Once again, I reached the bottom and got the flask from his bag.
"Chuck it up," He ordered me. This made me anxious. I was terrible at throwing.
"Here's goes nothing," I mumbled to myself under my breath. I grabbed the flask at the bottom and went to throw it up before a tangy stench filled my lungs. I looked down and saw that the lid of the flask hadn't been on properly! The alcohol had spilt all over the floor! I gasped and dropped the flask seeing the rage in his eyes.
"Oh my fucking god! Jesus Christ Layla, can't you do anything right?" He screamed at me as he began charging down the tree. Shit! I began to run. Back to Chloe. She wouldn't shout at me. I only managed to run a few meters before I large hand grasped my arm tightly and pulled my back, swinging me around. Callum held an arm each of mine with a hand each of his and bent down to eye level with me. I could smell the same horrendous tangy stench in his breath than what was in the flask.
"Layla! You stupid little girl! You fucking useless piece of shit! You can't do anything! You can't even god damn walk without ruining your clothes and cutting yourself up!" He spat in my face and his grip tightened on my arms, causing pain. His face fully red. "Now who's gonna have to wash them clothes? Huh? That's right. Me! You weak coward! You should be able to climb a flippin' tree! It's not difficult! I brought you here cus I thought you were mature enough to do a simple task like that but I guess not? Hmm?" He shouted louder, his grumbling voice echoing through my ears as I began to cry once again. "Stop crying you worthless prick!" She shook me hard, making me feel a bit sick but I couldn't stop. "I swear to god, stop crying or I'll gouge your eyes out! Then you can have something to cry about!" He threatened me before releasing me and pushing me to the floor. He walked away rubbing his head and I just sat, my head in my hands.
"And then you just go ahead and spill my fucking drink!" He lunged back at me, frightening me. "Do you know how expensive that stuff can be? Huh? Yeah, a lot! I'm not having my money thrown away by some 11 year old twat!" He slapped the side of my head, so hard it made me fall to the side, landing on my already grazed and bruised elbow. I but my tongue, trying to keep as quiet as possible. And that was the end of it. He climbed back up his tree with a lunchbox and ate up there whist I cowered to a nearby tree and sat up against it. It was not until late at night when it was almost pitch black that he dragged me back to the tent to re-join the sleeping Chloe, Holly and Louisa.
I hated camping. I hated tree climbing. I hated the woods. I hated Callum.
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