Big Secrets

Chapter 3: What?

"WHAT!?" He yelled from the top of his lungs. His eyes were full of hate. Hate for me.

"Mike, just listen to me ple-" I tried to calm him down and for once make him listen to what I had to say. Make him realise the truth about her. But before I could even try, he cut me off.

"YOU'RE LYING!!! You always make up some sh*t about her! And blaming all of... This! On her!? How low can you sink!? I mean, I get it you hate her, I get it, but this has gone way too far! She would never do something like this. She's perfect. She's an angel. Not like YOU! I've had enough of your constant sh*t! Nobody would even care if something happens to you right now! And it's because you made it like that! You push away, blame and hate on everybody who comes near you! And Patricia is one of them! She only wants what's best for you! And nobody gives a sh*t about you because of what you do! Not even I give a sh*t anymore!" He yelled right into my face, making me wince at his tone and words. He just kept going and going, but at some point I blocked it all out. I was like in my own little bubble, not hearing or seeing anything. The words kept going over and over in my head. Does he still not understand what I was feeling for him? Does he really not care about me?

My eyes started to water, and soon enough I was crying rivers of salty tears. How could he not see what she was doing? How could he think of me like that? Why is he hurting me like this? Why is he hurting me at all? Why?

Every inch of my body hurt, but that was nothing compared to what I felt inside. The pain in my heart shattering into millions of tiny pieces. His words cut me like knives, slowly carving out every speck of happiness that I had left. I was completely breaking down. I couldn't see or hear anything. I was dead inside.

I was dead.

Mike's POV:

The anger was boiling up inside of me. I couldn't control it anymore so I let it all out. I took out all my anger on Clara. But lets be honest, she can't keep making up things about my girl like that. Especially something like this. I mean, come on. Killing us? Does she think that it's funny or something?

I looked at her. There were trails of tears all over her face and there was more coming. She whimpered softly as the tears fell onto her jeans. I couldn't look at her like that, knowing that she was crying because of me. Because of what I said to her. It was breaking me seeing her like this. I looked away.

"Clara, listen, I -" I looked back at her and what I saw frightened me. She was just sitting there, not talking, not moving, not even blinking. I wasn't even sure if she was breathing. She was blank, just looking into space, as if she didn't even exist anymore.

What have I done?

I tried to reach out for her but with every movement that I tried to make, I could feel the intense pain in my side. I slowly tried crawling to her not focusing on the pain that shot through me.

"Clara?" She kept looking into space as if nothing existed. I snapped my fingers in front of her face trying to wake her up from it. It didn't work. I tried waving my hands to get her attention but that was also completely useless.

Finally after many attempts of trying to wake her up from her broken state, I grabbed her hand in mine and gave it a slight squeeze.

"Clara, I didn't mean it okay." I looked at her as she slowly turned her head. Relief that I hadn't hurt her that bad and that she was okay washed over me, but it was soon crushed when I looked into her glassy eyes. There was no emotion in her eyes, nothing at all. She was like a lifeless doll or an empty shell. I did hurt her that bad, didn't I?

I looked down at the blood stained wooden floor thinking of a way to undo what I had done. "Clara, I'm so-"

SLAP!

My head bounced to the left as I covered my cheek with my hand. It felt like fire was eating away my skin. Damn she slapped me hard. She slapped me?!  I was shocked beyond being shocked.

I looked up to see her standing with her hands balled up. There was a single tear rolling down her cheek indicating that she was still sad. Her eyes were full of undescribable fury and hate. If looks could kill than I would be long gone. This was the most emotion that I had seen from her since my anger out burst.

"Don't you f*cking dare!"

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