Please Don't Leave Me

Chapter 1

 “GET OUT! RIGHT NOW!”

“Ugh, not this again,” he mumbled under his breath.

“I heard that!” I fumed at him. “I don’t want to see your face! Out!” I shouted at him while pointing at the door. He rolled his eyes at me as I crossed my arms on my chest.

“Fine, fine. I’m leaving.” He threw his hands up in the air, as if to surrender. I just glared at him. When he was at the door and about to leave, he said, “If you need me, you know where to find me.”

“I don’t need you,” I spat at him.

“Fucking bitch,” I heard him say just before he closed the door behind him.

I know that I just kicked him out of our flat, but I would be lying if I said that that didn’t hurt.

“Ugh!” I gripped my hair in frustration as I walked to my couch and took my phone to call Calum.

It rang about 4 times before he answered my call.

“Lucy? Are you alright?” I heard his voice through my phone.

It took me a few seconds before muttering, “I kicked him out again.”

“What?! Oh, my God, Lu! Again?! What is it this time?” he shouted as I temporarily removed my phone from my ear due to the loudness of his voice.

I groaned. “He was up in his room and I called him down. He didn’t answer me so I stormed in his room and demanded why he didn’t answer me. He said he was trying to write a song and I called him an asshole and we got into a fight then we ended up in the living room until I just kicked him out.”

“You do know that it’s his flat?”

I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn’t see me. “Yes, I know that. But he never seemed to care.”

“You know, you really need to control your anger, Lucy,” he retorted.

“He didn’t even apologize for not answering me!” I argued.

“Well, you did call him an asshole.” I groaned again. “Sometimes, I even wonder how we got together.”

Calum chuckled. “We all do.” I stayed quiet for a few seconds before he said, “You do know that you need to apologize to him.”

My pride went up. “And why would I want to do that?”

“Because in a relationship, if you get into a fight, someone needs to apologize first. And the one who first apologizes is the one who loves more.”

“Well, that certainly isn’t me.”

“Lucinda!” he scolded, using my full name.

“Well I don’t wanna apologize first!” I told him. “Did he arrive there, already?” I asked him quietly. Calum is one who Michael would always go to if I kicked him out.

“No, not yet. Maybe in a few minutes,” he said before groaning. “In my theory, your relationship isn’t gonna last.”

My eyes suddenly widened. “Umm, I-I’ll think a-about apologizing,” I told him.

“I gotta go. Bye,” I said and immediately ended the call.

I don’t know why but as if on cue, I buried my face in my hands and cried while my body sunk in the soft sofa.