"he doesn't even want me.." I mumbled to myself, "that can't be true.."
I sprinted upstairs, "Dylan, leave him the fuck alone!" Luke yelled from the kitchen.
I ignored him and slammed Michaels door open, "you don't even want me, fucking really?!"
Michael stood up, "yes really, you lying whore!"
"I never even lied about anything!"
"you still fucked me over so fuck you!" he said inching closer to me.
"you're a selfish piece of shit."
he laughed, "ahh yes, I'm the fucking selfish one! it's always me!"
"you're a disgusting no good dick, who does nothing but use your fucking girlfriends for sex."
"haha maybe only you, I've done that too."
my heart sunk to my stomach, "are you fucking kidding me?"
"no.. no, are you kidding me?"
"only me?" I asked, "I was told that from the begging."
"oh okay, mhm." he said.
I slapped MICHAEL in the face, "never fucking talk to me like that!" I yelled, "fuck you."
I tried running out but he grabbed my arm and dragged me back, "never fucking hit me, you disgusting cunt."
"we're over."
he laughed at me again, "you'll come crawling back like you always fucking do, I have nothing to worry about."
"not this time!"
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a few months later lololol
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I sat down on the couch next to Michael, we haven't talked since the fight. months ago.
he glared over me and didn't shift away this time, he put his hand on my thigh.
"Dylan, I'm still upset over the things that were said in the fight but I said worst things and I'm so so sorry."
"michael I fucking hit you, and also cheated on you. it was me. I-im sorry."
he looked at me and smiled, "who knew it would be me to apologize?"
"we'll always be together. there are ups and downs but..-"
he cut me off and kissed me.
"I love you, babygirl." he smiled.
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this sucked :((( sorry.
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