Not such a frantastic life

Upset

Connor's POV-

As I stormed out of the hospital, I pulled my keys out of my pocket and unlocked my car door. I climbed inside and started it up. I started to reverse and my phone rang. The screen read Lydia, with a heart after it. I declined it. She called 7 more times, all were declined. 15 texts and still counting, and 2 voicemails. Wow she really wants to talk to me, huh? Well why doesn't she just go fucking talk to Trevor? Her precious fucking Trevor. Lydia's words played over again in my mind again.

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"Are you deaf?" I asked her waving my hand in her blanked face.

"No but you're an ass." She stated

"And you're a dependent snob." I fired right back loudly. A crowd has gathered around us. Including a few nurses and doctors, obviously amused.

"Connor, I really don't want to start this here or now." She said, shocked, along with her friends.

"Why? Because you know I'm right?"

"No, because I don't want to talk about certain things in public right now."

"Like what?" I asked snottily.

"Like how I'm far from the dependent one in our relationship."

"Psh. Funny one Lyd." I laughed.

"Really funny huh? Funny how my father bought our house, allowed you to live with us, while your father was probably off getting drunk." She stated harshly putting emphasis on the difference between our fathers. Everyone's jaws dropped at my words. Including mine. As soon as she saw what her words did to me, regret traveled across her face.

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I shivered at her harsh ass words. How could she say that to me? I know that I haven't done much for our relationship, but damn, I was going to try to pay Tyler back for what he's done for me. And the way she said that to me, she doesn't deserve shit from me. I wish I could just go get my shit from our house.

Yes! That's what I'll do, go get my shit, show her how fucking independent I really am. I'll check into a cheap hotel for a couple of days.

I turn the car around and head towards our house. I rush inside, trying to hurry before she gets back. The living room is just as it was before. Bloody and messy. I can't let her see what he did to her. We may be in a disagreement, but shit, no one deserves to see this after it happened not even a week ago. I grab a warm wash cloth and pour some Dawn Dish soap and Bleach on it and scrub away at the dried blood on the hardwood floor. I pick up the thrown couch cushions and place them back where they belong. There, that looks a lot better. I rush upstairs and pack 3 bags of clothes. I grab my stash of money from a old shoe box in the closet. Nobody except for me knows about it. I stuff it into my pocket as I grab a heavy jacket and a couple of black beanies. I grab my bags and sprint downstairs. I grab my keys that rest on the side table and lock the door behind me.

Lydia's POV-

Trevor, who previously got his permit, did the curtsey and drove me home. Emliee tagged along with us. When we arrived at our house, Trevor and Emliee shared ooo's and ahh's and they stared my house down complimenting everything. As Trevor parked, I noticed Connor's car wasn't in the extended driveway where it usually is. Right next to mine.

We approached the door and as I tried to open it, it was locked. It wasn't locked before I left. I made sure of it. I dug my keys from my bag and unlocked the door, as we entered, the living room smelled of Bleach and soap. The living room was clean. I'm pretty sure blood was on the wooden floor waiting to be cleaned along with the rest of the living room. But it was clean. Connor must have cleaned it while I was still in the hospital. I walked up to Connor and I's bedroom and I noticed that his clothes weren't in the closet. I opened the dresser and those were gone too. He must still be mad. I would be too. Shit, your partner to tell you how bad of a father you have when you already know it. I'm mad at myself. Mad and disappointed. That really wasn't called for. I decided to text Connor, he probably won't respond but I don't care.

** Hey Conner. I saw that you took some stuff with you. I just wanted you to know that I didn't mean to say that. My subconscious was taking control. Lame excuse, I know. I know you're upset with me, I'm upset with me too. I'm so sorry for what I said. I don't love you any less than I did before we got in this argument. I know I was in the wrong for this, and you do a lot for me. More than I could ask for. I hope you feel the same way before all of this. Love you lots, Lyd. **