact that she'd melted at his touch and he held her eyes, supporting her, watching the war he could see raging behind her eyes, knowing she was fighting herself. One part of her was trying to stay closed off and cold hearted and the other part wanted to give in to him and he wanted so badly for her to just give in for once, that it hurt.
“Damn it, Matt.” She breathed and looked away, making him sigh deeply, knowing then and there that the moment wasn't sincere because she couldn't look at him. She was playing him and it pissed him off, but it also felt like she'd stuck a knife in his lungs and was just standing there laughing. “Don’t pretend this is okay.” She whispered. “I fucked some other guy, how is that your fault?" She bit her lip and he could tell she was on the verge of tears. She was practically asking him to be pissed at her. And he hated her for that. He hated that she couldn't just accept his forgiveness. She'd prefer fighting to making love and it was driving him fucking nuts.
“I’m not sorry and you know that.” She said honestly, and he sighed, because he was right. He knew she didn't give a shit that she'd slept with someone else. She'd probably done it knowing she'd get caught and he'd get pissed.
She slipped out of his arms and he let her go. His patience and willingness to let it go were wearing thin. "I gotta go.” She said. “I can’t do this.” She shook her head. Matt just followed her calmly back into the bedroom, leaning in the bathroom doorway as she frantically got dressed, fighting with himself. He should just let her go. It was better for her. She'd move on, maybe she'd even go back home, have an actual life.
But he couldn't. He knew if he let her go, she'd find someone new and the thought of her being with some other man was agonizing. Not just because she was his and he wanted her to himself, but because he knew, whoever she ended up with would never feel about her the way he did and it drove him nuts to think that someone who didn't really love her would be touching her. He hurt her all the fucking time, but he loved her so much it made him absolutely crazy. He couldn't just watch her walk away.
So, before she managed to get out the door, he reached out and grabbed her arm, spinning her back towards him and kissing her hard on the lips, fisting his hand in her hair to hold her there. "You're not going anywhere." He spat, backing her up against the wall, kissing her harder. "You're not running just because things are hard Gracie." He breathed against her lips. "I need you, I'll fucking die without you and I know you need me." He smirked as he pulled away and held her eyes, making it clear in his gaze that he'd kill her before he ever let her walk out on him. "Anyone else would bore you to tears sweetheart, admit it." He said, holding her eyes with a wicked smirk.