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His entire family was dead, every one of them.
But before that, there was you.
You, a simple girl, and him, a rich asshole.
It was meant to be a typical love story, your Cinderella story.
But it was cut short.
You had enough of his behaviour about two years into your relationship.
When all the drugs started. When all the men and women started to flood his home.
When your home became a junkie palace.
In the beginning, you tried to enjoy it, you wanted to stay by his side, so of course you stayed.
But then, you had enough and left.
Your heart broke, you had to leave him, but it was the best for both of you.
The arguments stopped, he could be who he wants to be, and you, you went back to work.
But then, one day, you met a woman.
She promised you that she would save Prospero in exchange for something of yours.
At first, you laughed at her, but then, the things she told you, you took her deal.
The Usher bloodline was supposed to end. A debt was to be paid, but you got the chance to save him.
And you took the deal.
The deal, a life for a life.
You sacrifice someone near and dear in order to save him.
You were confused if this mysterious woman even knew about your mother, and what she had done. She must know.
And yet, she wanted her.
So, you agreed.
You agreed to give up your drunken, abusive mother, for your ex who rather hosts an orgy.
Yet, you never expected to get the call about him and his injuries.
Prospero needed a caretaker and his father directly asked for you before his death.
You were stunned.
But you also knew you had no choice.
So, you were there when he was still in the hospital, you were there when he was let out of the hospital.
And, you lived in his apartment now. You cooking him breakfast, which he barely touched.
He didn’t look at you, during the day, didn’t even acknowledge your presence most of the time.
But you were okay with that.
And during the nights, you slept in the same bed. His huge bed, which you were sure would blind people under a UV lamp.
And yet you slept in it.
It wasn’t like he didn’t have another room, but you preferred to be close since he woke up many times due to pain and you had to give him meds.
You changed the bandages on his shoulders and arms.
He didn’t say a single word.
Until one day.
You were in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for the two of you when he came out of his bedroom.
“You really are a desperate bitch. What have you done to my father so he would make sure you are included in his will?”
You turned at looked at Prospero.
No word came out of your mouth, his words were so hurtful.
“I mean, you must have done something.”
“He called me, he told me that you are in need of help.”
“I threw you out long before that tho.”
“You sure did. You threw me out because I was too normal, because I didn’t fit into this… madness of yours.” you said, anger slowly getting the better of you.
“Madness? You were just too plain. Like some unseasoned chicken! I wanted to have fun, I wanted to have more! More than anyone could ever have.”
“And look where that took you.” he scoffed at your response.
“And look at you, Y/N. My father paid you for all of this, and you so obediently came to my rescue, right?” your anger blinded you by his words. It was all money money money, with him.
You hated that.
“Even if your father didn’t pay, I would have.”
“Don’t make me laugh!” he yelled.
“I would have because I love you, Prospero.” there it was. All of your feelings and frustrations on a plate, served right to him. “For the last year, all I have been doing is reading every fucking article, I created fake profiles so I can check your social media. I even went to the clubs you went to because I wanted to see you. I love you, and I know I could have never been enough for you. I didn’t fit into this world of yours. I told you, I don’t share, I don’t compromise. I wanted you all to myself. I do agree with you. I am pathetic. I truly believed I could help you.”
“You came into my life again after I told you to fuck off. You spend your days here, cooking, playing house-wife or whatever and then during the night you sleep next to me and cuddle me just like you used to.”
“As I said, I agree with you, I’m pathetic.” you said as tears fell from your eyes, you quickly whipped them. “I will leave you alone. You healed enough already, you can take it from here.” you stormed into the bathroom, crying as you put your stuff into your bags.
“What are you doing?” he came in after you, watching you throwing your things away.
“I’m leaving. You won’t have to deal with my pathetic ass anymore. You can call as many whores as you wish.”
“Stop calling yourself that! I never said you were pathetic!”
“Do you know, what I went through? Do you know what I gave up to save you?! I gave her my mother and my sister! For your life! And you call me a desperate bitch? I am one okay? I am so desperately in love with you, it blinded my judgement.” you said with all the anger you had inside.
“What are you talking about?” he asked with a confused voice.
“Nothing.” you said as you closed your suitcase.
“You never loved me, you loved my money or rather, my father’s money.” you chuckled.
“Just how much did all those drugs fuck up your mind? Or was it one of your many lovers convincing you so they can feast on your money? Use your fucking brain Perry.” you grabbed your bags and went to leave but he followed you.
“What did you mean you gave up your sister for my life?” his tone was now a lot calmer. But when you didn’t answer him, he grabbed your wrist and made you turn around, you looked at him and he noticed the tears in your eyes.
“It doesn’t matter anymore. It was an exchange. And I agreed.” you whispered as his fingers moved from your wrist to your palm and locked with your fingers.
You could tell he was confused, of course he was.
You were confused yourself.
You looked at him, eyes meeting his.
“Is that… is that why I don’t have any withdrawal from the… drugs?” he asked and you nodded. “Is that why I got out of an acid rain?” you nodded again. “Why?” came his last question.
“Because I love you.” your answer was simple yet true. He pulled you into a hug.
His arms tightened around you.
“Thank you.” he whispered into your hair and you nearly broke down crying. “I’m not letting you go ever again.”
“I know.” you said.
You would have to live with this guilt. With the fact that he wouldn’t have been in love with you. Truth was, you really sold your sister for his love and not his life. In exchange for his love, so he would forever be in love with you, never leave you, and never cheat on you. You sacrificed something great.
But maybe the woman was right, humans are very selfish.
And you proved her just right.