Your P.O.V:
You were watching The 100 when Nash came home most likely high.
"Nash! It's two am, why are you home so late?"
"Are you high right now!" You add gasping.
"Maybe I am, why do you care. And why are you asking so many questions!" He stomps his foot.
"Because I want to know what took my boyfriend so long to come home!"
"What are you doing up this late? Did you bang a guy on the counter? You little whore!" He screams.
"No! What the hell, Nash? You think I'd stoop that low?"
"What else would a little whore be doing up this late?"
"Stop calling me a whore." You say through gritted teeth. Normally you'd be more angry at him for calling you a whore, but he has no idea what he's saying right now.
"Stop being one."
"You're sleeping on the couch tonight, Grier." You told him.
"No."
"No?" You ask sarcastically.
"It's my house, you should be the one to sleep on the couch."
"But I'm the girl."
"I don't give damn if you're a girl."
"You know what I'm sleeping at
y/b/f/n's!"
"Go ahead."
"And were through." He push him.
"Good. Now you can go work the pole again."
"Your an asshole."
"And your a slut."
You scoff, and go upstairs gathering all your things. You hear him coming up the stairs, so you wipe your tears away.
"You forgot something." And then he throws your phone at you, which hits your forehead, falling on the ground cracking.
"Your paying for this." You point at your shattered phone on the ground.
He shrugs, and you pick up your phone and push past him, your bag in hand.
You storm out the door, and look back at the house.
"I cannot believe he did that." You whisper to yourself. You walk to your car, getting inside and driving away.
YOU ARE READING
magcon preferences (discontinued)
Fanficin which a book that contains everything to do with (the original) magcon. my very first story, this is written when i was in the sixth grade. is now discontinued. i will no longer update.
