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I held my hand to my face while I made my way over to Calums. I understand he probably didn't wanna have anything to do with me, but I'm willing to admit I needed him. 

As soon as I got to Calum's, Mali was setting her bag down on the table. She probably just got in sometime soon before I showed up.  "M-Mali is Calum here?" My eyes filled with tears and I trembled.  "Whoa what's wrong?  What's going on?"  Mali tried to soothe me but nothing was going to work.

I told her that I just needed to talk to Calum,  and that's when I ran upstairs.  Instead of knocking like I should've, I opened up the door and I walked in.  As soon as I stepped in, I knew I shouldn't have.  The room filled up with gasping and "Get the fuck out Hazel!", and to add the cherry on top, Calum on top of some girl. 

I ran out as fast as I could and left.  While Calum was fucking some girl, I ran back home.  The image of Calum on top of someone, really fucked with me. No pun intended.

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