Abusive RD #1

*Start Day 1*
>You jump up from the kitchen chair as your conversation just turns into a full out argument.
>Trying to take a second to cool off, you walk from the kitchen to the living room.
>”Answer me you fucking idiot!”
“You’re a crayon colored cunt did you know that!?!! Like a demon bitch that took over a child’s drawing and came to life! That’s what you are!”
>A pan of burnt eggs come flying at you.
>It soars past your head and shatters the front window.
>”Why don’t you have your mom fucking cook for you? Brainless asshole!”
>You’ve been living with Dash for so long that it’s starting to affect her vocabulary. You wonder where she got such a filthy fucking mouth….that’s a rhetorical question.
>You look back at the broken glass. It just makes you more angry, and you can’t help but clench your fist.
“EVERY FUCKING TIME!!! you burn the god damn eggs all the time!! All I taste is ash! I said over easy goddammit! And who’s going to pay for that now? Not you of-fucking course!!!
>Rainbow dash completely disregards everything you just said, and finishes her statement.
>”Oh yeah, she can’t! didn't she die after giving birth to your monkey ass!! I Bet you fell out of the tree too!! Did you land on your head on your way down? Isn’t that why you’re such a fucked up control freak?
>When it comes to fighting with Dash she always goes straight for the jugular.
“Don’t bring my mother in to this shit! If you're trying to piss me off it’s not working!
“Why do you care? you never knew her anyway! probably for good reason too!”
“Dash! if you throw anymore fucking food at me I’m gonna make you eat it off the floor! Like the pig you are!”
>“YOU’LL never see them! not your family; or your friends; not that you had any! Where would you be without me?”
>The memory of your past life comes flooding back. She’s right, your life was shit, with a fucking degenerate drunk for a dad.
>he’d  beat you uncontrollably when ever he got too wasted. When he was sober enough to speak, he’d remind of how you killed your mother.
>She died in labor….You were a fuck up…right from the start.
 >Rainbow dash keeps screaming at you, but you pay little attention. You’re too caught up on your past.
>The shit that happened between you and your dad got so bad that the neighbors called child protective services.
>You’d like to say your life got better after that, but it was just the same old shit.
>You were taken in by foster parents.
>Some help they were. They would fake their expenses on you so they could get extra money from the government
>Who knew you could use a child to make a buck?
>You’re forced back to reality as a plate with burnt pancakes, comes hurtling towards your face splattering maple syrup everywhere as it makes flight towards you.
>You duck in the nick of time as it shatters against the front door with an audible noise.
>Does this bitch even know how to cook anything, other than pony ramen or burnt shit?
>You grab rainbowdash’s guitar; forcefully ripping it out of the amp being fueled by pure rage.
“DON’T TEST ME!, You won’t be using MY MONEY to get another one of these fucking things!”
>”You wouldn’t dare!!”
>Rainbowdash grabs the carton of juice from the table and throws it.
>That’s it.
>You use her guitar, the one you you bought for her, and hold it like a bat.
>Time for some baseball.
>You unleash your inner Babe Ruth and the carton explodes in a fine mist on impact. It coats the entire living room in tangy goodness.
“HOME RUN!!! Your pitching arm sucks you fucking bitch!”
>You then take the guitar and start slamming it against the wall, pounding it over and over you leave huge indentions in the wall. Drywall starts flying everywhere blanketing the room.
DID YOU SEE THAT? DO YOU SEE WHAT YOU MAKE ME DO YOU FUCKING WHORSE?
>”OH!! JUST WAIT!!! I’ll tell Twilight and the others about this shit!!!! They’ll throw your monkey ass in jail!!
“Every Time this shit happens you go running to your idiot friends, Go ahead, you can call all your technacolour fur-fucks to gang up on me! I don’t give a fuck! They won't always be there when you need help. Fuck them!
>”FUCK YOU!!”, she yells back with the same intensity.
>You stomp over to Rainbow Dash and get up in her face, towering over her with your height
“You know what, Dash? What exactly is it that you do around here? I’m honestly curious. Besides fuck up breakfast and brag about the speediest shit you ever took?”
>You point your finger in her face and sarcastically exclaim.
“Oh look at me! I’m the great Rainbow Dash! I’m so awesome I can’t even handle my boyfriend’s basic needs, like a decent breakfast or a nice fuck! Watch how fast I can fuck everything up for him!
>She forcefully bats your hand away from her face.
>”Me!? You’re the one that can’t control your fucking dick!!!
>Your face is getting red now.
>”I KNOW how you look at those other mares you FUCKING CHEATING APE!”
>You manhandle her and push her against a wall.
>A little bit harder than you meant to, perhaps.
>You two are literally spitting in each others faces
“Well if YOU put out more, maybe I wouldn’t have that problem?
>”IT NOT MY FAULT YOUR DICK IS A THIRD OF THE SIZE OF A COLT”
“LIke you could ever get any…”
>You chuckle as you give her a sinister smile.
“Baby I’m all you got! Who in their right mind would ever stick their dick in a flaming dyke like you!”
>”A two legged screw up!”
>you give her a serious look
>”Dash, you’d better shut up before you say something you’ll regret.”
>”AND for the record, I’ve fucked plenty of stallions behind your back!!”
>You’re starting to see red.
>No words can describe how angry and hurt you are right now.
>How much shit in your life are you going to take before you snap?
>You told me you were saving yourself for someone special! You told me when we were dating!
“YEAH! AND HE WASN’T YOU!!!
>In a fit of rage, your bury your fist into Rainbow Dash's face. Then you finish her off with one to the stomach.
>You drop her.
>She lands on her rump with a sickening thud.
>You’re breathing really hard now; steam is literally blowing out of your nose with every exhale.
>She’s doubled over and coughing. That shot to the stomach took more out of her than you thought
>Even with all her toughness, she’s still just a little pony
> When you argue with her you just get so mad. Sometimes you forget how much bigger you are than her.
>She wipes the blood dripping out of her nose with her forehoof. She give you the same menacing look and croaks.
>”Celestia, I w-wish I did fuck behind your back...”
>The hurt in her voice betrays the mean look she’s giving you
>She’s not lying...She really didn’t...
>Although she keeps composer, she can’t keep the tears from streaming down her eyes.
>”You’re not worth it! I CAN’T BELIEVE I EVER LOVED YOU.”
>Looks like you fucked up again.
>Looks like she’s found her voice too.
>You don’t know what to believe. You’re hurt, confused, and you just laid more than a finger on your girl.
>You’re starting to feel just like your old man.
>Are you gonna start blaming her every time things go to shit too?
>You just can’t back down….can you?
“DON’T GIVE ME THAT SHIT!!
>”LOV-ED!!! YOU FUCKING LOSER!!”
>She pick herself.
>”I wish I had never fallen in love with you. I wish you'd just get lost!!
>You lightly place one hand  in front of your face and squeeze your eyes shut.
“I’m sorry Dash, I’m a fuck up. I can’t protect you from myself. I love you, but you need get the fuck out of my house…..and this time don’t come back.
>She shuffles a bit to the door before she is able to pick her hooves up properly.
>She filings to door open and turns to look at you.
>You just look back at her….pissed as always. You just wish she could see through that mask you put up so well.
>Rainbow dash looks back at you with hatred. No matter how hard she tries to fake it, her eyes show just how weak she is.
>You just stare at each other, half expecting the other to say something….anything…..just another reason to keep her from leaving just yet.
>It feels like ages, but everything has to come to an end.
>She finally turns to the the rising sun, takes a few forceful steps while extending her wings, and takes flight.
>A harsh breeze passes through your home, picking up the crumbled bits of drywall and dust as she zooms off.
>Then she’s gone.
>You hear nothing, just the chirping of birds in the distance.
>The realization of what just happened sinks in.
>You notice a feather pass by your face.
>Following it slowly floated down, you notice it land right beside a broken picture frame.
>The picture containing you and a happy cyan pegasus with a rainbow mane.
>You pick it up and dust off the debris careful not to cut yourself on the broken shards of glass. You sit yourself down on the sofa right beside you.
>More memories come rushing back as you allow yourself to have a closer look.
>She’s got her forelegs around your neck and her cheek pressed up against yours. She’s looking at the camera with her tongue sticking out.
>You never had such a goofy grin.
>There were good times, you can’t deny that.
>It was the yearly festival in ponyville, the first day of your relationship with her.
>You’ve never been so happy in your entire life, well except when she said yes to you the day befor.
>You can't suppress that small smile as it creeps across your face, but in an instant its gone as fast as it came, it just ticks you off.
>You know this isn’t right.
>Why couldn’t the two of you just have a normal relationship?
>This has to be the worst fight you’ve ever had with her. You're hurting so bad, but you know she probably feels the same, if not worse.
>Fuck. Why do you keep doing this to her? To yourself?
>You look at the condition of your home.
>It’s a disaster, burned food smashed across the door and walls, theres broken pieces of drywall scattered across the carpet, and the broken guitar lying there shattered on the floor.
>You inspect the hole in the wall.
>Oh and now you’ve got your own personal cave.
>Fantastic.
>Your eyes settle on the broken guitar.
>You remember why you bought that thing in the first place, and it just makes you more angry at yourself.
>It was your five month anniversary of being stuck in this godforsaken fairytale world, and you had got into another huge fight. She wanted to go out and celebrate but you didn’t. Dash being her brash self wouldn’t take no for an answer.
>She tried to physically get you out of the house but you wouldn’t have any of it. You had bought her this to make up for it. You know you love her. But why do you only show it after you’ve just about bitten each other’s heads off?
>Perhaps anger is the only emotion you’re capable of showing.
>But right now you feel strangely hollow. You haven’t felt hollow in any of the other fights.
>If anything, they made you feel more alive, but they’ve never left you like this. You didn’t even feel truly alive this time, not even when you used the guitar as a baseball bat. But this isn’t just another fight is it?
>You hurt her this time. You really did.
>You start reeling over these same four thoughts.
>Maybe it’s finally over.
>Maybe you’ll both move on.
>Maybe you’ll forget each other.
>Maybe she won’t come back…
>If you just stayed away this time, maybe, just maybe neither you or her will be compelled to try and make up.
>Hope in one hand, shit in the other.
>You cradle your head in your hands.
>Perfect. Here it comes.
>You hate this part, you’d never allow anyone to see you cry like this, but you’re alone now.
>You can’t stop sobbing.
>You get to your feet,  and try to find an outlet for your anger and pain.
>You get up and start punching the walls. You don’t stop until your knuckles are bruised and bloody.
>If you’re going to cry you’re going to give yourself a reason to cry.
*End Day 1*