Kiss Me Kiss Me {Michael Clifford}

Chapter 1

"You asshole!" I screamed pushing my hands against Patricks chest.

"Stay away from me!" A crowd grew in the hall, which made me anxious beyond belief. His strong hands latched onto my wrist. I tried to get away, but he wouldn't let me go. His grip around my wrist was tightening by the second. I was unaware that I had started crying.

"Stop it!" I yelled, my voice coming out strained and broken.

"Say another word and I'll break your god damn wrist," Patrick snapped, slamming my hand against the locker behind me. Everyone was scared of him. Everyone. That is why no one is intervening. I should've taken that as a hint before I started dating the douche bag. He is abusive, very abusive. Verbally and mentally. He kept tightening the hold on my wrist. A small squeaking noise came from the back of my throat. I started hyperventilating.

"Please," I practically begged. His eyes met with mine. He had the intention to hurt me ever since I told his mom that he got arrested at the bar two weeks ago. The bell rang making him let go of my wrist. I dropped to the floor faster than a bullet shell.

"That'll teach you," He spat. I shielded my head while he raised his foot. He kicked my purse, scattering it's contents all over the floor. I looked up from the ground as he walked away. I was bawling uncontrollably. I crawled over to where the majority of the things in my purse were and I started picking them up. I heard someone running in my direction.

"Cora, what happened?" Calum's voice was filled with worry. He grabbed my wrist. I hissed in pain. "Oh my god," He half-whispered, causing me to look at my wrist, bloody and bruised. He lifted me off of the ground with ease. He spun me around by my shoulders looking for anymore damage. "Who did this?" He questioned angrily.

"Patrick," I said without hesitation.

"That son of a bitch," He muttered. He used his thumbs to wipe away the tears from under my eyes. Then, he knelt down and picked up the rest of the things off the floor and placed them in my purse. He ran his hands through his jet-black hair, which he always did when he was upset or angry.

"C'mon, let's go." He put my purse over his shoulder which made me laugh. We walked down the stairs. There was no one in the halls at this point. We walked to the end of the hall and looked both ways for any teachers before exiting the building. Out of all the years I've been best friends with Calum I don't think I've ever seen him this angry.

He held onto my hand loosely, leading me out to his car. I was still hysterically crying over what my boyfriend had just done to me. I knew Patrick was a jerk, but I never thought that it'd escalate to this point. Calum was murmuring things to himself as he unlocked his car that we had nicknamed 'the shitbox' it was a god awful orange colour. It's a horrible car, but he loves it. He put my purse in the backseat. He then looked at me, his shoulders dropped and he started to relax. He used the sleeve of his black Led Zeppelin hoodie to wipe the rest of the tears off my face. He pulled me into a tight hug. "It's okay, You'll be alright," He comforted as I bawled into his shoulder. He rubbed my back and kissed the top of my head. He was warm and smelt like the good kind of cologne. Even though Calum was my best friend he was more loving than Patrick had ever been to me.

"I should be in class," I stated.

"You should and so should I, but I think skipping for half a day is acceptable." He laughed.

"Okay." I forced a smile. He smiled before hopping into the front seat. I walked around the car and into the passenger seat. I shut the door causing the window crank to fall off. "What a piece of shit," I joked.

"Shh, don't hurt her feelings," He said placing his hand on the dashboard. I laughed and shook my head. I rubbed my eyes and flipped down the mirror above my head. My eyeliner and mascara was smudged.