Love Hurts

Chapter 18 - Fights

*Continuous of Chapter 17*

"Look at yourself in the mirror and find out why I'm cold, why I can't treat you how I'm suppose to,"

He said the words that really broke my heart.

"I don't need tha----,"

"Living with you is like hell, going out with you is an embarrassment. Don't get me started on marrying you," He cuts me off.

It was then I realized my tears were rolling down my cheeks.

"This marriage isn't my plan, Chanyeol. I don't wish to get bullied everyday, I don't wish to marry a stranger, let alone a conceited one," I mumbled. "This marriage isn't my plan, it's just not,"

He let out a scoff.

"Who would marry you?" He says harshly. "I bet your parents  are em--,"

My hand landed on his cheek. I slapped him, hard and he widened his eyes.

"Stop hurting me, please," I managed to say with my blurry version. "What the fuck is wrong with you," I wanted to shout but it came out as a whisper.

"How dare you to----,"

"Slap me back, if you dare," I challenged him.

I thought he would do it but he didn't. He did nothing and just looked away.

His cheek was red and because of my long nails, there was a bleeding thin line on it.

"You don't know what I've been through, Chanyeol," I started. "Meeting you wasn't really a help,"

"I don't care about you," He says. "Stop with the cold shoulders, stop with your shits,"

"In your dreams, Chanyeol. You changed me into this,"

"What the hell is wrong with you, Jaehun?" He slightly raised his voice.

"What's wrong with me?"I asked him with a scoff. "Yes, we are arranged but why do we have to be like this? Where's the humanity in you? Where's your respect for others, Chanyeol? Where the fuck is it?!" I yelled on the top of my lungs. "Living with you is like hell, too,"

"At least I don't get clingy with your friends," He says, referring to D.O.

"At least I don't sleep with a bitch that only clings on me for money,"

"How did you k-----,"

"Isn't that the only reason why she left this house?"

It came out as a statement rather than a question.

The atmosphere was dead. I was calming myself down and preventing my tears from falling. I sighed before talking again.

"I've tried, Chanyeol-ah and I'm tired," I say as I looked at him in the eyes. "I'm curious about something. I see how you treat your bestfriends. That smile that's always plastered on your voice and how derpy you are to them yet you're cold towards me. What's  worse is that, I don't even  know what have I ever done to you,"  I confessed. 

"Look," he starts to say but I've had it.

"Go ahead," I looked at him. "Do whatever you want, just becareful. Don't let the media catch you. When a year passes by, we'll go in our own ways,"

I waited for his response but he said nothing. I turned around, heading for the stairs.

"You have everything, Chanyeol. The looks, money and everything," I said, not looking at him. "But your attitude fucks you up fully,"

I went up to my room and I felt..lost.   I ended up crying like a baby. Pain was the word that could describe how I feel, I wanted to just jump off a cliff...

Park Chanyeol's POV

I went up to my room and sat down hopelessly on my bed.

"When a year passes by, we'll go in our own ways,"

"But your attitude fucks you up fully,"

Her words echoes in my mind.

This is all I wanted, right? Right.

But...

"Aish!" I screamed as I ruffled my hair and layed down.

What the fuck do I actually want?!

I ran my fingers through my hair as I got frustrated. I sighed as I stood up. I went in the bathroom and washed my face. I groaned as my cheek started to burn.

I don't know how will Jaehun and I be tomorrow.
I sighed as I got ready for bed.

>> After A While >>

I was feeling drowsy  until I heard a noise from downstairs.

"Did a fucking cat entered the kitchen again?" I cursed under my breath. I tried to go back to sleep but I couldn't. I felt something was wrong.

I stood up and headed downstairs. I checked the living room and there was nothing suspicious. When I entered the kitchen, I immediately stopped in my tracks, feeling like my heart just stopped beating.

There she was, laying on the floor with her eyes closed with broken pieces of glass that's coated with blood, resting just beside her bleeding arm and one  piece resting on her finger.

Her face so pale, arms filled with fresh and bleeding cuts.

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A/N : I'm sorry for this shitty chapter! :(