Always Yours

RYAN POV My smile widens with each step forward to the love of my life house. I have finally gathered the courage to propose to the love of my life, Dorothy Birlem. Even though I'm not financially buoyant, she still stood by me, helping me business-wise and in other aspects. Tightening my hold on the bouquet of roses, I make a promise never to let her slip from my hands. I get to the door unlocking it with my spare key. Entering the house, I notice the house is unusually quiet. Normally, I would be hearing Dorothy bustling around the house, humming her favourite song,Demons by Imagine Dragons after a long day at work but today is as quiet as night. My ears immediately perk up hearing someone sniffle. I trace the sound to the kitchen and the bouquet of roses fall down from my hands when I see Dorothy in a corner crying. I immediately go to her, holding her in my arms. "Dorothy? What's wrong?" She cries more hearing my voice and my heart breaks at every sound. I rock her trying to calm her down. After some minutes. She gets a hold of herself. Releasing herself from my hold, she sits uptight. "Dorthy, what's wrong?" I ask again becoming really worried "He...Ryan he..." she hiccups and I stand up to get her a glass of water. She gulps it down taking a deep breath afterwards. "Talk to me babe" I coerce her "He hurt me, Ryan" she looks at me, tears falling down her eyes. I reach my hand up to wipe it as my heart clenches when another tear drops. "Who, Dorothy?" "Gordalez" my fist clenches together. Gordalez is her boss and she once told me how he flirts and tries to s*x talk with her. I got really riled up one time and wanted to confront him but Dorothy stopped me promising she'll make sure he stops. Seems like she broke her promise. "He almost r***d me Ryan. I got out in time otherwise..." she broke down in tears. I saw red. My body boiled in anger and I wasted no time in standing up, ready to cause a thunderstorm. This time, Dorothy didn't stop me. DOROTHY POV I didn't stop him. I know I should have but I really wanted Ryan to teach him a lesson, maybe beat him up a little to teach him a lesson. I'm quitting my job, not like I needed it anyway because my father is one of the world's billionaire and has lots of properties around the world. I just wanted to do something and not seem spoiled.The job isn't bad, it's actually my passion. I love working in a office being busy all day. I love my work but I hate my boss. He makes my day at work so frustrating that the work itself tires me. He went to far this time and this would be the last time such will happen. I don't know for how long I stayed in the kitchen bawling my eyes out but I stood up after few minutes when Ryan left the house boiling with anger. Ryan. I love him. Though he may not have much but I know he really loves me and I love him equally. We've been together for almost 3 years and I can proudly say those have been the best years of my life. I decide to take a shower because I'm feeling sweaty and partially because there's a part of me that wants to scrub Gordalez touch off me. After spending almost all eternity in the shower, I finally stepped out. Walking to my closet I put on a grey hoodie and shorts, wanting to feel comfortable. A noise from the kitchen distracts me from my thoughts while dressing up. I hastily finish dressing and walk out of the room to check the cause of the noise, ignoring the other side of me which wants to cower in fear. I won't give him the satisfaction of seeing how much I've been damaged. I don't care whether he's here or not, I'll stand strong. I breathe out a deep sigh when I see it's Ryan. I run to him, immediately jumping in his arms. He immediately hugs me just as tight as I do. "I missed you" I whisper as we move apart. He smiles which confuses me as I don't see the usual glow in his eyes. My eyes move over his body trying to look for any reason of discomfort but my breath hitches when I see his hands covered with blood "Ryan?" Slowly, I look up at him hoping he looks just as surprised as I am. I'm however dissapointed when I see guilt all over his face. "I didn't mean to" he croaks out and my heart breaks when I hear how heartbroken he sounds "I was just so angry and I couldn't stop. I wasn't in control Dorothy. I continued hitting him and when I gained control of myself, it was too late" the guilt paved way for anger as he continues telling me what happened. I wanted to hug him, to tell him it's okay but I couldn't move. It felt like I was in a trance. I started thinking of all the things that could go wrong. I couldn't move even when Ryan called out for me. The last thing I remember before succumbing to darkness was Ryan guilt-stricken face.