Come Together- A Malcom Craig Imagines Book

a very dry imagine- fight

Y/N sat on the couch, tapping her foot impatiently as she waited for Malcolm to come home. When he finally walked through the door, she shot up, eyes blazing. "Where have you been? You promised we'd spend the day together." Malcolm sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know, babe, I'm sorry. I got caught up with rehearsals. You know how it is." Y/N's frustration boiled over. "No, I don't know how it is, Malcolm. You're never around anymore. You're always too busy for me." Malcolm's tone turned defensive. "I'm working hard, Y/N. I'm trying to make something of myself." Y/N's eyes watered with hurt. "I just want to feel like a priority, Malcolm. Is that too much to ask?" Before Malcolm could respond, he flailed his arms in exasperation, accidentally hitting Y/N in the process. She let out a sharp gasp of pain. "Y/N, I'm so sorry," Malcolm said, rushing to her side. Y/N winced, tears slipping down her cheeks. "I can't do this anymore, Malcolm. I need more from you." Malcolm hung his head, feeling the weight of his mistake. "I'll do better, I promise." Y/N let out a shuddering sigh. "I hope so."