Sunflower.

otto's pov

tw: abuse, blood, cursing.

not so fun times ahead my dears.

I sit on the barstool, my head in my hands as Amber paces back and forth. I don't even know what we are fighting about anymore, but I know that it has grown into something bigger than it should've ever been. "You have done nothing but whine and whine and talk and ask and ask even more. You are so pathetic- what more could you want from me?" She asks, her voice raising again. It held a shrill edge, sinking into me like knives. I turn around, the chair making a small creak as it turns with me. I flinch slightly at her loud voice, concerned that the neighbors would hear all the ruckus.

I let out a deep sigh, looking at the ground. The dark oak floors having lighter worn patches from both of our daily routines. "Amber please quiet down. I don't want the neighb-" I am cut off, again.

"Yadda yadda yadda. That's all you care about is it? How you look to other people while you leave ME in the dark and scared? I was sitting outside for two hours Otto! Tell me, where were you again?" She questions. I sigh again, rolling my eyes slightly. "Could you not hear me? Are you that deaf? Are you even listening to me now? You peice of shit say something! Anything!" She yells out, twisting around to look at me.

I stand up, trying my best to reason with her. "I was at the hospital. Brennan needed me there." I try to explain looking over at her, looking for any signs of remorse, finding none. Just rage.

"Screw that. You don't deserve to use that excuse. You dont deserve any of this. What the hell is wrong with you? I mean truly, do I really mean that little to you that you ignore eight calls and uh, I dont know thirty-seven messages?" She tilts her head, her hands balled into angry fists. "I have the right to be angry Otto, you left me outside to rot while you just were talking and having a grand ole time with your lovely bitch Brennan." She says walking towards me, I take a step back unconsciously. My heart beats quicker as she nears, my mind noting each exit and door that locks.

I looks at the floor, not wanting to meet her gaze. "I'm really sorry. Okay? I should have looked at the messages, I should have took your phone calls. But it-" Amber's hands dart out and she pushes me back. I stumble at the sudden force, catching myself on the counter.

Her voice seems to become louder, and the space around me seems to shrink with each ing moment. The once bright and lively colors turning dull. "No buts Otto. You left me. You deserve this, this is your fault. You created this arguement." She turns away from me, stomping away just to turn back around seconds later, she throws her hands up in the air. I stand back up straight, wanting to say my part. Instead only a small sigh falls from my lips. "No one could ever want someone that leaves them for someone else! No one wants you." She stands in front of me. Though she was smaller than me, it was like she was a tower. Built of the strongest bricks, never to be broken. She was looking for an answer, and no matter how many times I told her that the phone was off she doesn't believe me. She never does.

I look at her, trying my best to keep my tone kind and sympathetic. "Sunflower, I said I'm sorry. I really really am. I promise it won't happen again." A small moment of silence, of nothing. And I finally thought that was it, I thought that it was the end of the argument. Apologies would be said on both ends and the credits would roll. That was until she pushed me again. This time I didn't catch myself on the counter, I fall to the floor, my head hitting the wood with a thud. She looks down at me.

She takes a deep breath, her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth in a tight line. "How fucking dare you call me that anymore. I am not your sunflower- you worthless peice of shit. Get up. Stand up and fight back." She says grabbing the collar of my shirt tightly. "Fight back. Otto just fucking do it." Her hands ball into fists with the fabric in her clutches. "Hit me." Her words, forced out through clenched teeth. She pulls me off the ground slightly and slams me back onto it. At first my hands grab her wrists, trying to pull her off of my shirt. "I know you can do it. Get up, push me. Do it. Hit me." Tears poured out of her eyes, creating paths down her face and to her chin. It falls down onto me. Dripping to the floor. She doesn't seem to notice. Each word slips out of her mouth like venom as she pulls me back off the floor slightly and pushes me back onto it with more force. Each time a little harder than the last. "Otto just do it. Just stand up and fight back already. You have to." Then my mind catches up, and I move his hands to cover my face, there couldn't be any visible bruises. Not again. "Just do it. Hit me- please." Her words seem to tumble off, gone into a far away land. She let's go of my crinkled shirt, and I fall back to the floor for the last time. Amber takes a staggering step back with her eyes closed. She collapses to the floor, her knees pulled to her chest, and her shoulders shaking with every sob.

It takes me a moment to catch my breath again. Pain engulfed the back of my head, but that's not what I am worried about. I pull himself over beside her, wrapping my arms around her, pulling her into the best hug I could muster at the time. "I'm sorry." I croak, my usual smooth voice sounding old and worn. "I'm so, so sorry." We stay like that for a long time. Locked in a semi awkward embrace, though comforable. Every so often I would apologize again, for what I wasn't truly sure. I just knew I had to. She never once responded, she just cried harder. Though I could feel the blood clot and drip in chunks down my back and bleed through my shirt, I knew that it wasn't as important as this. The once terrible pain in the back of my head had resigned to a dull throbbing that I knew it wouldn't go away for a long time. Soon enough she ran out of tears to cry, so she just shook. Her entire body, as if it was the coldest night even though it had turned into a soft, spring morning.