Heartless Love

Chapter 9- We Need To Talk

Callahan's POV

I woke up to tear stained cheeks. I checked my phone it was noon. I knew had to call Clara, as promised, but didn't have it in me.

I sat in bed looking around at the room and noticed the mirror was cracked. I looked at my hands and saw that my right hand was covered in cuts.

I don't even remember last night.

I cupped my face with my hands and sighed, causing tears to form in my eyes. I let them run down my face I couldn't stop myself.

I stayed in bed all day thinking about what I've done but the longer I waited to call Clara the worse my guilt became.

I checked my phone for the first time since this morning. I had 1 message from her.

"Call me whenever. I need to know what's wrong."

I ended up clicking her contact to call her but backed out last second. I texted her back,

"I'm sorry."

She responded right away,

"Just fucking call me please before I drive over there, Callahan."

I couldn't bring myself to call her and 15 minutes later there was a hard knock at my door. I got up for the first time today.

Through the peephole I saw Clara waiting impatiently for me to open the door.

"Just go home, Clara." My voice was in obvious distress.

"No! Open the door!" She crossed her arms.

I unlocked the door and walked away as Clara barged in.

"Why are you still in your underwear? It's literally 1:00, Callahan!" She picked up my clothes from last night off the floor.

"I didn't need you to come over and just criticize me." I sat on the bed and watched her.

"Callahan, I'm sorry that I'm worried about you! Even my brother is stressing over you. And you didn't answer my text all morning!"

"I was asleep Clara!" Her eyes finally looked around the room.

"Are you seeing another girl? Why is your room a mess? Is that why you left abruptly last night? Do you not love me anymore?!"

God! That word. Why does she constantly have to use it?

"Maybe I am? What are you going to do about it Clara?" I put my head in my hands out of frustration.

She was taken aback by my comment. Tears formed in the edges of her eyes. I shot up and stood next to her.

"No Clara I didn't mean that. I wasn't serious." She didn't even look at me.

I walked over to her trying to embrace her but she stepped back,

"Don't fucking touch me! You're an asshole, Callahan! Go fuck your other girl."

Why did I even say that.

She started storming out of the room,

"You're not going to come in here, yell at ME and then leave mad at me!" I had enough of this.

I grabbed her wrist pulling her towards me. I pushed her against the wall and shortened the space between our faces breathing down her neck and whispering,

"You're not leaving until we're good." I growled and her eyes widened.

Clara's POV

I couldn't believe Callahan would grab me like that.