"Get the fuck out!" I screamed. She made me so angry, so out of control I felt like I could burst.
"Please.." She begged. She didn't want to leave, never wanted to argue.
"Shut the fuck up and get out before I hurt you!"
"Dylan, please! Please don't do this!" She cried, hugging her knees tightly to her chest. Without thinking, my hand whipped around her soft face. I instantly regretted it, but it was the only way she'd listen.
She cried even louder, whimpering, praying under her breath. All she wanted was the old me; the one that loved her unconditionally, the one that always wanted to be with her. It just wasn't the same anymore; I act like I hate her. I don't. I still love her. Maybe not as much as before, but what do you expect when she makes me this angry?
Red rage painted my face, slight tears in my eyes. "Why do you make me do this to you?" I cried. The tears were falling now, my heart was tearing in two, my anger doubling. Why was I so dumb to cry in front of her? I mean, boys don't cry, do they?
I had to leave before things got too bad. I didn't want to hurt her anymore. Within seconds, I was out of the room, on my way to my mates house to cool down. He lived in the flat a few down from mine. Ellie hates it when I go there, she always worries about that girl. I don't know why, I mean I wouldn't fuck her even if I was single. Plus, its my mate's girl. Bro code.
Carmen answered the door on the first knock. Her hay-blonde hair was in a messy bun, blue eyes piercing and as always, wearing Chris's clothes.
"Hey Dylan!" She said.
"Yo, where's Chris?" I asked.
"He's in the shower. Do ya wanna come in?"
I went in and sat on the muddy brown sofa with Carmen. I grabbed the Xbox controller and started taking my anger out on a game. It was the best way to cool down. Killing zombies was so satisfying.
"You seem pissed," Carmen laughed.
"Yeah, man," I sighed. I knew I shouldn't be talking to Carmen. Ellie would only find out and go mad, but right now I didn't care.
"Ellie, again?"
"Guess so."
"Wanna talk about it?" She sat next to me and grabbed the other controller.
"She just makes me so angry. I love her but I can't deal with how angry she makes me."
"I know its not what you wanna hear right now, but you need to talk to her. Talk to her without shouting, let her tell you how she feels," she looked down at her lap, "I guess I know how it feels to be alone. It's not nice."
I hated this girl with a passion. I wanted to rip her hair out, kill her. But today, for once, she was helpful.
"Yoooo Dylan!" Chris wandered into the room and sat between Carmen and I. He placed his arm on her shoulders, pulling her close. I wanted me and Ellie to be like that again. We can't even talk or have sex without arguing.
After an hour or so, I checked my phone. I had 10 missed calls and a few messages from Ellie.
I said goodbye to Carmen and Chris and headed back to the flat. The walk was literally one minute down the road. I saw that my door was left open an inch or so. Maybe I forgot to shut it when I left.
"Ellie!" I shouted from the kitchen. No answer; she was probably asleep.
I walked into the bedroom, expecting to see her peacefully asleep. Instead, it was empty. Empty except a piece of paper crumpled up on the bed. I recognised her handwriting straight away; it was usually perfect but today i could barely make out the words:
Dylan,
I think it's best I leave. For mine and your sake. I don't want us to carry on like this which is why I'm moving away for a few weeks. I'll see you when I get home.
I love you baby.
Ellie x
I punched the wall, driving a hole straight through it. I hated her so much right now. Why did she leave? She knows I love her. She knows I'd never really hurt her.
I collapsed to the floor, my head falling into my hands. Tears pricked at my eyes. I fought not to cry, to be strong. I couldn't. I love her too much. I had to get her back, show her how much I love her. But where would she go? She had no family here anymore.
I dialled her number on both of my phones. It was switched off. I called a few of her friends but it was early hours on a weekday. They must be asleep. I'll have to try tomorrow. I need her back.
But what if she never comes back?...
