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it's been a busy Thursday for Sabine. Her coworkers were driving her up a wall, always wanting her to do the job for them. She just can't catch a break... poor Sabine . all she needs to do is wind down and have a cold beer in her hands or else she'll lose it. as she opens the door, the click of the lock unlocking signaled Vincent right to the door already on his knees. Sabine looks visibly irritated, she doesn't talk to him instead goes around him to sit on their beaten couch. Vincent gets up and follows her to the couch. his hands on his knees as he bends to her level and asks, " is there anything I can get you, Mon Ami?'. Sabin stares at the TV, arms resting on both arms of the couch. "go get me a beer!"
"right away!" he chimes before walking towards the kitchen, cockroaches scattered, scared; not because they're scared of a human but because they know what's about to happen to him. he reaches towards the refrigerator door, opens It with such passion only to see that her favorite brand of beer is completely gone! nothing left instead of his preferred brew that he's only allowed to get if he was on good behavior. not wanting to give Sabine nothing at all he grabs one and leaves towards the living room. he hears her laughing at her favorite tv show: Love & Hip-Hop. he smiles at the fact that she's happy and well until he reaches her, standing beside her she instantly frowns. "took you long enough!" she says before snatching the cold beer out of the Frenchman's hands. before he was about to go back into his separate room his arm was held by a strong grip. "WHAT IS THIS!?" she demands. 'i-i-it's beer! like you wanted!--"
"GLORPSHIT! THIS IS THAT FRENCH SHIT YOU LIKE, I SWEAR I SHOULD OF LEFT YOU WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE!--"
"wait n-n-no, please wait i'm sorry!" Vincent pleads as Sabine gets up from her chair, hands clutching the hard glass bottle.
THWACK
the bottles hit's the side of his eye. it's start to swell immensely with a numbing sensation.
"IM SORRY, IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAI--"
THWACK
she hits his cheekbone, tears start falling from his glassy eyes. the cockroaches from the kitchen watch from the doorway, their skinny arms covering their ears and eyes flinching from each hit he takes.
TWACK- CRACK
Sabine smashes the bottle on his jaw, the bottle shatters into many pieces. some of the glass shards scratch his jaw. blood mixes with his salty tears as he cries.
"I-I-I love you" he stutters.
"that's nice." Sabine states before taking a large exhale and calmly sits back down on the couch. Vincent cries softly on the rug. "go clean up, I don't want blood on the floor"
he sniffles, "yes Mon Ami..." his soft smiles returns.
"what are you crying about?" Sabine looks at him irritated.
"nothing at all! just got some dust in my eye while I was clea--"
"alright'
"right away my love!"
a few minutes pass, Sabine laughs and giggles at the screen until a hard aggressive knock was at the door. she groans as she gets up from her rotting couch. she opens the door, two cops are standing in front of her. "we heard a noise complaint coming from one of your neighbors.."