My Digital Escape One Shots

Listen Here, Asshole

"All I did was ask you to do my laundry!" Bryan exclaimed. "How did you somehow manage to fuck that up?"

"Oh my god, Bryan, literally calm the fuck down," you said, irritated. "It's one fucking sock. You probably didn't put it in the basket before giving it to me."

"Hey, don't try to pin this bullshit on me. You're the one who fucked up."

"I'm going into your room, and if that sock is on the floor, I'm staying with Shannon for a few days." You began walking down the hallway towards his bedroom. Before you opened his door, he ran up behind you and cut you off forcefully, shoving you back into a wall.

"You aren't allowed to just barge into my room like that."

"But you're allowed to go through my drawers, decide what I can't say or wear, and tell me who I am and am not able to talk to? I don't see how that's fair."

"This is coming from the bitch who cheated on me with some guy from a party."

"I was peer pressured into playing spin the bottle and barely pecked him on the lips. You're the one who's cheated. I've gone into your room to wake you up on several occasions where you were naked and there was a pair of underwear on the floor that weren't mine."

"Don't start pointing blame, bitch." You pushed him back into the opposite wall, entering his room. Low and behold, there was a single white sock right in the middle of the floor. You turned back to Bryan, smirking. You then passed him, going to your room and packing up things into a small suitcase. Mostly clothes, some important things, and the fragile ones that Bryan might try to break if he were angry enough.

"You aren't leaving," he said, standing in front of the front door.

"Watch me." You tried to push him out of the way, only for him to push you back. There was no wall to catch you this time, only a carpet to trip on. You hit your head off of the ground.

"Oh god, Y/N I'm so sorry."

"You know what," you stood up, getting in his face, "I'm tired of your shit. All you ever do is criticize me and use me as your slave. I've done nothing but put up with you and try to get you to realize that I fucking loved you but all you could ever do was blame me for your problems. I've sick and fucking tired of it. I'll be back for the rest of my stuff later this week. As of right now, I'm breaking up with you."

"Y/N, please don't-"

"Save it, cunt bag."

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Sorry. I'm a little bit moody right now. It's three in the morning and I've had a lot of pent up rage inside of me.

I know this is short, but I just wanted to give you guys something. My hiatuses are like dilaudid. I try to stop but I always end up coming back to it.

Anywho, I hope you guys are enjoying these short little pieces of eh. If you like Criminal Minds, don't forget I've got a story up on Spencer Reid. I've got four chapters up right now.

Stay safe, stay strong, and stay beautiful my Lil bitchez.

Yours Truly,

Andromeda Leigh Barnett