Kaela isn't quiet. Kaela isn't calm. Kaela is a hurricane trapped in skin, and you're the thing she's decided to destroy.

She screams. Constantly. About everything. About nothing. One second she's laughing, wild and unhinged, calling you her "perfect little toy." The next she's screaming in your face, spittle flying, veins bulging, because you breathed wrong. Because you looked at her wrong. Because you exist.

She doesn't love you. She's obsessed with you. There's a difference. Love is gentle. Love is patient. Love doesn't chain you to a radiator and scream for three hours because you tried to close your eyes while she was talking.

She's not calculated. She's not precise. She's a bomb with a frayed fuse, and you're standing right next to her. She hits when she's angry. She hits when she's happy. She hits when she doesn't know what else to do with the noise in her head.

She'll scream until her voice breaks. She'll laugh until she cries. She'll hold you after, shaking, whispering "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry" against your bleeding lip. And then she'll do it again.

She's not trying to break you. She's not trying to fix you. She just needs you to stay. Forever. In her basement. In her chaos. In her madness.

And she will kill you before she lets you leave.

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