*Mike’s POV*

Chester Bennington…God, how I hate him…and yet, I can’t stand to be without him. Sure he can beat the fuck outta me, sure he’s done it before. But it only happens when he’s drunk. There are the other times, times when he’s so loving…so gentle…so caring. Have I tried to leave? Yes, I have. But somehow, I always end up back in his strong, loving, yet forceful grip. Why? I ask myself the same question.

We got a love thing, you try to leave me

But you need me, can’t you see you’re addicted to me?

We got a love thing, I can take you higher

Fuckikn’ wit me, you can be all you can be…

I remember this one time when Chester came home drunk off his ass and in a bad mood.

FLASHBACK

I heard the door slam shut and Chester yell, “Goddamnit!”

I began shaking. I rose up onto my feet and went to greet him. “What’s wrong, baby?” I asked.

“They fuckin’ fired me! Now what the fuck am I supposed to do for money???”

“Chaz, I’ll get a job. I’ll support us.”

He scoffed. “Like hell you will! Your only job is to stay here!”

“Baby, please, I can do it.”

“Did I say you could talk?”

“I’m sorry…”

“Yeah, I bet you’re really sorry. You worthless piece of shit!”

That’s when it happened. He raised a hand a connected it to the side of my face. I stumbled backward, my face stinging from the force of his blow.

He punched me in the face and knocked me to the floor. Then he advanced toward my body and grabbed my shirt. “Chester? Where are you taking me?”

“Do you love me?”

“Of course I do.”

“You’re gonna prove it.” Then he dragged me to the bedroom and commanded me to get the fuck on the bed.

I never thought my first time would be rape…by my own boyfriend.

We have a love thing, you treatin' this like it’s just a fling

What we have is more sacred than a vow or a ring

You broke my heart, you dirty bitch I won't forget what you did

If you give birth, I'll already be in love with your kids

Listen, I don't give a damn if your ass start smokin'

But we have a bond and its not to be broken…

Then he showed me his other side. After he raped me, he kissed me and told me he loved me.

END FLASHBACK

That’s where I am now. I can feel the cold steel of the gun in my hands. It’s funny how something so small can cause so much grief, so much death.

The phone is ringing, but I barely hear it. The answering machine picks up. “Hey, it’s Chester and Mike, we’re not here right now obviously, so you know what to do and when to do it.” Then Chester’s voice…angry.

“Mike, if you don’t fucking pick up the goddamn phone, I swear that I will beat you fucking senseless.”

Too bad he won’t have anyone to take his anger out on anymore.

I shove the barrel of the gun in my mouth…and pull the trigger.

Blackness.

We got a love thing, you try to leave me

But you need me, can't you see you're addicted to me

We got a love thing, I can take you higher

Fuckin' with me, you can be all you can be…

END