Nobody has said a single word during this whole car ride.
Car rides with Bekah are never like this. We usually have the top of B's convertible down, music blaring and it's great. Defiantly not this time. It's quiet, way to quiet.
I reach over and squeeze my hand on Bekahs upper thigh.
"You never act like this, Cal. I feel like I did something wrong." At first I thought she was going to cry. I've only seen B cry once and it wasn't a site I wanted to see again.
Bekah cried once when her brother and I got into a fight. I'll never forget the day it happened.
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"Come on inside Cal, my brothers just home."
We walk inside and see Ryan sitting on the couch talking to himself. He does it a lot, actually, just not that frequently.
"Ryan there's nobody there. Stop talking to yourslef." I spoke quietly.
His eyes widened and before I knew it I was on the ground.
"Don't you ever talk to me like that again, do you hear me!! Never!!"
I pushed him off me, big mistake. Ryan went ballistic. He punched many holes in the walls, then he got quiet and just stood there.
He ran in the kitchen and before I knew it, I was on the floor with a knife to my chest.
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I still have the scar in my chest and every time I see it, it reminds me of that day.
"Cal, you okay?" Bekah spoke, breaking me out of my thoughts.
"Will you pull the top down? It feels to small in here." I pulled my hand away from Bekahs thigh. I couldn't stop myself from shaking.
"Rebekah, pull the top down now!" I demanded this time. I see her jump and I can help but feel bad.
"Sorry Cal. Do you want me to pull over? I can do that if you need me to."
She began to ver over to the side and I immediately pushed the wheel over, turning her into incoming tragic.
"I don't want you to pull over! Just put the damn top down!" After that she pushed a button, I heard a click and the top came down.
"Calum please don't yell at me. You know I hate that." Her voice was shaky and that's when I began to get worried.
"I'm sorry B. I didn't mean to yell at you." I apologize, but she doesn't care.
"It doesn't matter Calum. We're at your house now. So get out." She nudges me out of her car, and I get out.
"Come in with me." I try to convince her to come in, but fail.
"I'm not coming in with you. Not until you calm yourself down." She wipes her face, and that's when I knew I had fucked up.
"I'm sorry, B." I say as she drives away and I walk inside to think about everything.
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OH SHIAT CALUM!
(AND AT THAT MOMENT HE KNEW HE FUCKED UP)
Tomorrow's my birthday guys! Woop woop!!
I hope you guys like the update. Sorry it took so long. My stupid English teacher took my phone for a week. -.-
But anyway!
XOXO
MEH!
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Project 8:11
RomanceI understand that I have emotional issues, but do they have to refer to me as a project? It's bad enough that I have to keep coming back here, and now I have to stay away from her..
