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Trouble (Calum Hood)

"Would you bleed for me?"

      I would do anything for him. And I know deep down he'd do anything for me. I guess it's just that I don't always do enough for him. It's not toxic, it's just a relationship. A relationship just like others, full of sacrifice, blood, sweat, and tears. He was my first love, my first kiss, my first time....my biggest regret.

     It was a routine. I'd do something wrong, he would get angry, I would apologize, and then everything would take a turn for the worse. But then morning would arise and I'd get off the couch to find him and apologize once again. He would forgive me and we would "make up". He would kiss me on the cheek and ask if my bruises were by him but of course I denied and of course he knew. And there was always that person who knew that the bruises weren't by me. 

"Would you sit me on a couch? With your fingers in my mouth?"

"What's your excuse this time?" Calum asked, nodding towards the bruises on my legs which were draped over his own. 

"What do you mean?" I asked, acting oblivious.

"You always have some excuse for being all banged up." He laughed a bit.

"It's not an excuse, Calum. It's me being clumsy," I replied, trying my best not to make eye contact.

"Just say it, Y/N. Don't make me pull the words out of your mouth."

"What do you want me to say?" I shot back, pulling my legs away from his.

"The truth."

"This is the truth. Is it not exciting enough for you? Do you want me to lie?" 

"You're already lying enough, Y/N." I quickly got up off the couch and headed towards the door but Calum beat me there. "I'm not letting you go back there," he states, holding my hand in his.

"How'd you even know?" I asked, using my other hand to wipe away my tears. 

Calum pushed up my sleeve. "Finger marks," he whispered, looking at the finger-shapes bruises on my wrist.

I stayed.

"Let's cause a little trouble. Oh, you make me feel so weak. I bet you kiss your knuckles. Right before they touch my cheek."

"You know he'll be mad when he comes home and I'm not there," I said as Calum handed me a blanket and some clothes.

"Well he doesn't deserve to have you home to happily greet him when he comes home drunk every night," he replied, looking down. "He doesn't deserve you at all." He sat back down on the couch and I sat down next to him. 

"I don't feel good, Calum." I rested my head on his shoulder. "I feel broken, emotionally and physically." Calum put his arm around me and pulled me closer. "He says he loves me." Calum shook his head. "I bet he kisses his knuckles before they touch my cheek." 

"But I've got my mind, made up this time. Cause there's a menace in my bed. Can you see his silhouette?"

"I don't want to go back," I whispered. 

"You won't," Calum assured me. 

"How did I ever let a menace sleep in the same bed as me?"

"You remember when you were little and you would always beg your mom to sleep at my house because you thought there were monsters hiding under your bed?" I nodded. "Well I guess there was a monster hiding in him too."

"I guess so."

"Would you lie for me? Cross your sorry heart and hope to die for me?" 

We were both woken up by pounding on the front door. "Hood, open up!" 

"Shit," I whispered, scrambling up from the couch. 

"Go hide upstairs." He nodded his head towards the staircase.

"He's gonna kill you if he finds out I'm here."

"Rather me than you." There was another pounding on the door. 

"Calum-"

"Go," he ordered. I quickly made my way up the stairs as quietly as possible. Once i was out of sight, Calum opened the door. "Sorry I took so long, dude. I was slee-" 

"Where's my girlfriend?" 

"Y/N?" He didn't reply. "Haven't seen her in a while man, sorry." He scoffed and walked away. Calum shut the door, locked it, and watched him through the peephole until he was long gone. "Y/N," he yell-whispered. I cautiously made my way back downstairs and hugged him with tears in my eyes. 

"Thank you," I whispered, into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on my head. "Calum, I'm scared." I can't believe I started all this trouble.