𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍, 80s, 90s, 00s

david mccall 🌑

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"I don't understand why you're so mad, David!" I shouted from the parking lot. He was dragging me to his car by my arm with this look of pure anger written across his face. I didn't understand what I did wrong. I went out to dinner with my friend, that's all!

"You cannot be out with other guys, Y/N! You can't! Get in the car." His words were cold and made me feel empty. I couldn't help but begin to cry in the middle of the parking lot.

"No!" I cried at him tearing away from his strong grip, "No! I won't get in the car. Leave me alone." My voice cracked with fear. David's eyes were dark and gloomy. It's like he was a different person.

"Now you want me to leave you alone? Maybe you shouldn't have gone out with another guy behind my back. Get in the car." He sternly said. I didn't listen but began running away from him and through the long stretch of trees. He always does this, he always snaps. I couldn't handle him anymore. I just ran home, feeling sick to my stomach at the boy who I fell in love with. I don't know how I managed to run all the way back to my house, but I did. The fear I felt wasn't like anything I've felt before. It drove me crazy.

"Jesus Christ, Y/N! Where were you? We've been worried sick!" My dad yelled at me as soon as I got through the door. My curfew was at 7.... I know, crazy. It's currently 11:30 at night. Of course I'm fucking late. I couldn't help but let some tears fall down my face.

"I just lost track of the time—" I was cut off by my father.

"I don't care! You should've been checking every now and then! Don't ever stay out late like that again, I was scared out of my mind!" He always acts like I do this all the time. Like I never do anything right at all.

"I'm just the worst child in the world huh? I never do anything up to your expectations. You ask so much of me, and I try so hard to fulfill the things you need. But.... I'm done sitting around and letting this happen. Fuck you, dad! Fuck you and your stupid fucking rules!" I cried with my voice rising with every word. I wasn't in any state of mind to deal with this.

"You can take that language straight to your bedroom, young lady. If you ever think your seeing David again your wrong. He's such a bad influence on you—" my dad just had to bring up David. He always does. And I know I just fought with him, but I couldn't help but defend him every time.

"It's not about David! Nothing is about David. I love him, and he loves me. Leave me alone!" I shouted at him wiggling out of his tight grasp on my arm and running out the front door. To my surprise, David's car was parked there and he was in the drivers seat. My dad was running after me.

"Y/N... what's going on?" David asked referring the tears and my angry dad.

"Just get me out of here." I breathlessly said hopping into the passenger seat.

"Don't you dare leave, Y/N! You leave now, you don't even think about coming back!" My dad yelled as David swerved out of the driveway and left the house. God, what did I just fucking do?

"I just c-came to apologize.... I don't know—" David started as we drove down the road.

"I love you, David." I cried burying my face into his chest as I hugged him. I didn't even remember what we were fighting about.