*2 years ago...* 

Mick was happy. He had met this wonderful girl at a local garden, the two had started going out, and things were great. Sure she liked his money- but she also made sure to tell him she liked him. So Mick was happy. He opened the front door of his house and walked inside. He was greeted by her. Angelica. Just like how it was everytime he came home- she was sitting at the counter in the kitchen reading a book. 

Mick was happy. He had finally been able to get the car he had always dreamed about when he was a kid. He showed it off excitedly to Angelica who had just looked at it and made a joke about not spending so much money, which was odd for her to say seeing as she had just bought several purses. But Angelica was nice- so Mick didn't think anything of it even if it did upset him that she wasn't excited for him. 

Everything was perfect.

Until it wasn't. 

September 3rd, Tueday, 9:04 pm, Kitchen. 

Mick walked into the kitchen pouring himself a glass of water. It had been a really tiring day, but at least he would get to see Angelica. That would brighten his mood. Angelica walked through into the kitchen and looked at him. 

"Where have you been?"

"At work. And the bank- I was doing some payments and I-"

"I told you not to spend money on that car. It's taking all your money."
"It's not. By payments I mean I was-"

"I don't care what you mean." Angelica huffed, arms crossed "All you care about is that dumb car. You don't even like me anymore."

"What?" Mick looked taken aback as he set his glass down "No- that's not true. I'm sorry if I made you feel that way- I was just excited to get-"

"I don't want to hear it." Angelica rolled her eyes "Do you have 200 dollars? I need it."
"For... what"

"To spend on myself duh." 

"Oh..." Mick sighed for a moment "Unfortunately right now, I can't give you any. I don't have cash on me, and my bank account's not working."

Angelica's eyes narrowed. She looked angry.

"Excuse me?"

"Look I'm sorry. I would love to-"

"Oh save it. First you buy some stupid looking car and now you won't give me any money."

"The car isn't stupid... I've wanted it since I was a-"

"Oh save it Mick! Your completely useless to me right now!"

Mick stared at Angelica walking over to her. He stood there in front of her for a moment 

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Your only good for two things. Money and sex. And latley you haven't been giving me either."

"You- I'm not- why would you-"

"Because it's true. That's all your type is good for. You give people money and then you fuck them."

Mick knew that was the typical "sugar person" way. But he wasn't the kind of guy to just have sex 24/7- and the money thing wasn't even his fault. 

"Look I'm sorry my bank account is not working. I'll go to the bank tomorrow again to sort it out." Mick sighed "And as for the other thing... Angelica- I don't want to do that all the time. I like doing it sometimes but I don't really want to do that all the time."

"Why not? Am I not good enough for you?"

"No that's not-"
"Your pathetic. Were going to have sex tonight. That's what I want to do."

"Angelica- I don't want to do that tonight. I'm tired from a long day, and I don't want to not give you a good time. How about tomorrow? Maybe we can-"

That was when Angelica slapped him across the face. Hard. Mick stumbled. He was about to say something else when Angelica slapped him again- causing his back to hit the table. 

"I don't care what you want." Angelica sneered as she looked at him "It's not about what you want."

"Angelica-"

"Shut up." Angelica grabbed Mick by the face "Were doing what I want to do tonight."

"Angelica- no- I don't want to. Look we can do it tomorrow- I'm tired I want to-"

"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU WANT!" Angelica fingers dug into Mick's face "You don't get a choice in the matter you hear me?"

Before Mick could even say anything he found himself being dragged by the face upstairs. He may have been a semi-muscular guy- but everytime he tried to get Angelica's hand off his face her nails dug in harder. His face was starting to hurt like hell. Angelica threw Mick onto his own bed- he tried to get back up- but she pressed her heel onto his stomach. 

"Move and I'll dig the heel into your stomach. Then you'll bleed." Angelica sneered "You wouldn't want that would you?" 

Just to show him she was being serious- she pressed her show against him a tiny bit harder. Mick didn't want to bleed out and die. So he would wait until her foot was gone and then make a run for it. 

"Angelica- look I'm sorry ok? I'm sorry-"
"Sorry doesn't cut it. And shut up. Your voice is so incredibly annoying."

"I-"

"You think I like hearing you talk? No. Your only good for two things I already told you that. Your useless otherwise."

Mick didn't know what to do. It wasn't like he could move- and he didn't think Angelica would stop. Come to think of it- all the times she had been super nice to him was when she wanted something. This was the first time he had told her no. It seemed her true colors were showing. Angelica stood before him in nothing but a- sort of- see through t-shirt and a pair of shorts. The minute she moved her heel- Mick ran towards the door- only to be smacked in the back to the head and dragged by the hair back over to his bed. 

"I told you- you don't get a say in this." 

Mick fell- before he could even get a word out- he found out that he couldn't move yet again. He was stuck to his own bed- unable to move his arms or legs. 

"Angelica please- why are you-"

"Because I don't actually like you. I've just been using you for your money. I figured before I leave you to be so disapointed I'd use your body since you have a nice one."

"Angelica please- you- I haven't done anything-"

"You told me no. Also- you did. You made the mistake of falling for my innocent act." Angelica just leaned down overtop of him "I would suggest not trying to move- or i'll make everything tighter so your circulation get's cut off." 

The minute Angelica even started to touch him- Mick tried to get away from her. It hurt like hell. He eventually lost his seeing "privlages" since he apprently kept giving her dirty looks. Mick could only feel pain. Nails dragging on his skin in a way he didn't like- being bitten in a way that was just painful- he was 99 percent sure that his skin had got cut into and he was bleeding... 

Just stop... please... 

"Angelica please- stop- just stop please- I'm sorry- I'm so sorry- I'll find you money- I'll-"

There was a very hard slap to his face. It hurt like hell. Her hand closed around his neck. He was struggling for air. Was this what- abuse felt like? It reminded him of the time he had been out with his parents and seen another kid's mother strangling her kid and slapping him across the face. He had never wanted to expierence that- and now he was. From a girl he had trusted. 

Mick didn't know how much longer he could take this. Everything hurt- he was almost 100% sure he was bleeding- and to make matters worse- he was pretty sure something had been forced out of him but he wasn't even sure what. Maybe it was tears- maybe it was blood- or maybe it was something else- either way- his legs felt sore- his dick hurt like hell- he just wanted it to stop. 

September 4th, Wednesday, 12:04 am, Bedroom

Mick was laying there. He was in so much pain- he could hardly move. Angelica had left- at least she had the deceny to make it so he could move after she had left. He could see now... well barley... his eyes were still stinging from the amount of crying he had done. His face was tear stained. Mick eyes sought the clock next to his bed- 12:04 am... which meant-

It was Wednesday. Angelica had- she had- for- done that for at least 3 hours- maybe even more. He coudn't count properly at the moment. He glanced down- he was bleeding- the amount of bruises and red marks all over him were to many to count. It seemed to finally register in Mick's mind what had happened to him... 

Fuck. 

October 4th, Thursday, 5:55 pm, bathroom 

Mick had been depressed for a month now. He barley did anything anymore. He cried alot- he didn't speak to many people and his trust issues skyrockted. He never went to court regarding that night seeing as he knew that he probably wouldn't be believed by the court. Mick stood in the bathroom the tears streaming down his face- he looked a mess. He was trying to wrap bandages on his arms- after he had decided to use them as a cutting board. 

October 25th, Tuesday, 4:15 pm, Hospital 

Mick had felt so useless. He let Angelica's harsh words get to him. He was terrified that he would run into her- or someone like her and the same thing would happen to him again. He felt like he was nothing. So he tried to take his own life- with a kitchen knife. He had ended up in the hospital thanks to Angelo who had been opening Mick's front door and walked in on the sight. Angelo never knew why Mick would do such a thing- he didn't want to pry. The only person who knew was the doctor who treated Mick- and Mick's therapist. 

"Do you feel... that if you hadn't ever spoken to her- this wouldn't have happened?"

Mick looked at the therapist. The hospital had brought in one, due to concern for Mick's mental health- which had rapidedly declined. 

"yes..."

"Do you feel that if your bank account had been working... that none of this would have happened?"

"yes..."

"Do you think it's your fault...?"

"yes..."

The therapist walked over to Mick and placed a hand on his shoulder 

"Mick. It's not your fault. You didn't do anything wrong."

Mick wanted to cry for what felt like the millionth time today. And he did- he did cry. 

Mick often thought about that day. The day that Angelic had assaulted him. He couldn't get it out of his head. It haunted his nightmares and sometimes his dreams.

And despite being better after a year... he always cried thinking about that memory... 

He wanted it to stop. The memories- the hatred he sometimes felt for himself- the bad memories. Everytime a memory showed up- he would repeat the same words he did that fateful day... 

Just stop... please....

Just stop..