Byler Oneshots

Trust me

Will:-

"WHAT THE FUCK WILL" Mike came back and started yelling at my face, I was cooking dinner, he came behind me, before I could even say Hi, he started screaming!

"What is wrong?" I asked very worried, his face was becoming red, his eyes were wide open in shock at my words "what is wrong? Really you are asking me this?"

"Honey I really don't know!" "Don't you dare to call me honey again!"

I started looking at him, this time with frustrating eyes, "ok, then what is wrong again?"

He started walking back and forth until he came to stand near me "why would you tell mom that we're dating?"

He was hissing, his fist were becoming a ball, I was really scared that he will hit me!

I took a step back, feeling a mixture of fear and confusion. "Mike, I never told your mom that we're dating," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the rising tension in the room.

He scoffed, disbelief written all over his face. "Oh, really? Then why did she call me today, congratulating me on finding such a wonderful girlfriend like you?"

My heart sank as his words sank in. I hadn't spoken to his mom in weeks, let alone mentioned anything about our relationship. "I have no idea, Mike. Maybe there's been a misunderstanding," I offered, desperately hoping to diffuse the situation.

But Mike wasn't convinced. His anger seemed to escalate with each passing moment.

"I don't buy it, Will," Mike spat out, his voice trembling with rage. "You must have said something to her. You're always trying to ruin things for me."

I felt a pang of hurt at his words. "Mike, I would never do anything to intentionally hurt you," I protested, my voice barely above a whisper.

He scoffed, his eyes narrowing into slits. "That's easy for you to say. But this is just another one of your games, isn't it? Trying to sabotage my relationship with my mom."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I shook my head in disbelief. "Mike, please, you have to believe me. I didn't say anything to your mom. I don't know how she found out."

But Mike didn't seem to hear me. He turned away, his fists clenched at his sides. "I need some time alone," he muttered, before storming out of the room, leaving me standing there, feeling utterly alone and misunderstood.

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As Mike stormed out, the weight of his accusations hung heavy in the air. I stood there, feeling a mixture of hurt, confusion, and frustration. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I tried to make sense of what had just happened.

Part of me wanted to chase after him, But another part of me felt a deep sense of betrayal. How could Mike accuse me of something I didn't do? Did he really have such little trust in me?

With a heavy heart, I sank onto a nearby chair, burying my face in my hands.

I knew that I needed to confront Mike about his lack of trust in me, but I also feared what his reaction might be. Was our relationship strong enough to weather this storm, or had his accusations irreparably damaged the trust between us?

As the minutes passed, the weight of the situation pressed heavily on me. I knew we couldn't ignore the underlying issue any longer. Gathering my resolve, I made my way upstairs to the bedroom we shared.

Pushing open the door, I found Mike sitting on the edge of the bed, his expression conflicted.

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