Now I know we said things
Did things
That we didn't mean
And we fall back
Into the same patterns
Same routine
But your temper's just as bad
As mine is
You're the same as me
But when it comes to love
You're just as blinded
Baby please come back
It wasn't you
Baby it was me
Maybe our relationship
Isn't as crazy as it seems
Maybe that's what happens
When a tornado meets a volcano
All I know is
I love you too much
To walk away though
Come inside
Pick up your bags off the sidewalk
Don't you hear sincerity
In my voice when I talk
Told you this is my fault
Look me in the eyeball
Next time I'm pissed
I'll aim my fist
At the dry wall
Next time
There will be no next time
I apologize
Even though I know it's lies
I'm tired of the games
I just want her back
I know I'm a liar
If she ever tries to fucking leave again
I'mma tie her to the bed
And set the house on fire
Just gonna stand there
And watch me burn
But that's alright
Because I like
The way it hurts

Just gonna stand there
And hear me cry
But that's alright
Because I love
The way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie

How true that song really was. It was amazing, because neither was the type to get so angry or to have that type of a relationship. But they brought it out of each other...

Carlos Oliveira was a gentleman, though he flirted too much for the liking of his wife. Oriana Oliveira was too kindhearted, yet she was still hung up on her first love, a dead man named Luis Sera. However, the problems didn't stop there. Carlos was getting to the age where he wanted to have a child, but she couldn't have her own. Their friends had long since forgiven her for trying to kill them, but there was still a distance between them all. He turned to drink to ease the pain, and she...She was much less legal.

"Honey," Oriana looked at her husband after they had gotten back from dinner with the Redfield family, "Do you think that they...Chris...Does he still hate me?"

Carlos rolled his eyes, "Ora, you have to get over that! What makes you think that he hates you now?"

She frowned, "You would have seen if you weren't drowning yourself in liquor!"

His entire body bean to shake with rage, "You know why I drink."

"It's not my fault I can't get pregnant!" She started to cry.

"If he was still alive, you know that you would try much harder to have a baby!" He resented Luis more than the Devil resented God for his fate, "That bastard told you to move on, didn't he?"

She slapped him across the face, "I married you, didn't I?"

He couldn't hold himself back anymore, "You stupid junkie whore!" He raced after her as she tried to run away.

She got to the top of the stairs when he grabbed her by the ankle. He pulled her down partway, picking her up and slamming her into the wall. His breath was hot on her neck and smelled heavily of vodka. She saw weak with withdrawal, her body buckling inwards as he slammed her into the wall again. Her head hit the edge of a picture frame and she began bleeding profusely.

"I'm sorry, so, so, so sorry." She crumpled against him as she was rammed into the wall.

He threw her down the stairs. She didn't get back up. He thought that she was faking it, so he tossed her into the glass table, not sure what broke what. She didn't get up...

The next morning, sporting a killer hangover, Carlos saw that Oriana wasn't in bed with him. Panicking for her safety, he rushed to find her. He didn't have to look far: She was face down in the bathtub, water flowing over the edges around her waist and legs.

"Oh, my God! Oriana? Honey? Dear? Oriana?" He pulled her back, her blue, bloated skin telling him that it was too late to do anything to save her.

He shot himself in the head, holding her in his arms...

Disclaimer: Resident Evil is the property of Capcom, inc. Song: "I Love The Way You Lie".

A/N: Violence is bad, m'kay. So is drinking and/or marrying an artificial human. Also, though I am using the characters from "My Very Own", this is not what their future has in store for them. This is just a story to demonstrate the possible outcome of a violent love/hate relationship.

Freakin' pen!