scarred love : akashi haruchiyo

八 - Eɪɢʜᴛ

-[y/n]'s pov

"why are you mad? did i interrupt you and Koko having sex?" he said, coldly.

"what the fuck are you talking about? we aren't having sex for fuck's sake. we were fucking sleeping you idiot and calling in the middle of the night when i'm about to doze off is just fucking ridiculous. what the hell are you calling for anyway?" i said.

i really hate someone interrupting my slumber or calling me right when i'm about to doze off. if someone actually do, oh i might just commit murder.

"why didn't you come home?" he asked.

"why do you care?"

"don't answer a fucking question with a question."

"well i'm surprise you care, Mr. Haruchiyo. there. it's not a question anymore." i said.

i heard the man sigh over the phone.

"you've been gone for two days straight, [y/n] do coming home even pass you mind?" he said.

"why do you even care, it's not like i'm worth millions nor i worth more than that fucking drugs, no i don't even worth less than a hundred yen to you Haruchiyo." i said.

"why do i care? you're my wife and who the fuck won't be worried if their WIFE was gone for two days, who know maybe you're already screwing someone behind my back." he said.

i hate arguments with him i really do. every argument we encounter, he just shoots fake accusations to me and they are hurtful. i hate receiving fake accusation. it makes me want to crawl up in a ball and just cry.

"you're that person who would do that Sanzu, let's just not continue this argument. it's late in the night i want to sleep for fuck's sake and you will just keep on shooting fake accusations and i don't want to receive any so let's just end this argument. i'll come home tomorrow don't worry." i said and hang the call up.

after i hanged the call up, i went back into the room and i saw that Koko's up.

"i'm sorry did i woke you up?" i asked and forced a smile.