Homicide // A.I.

Chapter 35

[ Calum’s POV ]

This morning I woke up with a headache, probably all the drinking that happened last night. Ever since I saw Ange kiss that guy my days have been wake up, shower and get dressed, go to bars and get wasted, sleep, and repeat. I honestly regret doing this with my life but it was the only way I can cope with the grief.

When I woke up Ange wasn’t beside me as she usually was but it didn’t surprise me. She was getting tired of the new cycle I was doing but it was her to blame. I’m sick and tired of her controlling what I do and how I am supposed to feel. I am absolutely done with her shit and I won’t put up with it anymore.

Just as I was thinking of her she walks in the room. I look at her and realize she went out early in the morning and that was very sketchy. I wanted to question but I knew it would start a fight, but I realize I don’t give a shit.

“Where the hell were you?” I ask kind of rude.

“Shut the fuck up drunkie,” is all she says.

“Excuse me I asked a simple question you don’t have to be rude,” I reply to her bitchy comment.

“I don’t give a shit I’m done with you and putting up with your shit.” She says.

“Excuse me? Did you just say you’re tired of MY shit?” I ask in an unbelievable tone

“Yes YOUR shit,” she says it once again and I begin to laugh, “What the hell is so funny?”

“I’m done with YOUR shit. I constantly have to be so perfect just for you to be happy. I constantly have to feel a certain way or you’ll bitch at me, and I have to constantly be someone I’m not just for you to be glad you’re with me. Guess what? I’m done and I don’t want to deal with it.” I say in anger.

“I don’t give a shit if you’re done with me because I have been done with you from the moment I met you and I found out about your secret. I’m done playing games,” she lets out.

“So what the hell does this me for us?” I ask even though I knew what it meant. I just needed to hear it come out of her mouth.

“You know what the hell it means! If not I will make it easy for you, WE. ARE. DONE!” She yells

“Then get your shit and leave this house and never speak to me again,” I tell her and she give me a look of disbelief.

“Get your shit and get the fuck out of my face!” I yell.

She stands there with her tube of lip gloss in her hand. I stand up from my bed and open the drawers. I open the door then start taking her clothes and throwing them out in the hallway. She looked at me in a mortified expression. Then I grabbed her perfume bottles and make up and started throwing them out of the window. She started to take the stuff from my hands and started to cry. I don’t know what the hell got in to me but I picked her up and sat her on the bed when I really wanted to throw her on the floor and slap her.

“STOP CALUM!” She yells.

“No this is what you wanted! You wanted this to happen and you did what you did! Don’t try to play the victim now because it’s a little too late for that now!” I yell.

“I fucking hate you so much,” she yells and cries.

I go to grab her wrist but Luke, Ashton, and Bell come in and push me away from her. My face turned red and I didn’t realize who I was anymore because she did this to me. She pushed me over the edge when she said she would keep me from falling.

“What the hell is going on here?!?” Bell yells at us.

“Why don’t you ask her? She pushed me off the edge when she said she would keep me from falling.” I tell her.

“Ange I love you with all my heart but what the hell did you do to my Calum.” Bell says.

“Why don’t you ask him what he did to himself? I didn’t do anything to him,” Ange says all innocent.

“Don’t play the fucking victim because we all know exactly what you did you whore!” I yell and go forward only to be pushed back by Luke and Ashton.

“Hey watch your fucking mouth,” Bell yells.

“Ange I’m not kidding what the hell did you do to him. You ruined him emotionally and physically,” Bell says now looking at Ange.

I couldn’t even look at her without wanting to hurt her. I didn’t know who I was but I know she let out the demons that I have been trying to keep locked away for so long. She stood up from the bed and walked over to me only to slap me in the face. But what I didn’t expect was for Bell to slap her for me.

“You will not touch Calum you already ruined him,” Bell says.

“Shut up,” Ange says which is wrong thing to say especially to Bell.

“Whoa I don’t know who you think you are but I suggest you get your shit and leave out of my house!” Bell screams.

“RIGHT NOW,” Bell screams again.

Ange gets up from the floor and collects her things off the ground. I felt bad but then I felt that she deserved what she got and I don’t care how harsh that sounds. Liars get what they deserve and that is to feel hurt like they did to their loved ones. You could never replace hurt and guilt from someone. I hate her, I hate her so much.

Maybe I was being rude, irrational, dumb, or just hurt but I don’t care anymore. I fell past the deep end and the waves would slowly take me away to drown in the sea. Maybe this is what I deserved, maybe this is how it feels to be hurt, or maybe it is a lesson to learn and change my mistakes into opportunities.

Once Ange left I grabbed a shirt and jeans to change into, I need a drink right now. I grabbed my phone and keys before driving to the nearest bar. Once I get there I sit at a bar stool and order 15 shots of whiskey and told the bartender to leave the bottle. I feel the empty to seat be replaced by someone and I try to not look at who it is.

“One shot of tequila and leave the bottle,” the woman next to me says.

“Hey you okay pal?” The woman next to me says.

“Yeah I’m fine.” I mumble.

When I turn to look at her I see the most beautiful girl ever. Long honey brown hair, blue eyes, freckles, a cute button nose, a nose piercing, and plump perfect lips. She wore a Rolling Stones shirt with a leather jacket and ripped jeans. She was absolutely breath taking or maybe it was the whiskey speaking for me and she actually looked like a cockroach.

“My name is Katherine Walters, what’s your name,” she asks.

“Nice to meet you Katherine, my name is Calum Hood.” I speak up and shake her hand.

“So what brings you to this amazing bar.” She jokes.

“Bad break up,” I say.

“Yeah those are tough I just got over a bad break up,” she says.

That night we talked and took shots after shot getting rid of our bad break ups and past. I left the bar feeling better than when I came. I got Katherine’s number and gave her mine before leaving. I’m glad I met her and she actually helped me cope with the pain and numbness I felt in my heart and through my veins.

Once I got home I got into my bed and fell into a deep slumber with a smile on my face from the previous events. Today was great but also horrible.