Leave Me Alone!

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*Stars's POV*

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, of course Pres ran into the room I was in and hid in the bathroom. I heard Mia's crying, because she heard yelling. Presley is sobbing in the bathroom and she unlocked then locked the door so there was no way out of this guest room, soon to be Ash's.

The doorknob started to jiggle and I stood there like I had just seen a ghost. Calum Thomas Hood. He came in bruised face, black eye, eyebrow and lip torn up. I know I should feel bad. But no I'm not. Anger boiling up inside me, along with hatred, and disrespect.
He tried to come closer to me and I just backed away.
"Babe. Please let me explain." Cal said, sincerity in his voice.  I just ignored him and kept walking until I hit a wall.
"Babe-" cal tried to say something until I cut him off.
"IM NOT YOUR BABE!" I screamed at him. I ran and started to bang on the bathroom door, but it wouldn't budge.
"Starlet Monique Sinder!" Calum yelled.
"Stop it!" He demanded through his gritted teeth. I kept hitting it until I feel to the ground in tears.

"Why?" I asked/hiccuped in tears.
"Why what?" Cal asked clearly annoyed, for what ever reason.
"Why the fuck did you have to hit I'm Calum?" I asked full of curiosity, but still crying.
"He hurt you." He answered rather bluntly.

"THAT DOES NOT GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO GO AND HURT YOUR BEST FRIEND! HIT ME OR NOT! IT WAS A FREAKING ACCIDENT! HE HAD A LOT ON HIS MIND. SO THAT GIVE YOU TE RUGHT TO PUNCH HIM. Huh, Calum, huh??" I asked/ yelled at him.

He looked at me, hurt in his eyes. He started at them for awhile until I got close enough to him to hit him. I can barley reach his chest so i started slapping his chest as hard as possible. Clenched first bounded into his chest and he just stood there. I'm crying, I'm a mess, and he is just standing there, all glassy eyed. Ugh!

He grabbed my fist and tried to pull me in for a hug. Instead I kicked him in the balls and he fell to the ground holding his family jewels. I yelled for Presley and we headed out of the room.

I left him there, lying on the ground, wondering, 'why the hell would I do this.'

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