Luke
I felt so guilty it was killing me.
I stood in the middle of the room with half of a guitar in my hand.
Earlier, I walked into the room, and I had just got home from work. I was exhausted, and I just wanted to lay down for a while. I ran over to the empty bed, and jumped on it, landing on my back, but a sharp pain ran through me as I felt something break underneath me.
I stood up slowly, and pulled back the messed up blanket seeing Michael's guitar in pieces.
The blankets were all messed up and piled, so I didn't see his guitar. I didn't mean to break it.
I heard the door close from downstairs, so I ran out of the room, and ran downstairs.
I ran over to Michael, and hugged him tightly. "Hey babe.." He mumbled, already not in the best of moods.
"Michael I screwed up, and I'm sorry, just please don't be mad at me." I whispered, and he stepped away from the hug. "What are you talking about?" He asked, and hung up his jacket.
"I b-broke your guitar, but it was an acc-"
he didn't even listen to what I had to say before he was running up the stairs.
I felt my eyes fill up with tears. I felt so bad.
I held my hand behind my back, but felt something wet. I pulled my arm up, and saw blood. I rushed over to the mirror and saw blood coming through the back of my shirt. It wasn't too much though.
"Luke?! How the hell did you manage to do this?!" He yelled as he came downstairs into the kitchen. He angrily threw everything in the trash can and then looked back up at me.
"I didn't mean to. The blankets were piled up, and your guitar was behind them, and I jumped onto the bed, and- I'm sorry." I said, and nervously played with my fingers.
"Fucking fat ass. You broke it into like twenty different pieces." He spat, throwing away the remaining wood chips.
I just stood there silently and he looked up. "Aren't you gonna say anything?!" He yelled, causing me to jump.
"I'm sorry.." I croaked. I nervously bit my nail as he huffed.
"How would you like it if I smashed your guitar?!" He yelled, and I felt tears run over my cheeks. "I didn't mean to, Michael." I whispered.
"Speak up!" He yelled, and I jumped, keeping my eyes locked on the ground. Michael was scaring me, and I just needed him to stop yelling.
"How the hell am I gonna replace this?!" He yelled. I quickly turned around, and opened a drawer. I pulled out a box full of money I was saving since I was 17. I'm 20 now.
Its extra money I was saving to go see the northern lights with Michael one day, but that's not important anymore. We've always talked about going, and it's always been a dream of mine, but I need to give this to Michael.
"H-Here. I've been saving up my extra money for three years. It's not much because of the bills and stuff, but it'll get you a nice guitar. It's $3,654.98." I told him, and scooted it over to him.
"I'm really sorry, just please stop yelling at me." I whispered, and he looked over at me.
"You can't buy my forgiveness." He spat, and I frowned. "I know, but you can get a new one.." I said, and turned back around to close the drawer.
"Oh crap.." He said, and when I turned around he was walking towards me, so I backed up.
"Michael what are you doing?!" I asked, and you could hint the hesitation in my voice. I get pretty anxious when I get yelled at.
"Babe, stop, there's a bunch of blood on the back of your shirt." He said, so I let him turn me around, and look at it.
He began to lift up my shirt, but I snatched it down quickly. He said I was fat. I don't want him to have to see me without my shirt on. It's embarrassing.
"Luke, what the hell? Take off your shirt, you're bleeding." He said, but I shook my head. "I'll be fine.." I whispered, and turned to face him.
He quickly took my shirt off, ripping it over my head. I whimpered, and hid my stomach.
I let him clean the blood off of my back as I suffered through it.
This whole time I thought he saw me as beautiful. He told me everyday, but that was just a lie.
"Okay. The cut isn't deep enough for stitches, and the bleeding has almost stopped." He said, and I nodded. "Are you okay, Luke?" He asked, and I nodded again.
"I'm gonna go put a shirt on s-"
"The bleeding hasn't stopped babe. Just leave it for a minute. Anyway, you wouldn't wanna stretch out another shirt." He said, so I turned to him. I wasn't sure if I heard him correctly.
"What?" I asked, and he looked over at me.
"What did you just say?" I asked, and he furrowed his eye brows. "I said, you wouldn't want to ruin another shirt." He said, and I nodded.
"Luke are you sure you're okay?" He asked, and I nodded.
"I know you better than that. Luke, tell me what's wrong." He said and i felt my eyes fill up with tears again.
"You still love me, right?" I asked. "Of course I do, baby." He said and held my hands tightly.
"And you still think I'm beautiful no matter how big I am, right?" I asked, letting a tear fall from my eye.
"Luke I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called you fat. I'm such a jerk. You're not fat. But yes, I think you're beautiful no matter what."
