Forbidden Love #ON HOLD# (Book #1 of the Cursed With A Forbidden Love Series)

Chapter 14

Hey guys! I know that I said that I'd upload this chapter like a week ago or something but I decided that I didn't want this to be a small chapter. This is shorter than my normal chapters but don't let that dissuade you from reading!

WARNING!!!

THIS MAY CAUSE A TRIGGER!!!  YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED AND I HOLD NO RESPONSIBILITY FOR ANY HARM THAT HAPPENS TO YOU AFTERWARDS.

ANYTHING RELATIVE TO YOU IN THIS CHAPTER OR IF BY CHANCE THIS HAS INDEED HAPPENED TO YOU BEFORE THEN I AM SORRY BUT IT IS ENTIRELY COINCIDENTAL.

MY CONDOLENCES TO ANYONE WHO HAS HAD TO SUFFER FROM THIS IN THERE CHILDHOOD.

ABUSE IS ABUSE WHETHER IT BE MENTALLY, PHYSICALLY OR EMOTIONALLY AND I HATE IT IN EVERY FORM.

BUT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED SO PLEASE NO HATE COMMENTS.

But nonetheless, sorry for it being uploaded late and I hope you enjoy xxx

Chapter 14

Callum

"I can't believe you..." Chelsea said, looking at Hannah with so much sadness in her eyes that I felt it too.

It tore me apart even more when she turned on her heel and left.

I sighed, sadly, and stood up. But before I could go after her, Jayden latched himself onto my arm, using immense strength to pull me to a stop.

"Dude, let her cool off." Jayden said, trying to get me to sit down.

I tore away from his grip and stared after where she went. "No, I...I hurt her. I need to apologise...for a few things."

I followed her around the corner and caught a glimpse of her pink hair going into the girls bathrooms. I faulted a little. What if other girls were in there? It would ruin my reputation! But the image of Chelsea near tears made me go in there anyway.

"Chelsea...?" I called out, looking for her.

A shuffle of feet brought my attention to one of the bathroom doors. All of them were empty apart from 1 which I guess had Chelsea in it. Thank God we were alone.

"Chelsea?" I asked again, softly knocking on the stall door with my knuckle.

There was a sniffle and more shuffling. "C-Callum? Go a-away."

I sighed and rested my hip against the door. "Come on." I paused, trying to choose my words carefully. "I'm sorry. Just come out."

"I don't care how sorry you are! I hate you! I hate everything to do with you!"

It was as if someone had plunged a knife deep into my heart. I couldn't understand it. I'd never been told no before. It was a difficult change to deal with.

"I hate that you sit at that table with those meathead jocks that couldn't outsmart a potato! I hate that you have girls pining over you and you don't even give them a second glance or put them down nicely. You just give them false hope. I hate that you constantly hang around with the jocks in the gym and don't put an ounce of effort into your school work when you have the potential to do so much more."

To say I was shocked was an understatement. "Chels, I-"

"I hate that you put up with Trina who has shagged so many people that I'm surprised she hasn't got an STD yet! I hate that you have your Porsche outside in the school parking lot and you flash it around when the rest of us have to actually work for years to be able to afford a crappy Ford Transit van."