Chapter 3 Three

I was reluctant but I got ready and drove myself to the Prime. Maximillian was already in the private room when I got there. He was wearing a maroon long sleeve that he rolled down to his elbows. He looks extremely handsome but his eyes were very dark and cold. Showing his arrogant nature.

He was sitting there sipping wine while scrolling through his phone. Didn't even bother to look at me. A waiter pulled a chair for me and handed me a menu.

"I ordered for you already." He said. I then cleared my throat and handed the menu back.

"What do you want to talk about?" I asked.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let my anger get the best of me. But if you only answered my calls on time." He was gaslighting me now. This was his usual tactic. He raises a hand on me, I cry, he comforts me but tells me that I provoked him. The same old pattern every single time. But even though he did it countless times, he'd still be able to manipulate and make me want to stay in the relationship. But not tonight.

"That was just a fucking phone call, Max. You don't have to be in rage every time about it. If I don't answer it only means I'm busy or not available."

"See this is the exact attitude that always gets us fighting."

I rolled my fist into a ball trying to stop my tears from falling.

"I don't want to be with you anymore Max. I'm done." I said. He then stood up, walked towards me, crouched down, and wrapped his arms around me.

"Hey, baby! I don't want to fight anymore okay?" He said in the sweetest tone.

"I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I'll never do it again."

"It never ends Max. We always get into fighting. It's not healthy."

"Hey, sshh. Don't you love me anymore?" He cooed me.

I do love him, I still do. Stupid enough to admit but that was the damn hard truth. I knew the guy for 5 years and dated him for over 2. He holds a big part of me now. But it's never enough. I could give all the love in the world to someone who would never hurt me.

"You hurt me, Max. Constantly. I don't think I can ever deal with that anymore. I'm sorry."

His eyes darkened when I said that. A dumb part of me wants to believe him.

"I already said I'm sorry Percy. Why do you have to act so fucking stupid?" He said squeezing my shoulders a little tight.

"Max, you're hurting me. Again!" I called out.

"Give me one more chance, baby." He said pulling out a black velvet jewelry box. He opened it and it was an expensive pair of earrings he bought from Tiffany and Co. I guess the bonbons have been upgraded.

I shooked my head in disapproval. This needs to end. No person should ever view love this way. This was possession and abuse, it took me two years to realize that.

"You really don't want me anymore?" He asked. His voice sounded agitated. I know at any moment the ticking bomb was about to explode and rain his wrath on me.

"You're not the person I agreed to be with."

"Well, fuck you! I'm the one who's breaking up with you. I don't even fucking like a dumb bitch like you. You should fucking go to hell. You're stupid and you always look like a whore. Is that what you like? Parading yourself in front of all these men. I'll fucking kill the man your sleeping with!" He choked my neck and I struggled to breathe. It wasn't the physical pain that got me, it was his thick sharp words that he directed at me.

Luckily the waiters entered the room and he got to his senses. They served the food but Max threw every tray on the floor and slammed the earrings he bought.

I didn't peek at him during his embarrassing fit of rage. He can never control his anger, even if there were other people. The people who served our food stood there scared.

I never liked it when he asks me to come to hang out with his friends. I always sit there like a trophy he bragged in front of them. Every time I speak my mind he'd always dismiss my thoughts. He never let me enjoy sex and would force me even when I didn't feel like it. I used to think that this is what love should look like.

Give your all to the person you love and overlook all the red flags.

The only time he actually treated me like his girl was when we were in front of Apollo. He was intimidated by him and would pass any chance to meet him.

"Can you stop? You're embarrassing."

"What did you say?"

"I said your embarrassing and your attitude is despicable. This a restaurant!" I barked at him. I then stood up crying and stormed out of the restaurant.

I walked to my car crying. I can't believe we broke up and that it was over. I was happy that the nightmare was over but was quite sad that I'd lost the person I talk to endlessly for 2 years. It was like everything was in a scramble and I was back to square one. A few moments later I caught sight of him being escorted out of the restaurant. He was still throwing a fit.

He saw me and called out.

"This is not over Persephone."

I then quickly buckled myself up and drove endlessly. I didn't really know where to go at this hour and I was already feeling kinda hungry but I didn't have any appetite after that embarrassing show he put up there.

If I go home, Apollo might ask and he might go after Max, which is what I didn't want to happen.

Not knowing where to go I decided to drive to a club and drown myself with alcohol.