My Nightmare

Chapter 6

**Fuck you, Eva. i'm only updating for you-R**

**Caitlin's POV**

Michael clucked his tongue beside me, shoving another huge piece of pizza into his mouth. I nodded, silently agreeing. We had been using random noises and movements to comunicate, not knowing what to say. I burnt my tongue on yet another pepperoni and yelped when the door flew open. Ashton was half carrying a pale, drunk Luke, who immediatly fled to the bathroom and got rid of the acid in his stomach. Everybody flinched at the sound of his moans and repeated vomitting. Ashton sank into the chair across Michael and ran a hand through his curls. I opened my mouth to offer him a slice when Calum clumsily stormed through.

"Fuck you!" He screamed in my face. He towered over me, as I was sitting. My eyebrows pushed together and I could feel the confusion written on my face. "Excuse me?" I asked quitely.

"You heard me!" Calum shouted, pushing away and leaning against the wall. Michael made a small noise on the back of his throat and I repeated the sound. Ashton had moved to the corner and sat on the floor by his bed, silently crying.

"Cal-" I started.

"No! Fuck you, Caity! You ruin everything for me." and before I could conprehend, I felt the wall shake and plaster flew across the room. Calum had punched the wall. His knuckled dripped red and Michael stood, awkwardly putting a hand on Cal's shoulder. "Mate, I think you drank a little too mu-"

"Shut the hell up, Michael." Calum snapped. Mike recoiled, Calum never called him fully by Michael. It was always Mike, or Mikey. His tone was so serious, Michael walked out of the room without saying anything, not even bothering to put on shoes. Ashton let out a tortured sob in the corner and Luke threw up again. I stared Calum down.

"Was that really needed?" I asked, trying to make myself big. Calum wrapped his bleeding hand in a t shirt lying on the floor.

"Caitlin, you dont own me." He said slowly. "Therefore I can do as I please."

i felt the break and my heart snapped in two. I huffed in frustration, grabbed my wallet and phone, my converese and ran out the door, following the hall Michael had gone down. I was almost to the elevator when I ran back down the hall and began shouting.

"You think youre hot shit, Calum? Well guess what? Youre just shit, simply shit! I hope you fucking rot in hell! I gave you my life! My love! You were the first person I ever wanted! And now all I want is for you to fucking fall off a cliff!" I couldnt help the angry sob and I walked out, slamming the door behind me. All I was needed right now was a talk with Luke, but by the sounds from the bathroom, that wasnt happening soon. I borded the elevator and sighed.

I think I really like America.