You waited at home for your boyfriend to come back, feeling your anger build up inside you by every passing minute. Your arms were crossed over your chest and you were glaring at the turned off TV screen in front of you. You went to a bakery earlier that was across from the beach, and you saw Luke with a girl. You were ignoring the itchy feeling you felt on your wrists, holding yourself back from cutting over your boyfriend cheating, no matter how much it hurt.
You heard the front door open and then Luke shouted, "Honey, I'm home!"
"Don't 'honey' me!" you said, standing up from the couch and walking over to your boyfriend who had just walked into the living room with a shocked expression. "[Y/N]? What's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" you repeated his words, laughing bitterly. "What's wrong is that you're cheating, Hemmings!"
He stared at your angered face for a few seconds before he asked quietly, "Wait, what?"
"You know exactly what, Luke! Don't pretend that you don't know what I'm talking about!"
"I don't!" he suddenly shouted.
"What about that girl that you were with at the beach today, huh?" you shouted back, stepping closer to him.
"What the fuck, [Y/N]?" he shook his head. "She was just a friend!"
"If she was 'just a friend' then you would've told me that you're going to hang out with her!"
"Well, I'm sorry, but I forgot!"
"Oh, really? You forgot to walk up to me and go like, 'hey, [Y/N], I'm going to hang out with a friend of mine today'?!"
"Fuck, [Y/N], stop! She was just a goddamn friend! I always knew that I'd have to put up with your anger issues, but I never knew that I'd have to put up with you trust issues as well!"
You couldn't deny the fact that what he just said hurt you, and you couldn't hold yourself back from what you said next, "Well, I'm sorry, but if you really loved me and spent time with me instead of her, you wouldn't have to put up with my 'trust issues'!"
"Will you just fucking stop?! I had to put up with you all this time we were together; I had to put up with all those pathetic scars that cover up your fucking body, but I never said anything about it! If you were with some other guy, he would've just left you without a second thought once he finds out about your stupid habit, but I didn't! Is this how you fucking repay me?" he shouted, his glare not moving away from you.
You didn't say anything. You just stared at him in shock and hurt, tears filling your eyes and threatening to spill. He must have noticed what he said because his face instantly softened and he moved closer to you to wrap his arms around you, but you stopped him, stepping away from him. "Don't."
"I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean it, I swear I didn't," he said quietly, his voice breaking at the end.
"Save it. Just-stop. I'm leaving," you said and walked over to the door. He tried to stop you from leaving, but you didn't even bother to glance at him as you slipped on your shoes and left the house, slamming the door behind you.
It's been about three days since you and Luke had fought. Since you and Luke were sharing a flat, you decided to stay at your parents' house because there was nowhere else to go. You stayed at your old room the whole time, only leaving it when your parents called you for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Your parents asked you why you're staying with them and what was the fight about, but you didn't want them to know about you self-harming. Luke was the only one who knew, and it was only because he saw your scars once.
You couldn't forget what Luke said. His words kept repeating in your head, "I had to put up with all those pathetic scars that cover up your fucking body." You've been thinking about what he said a lot, and every time you thought about it, you came to a conclusion that Luke did mean it and he didn't say it just because he was angry.
There was a knock on your door, and you wiped away your tears before calling out shakily, "Come in."
The door opened, revealing your mother. "Somebody's here to see you."
"I told you, mum, I don't want to see anyone."
However, your mother other ignored what you said and just left before you saw Luke walk in, closing the door behind him.
"Get out," you said, your voice holding no emotion.
"Just listen to me, please," he said quietly, walking over to the bed where you were sitting.
"Stop. Don't come near me," you said, glaring up at him.
"[Y/N], I didn't mean it. I swear, I didn't," he said, ignoring what you said as he walked closer and sat next to you on the bed. "I was just really angry and I didn't know what I was saying. I didn't realize what I said until I noticed how bad I hurt you. I'm sorry, [Y/N]."
"Are you done?"
He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Please come back home, [Y/N]. I miss you, and living without you - even if it was for only three days - hurts."
"You'll get used to it," you said coldly.
"What are you talking about?" he slowly and quietly asked as he looked at you.
"You know what I'm talking about. Now are you done? Because I really need to go to sleep."
He bit his lip and got up. "Just so you know, I really love you, and I didn't mean what I said the other day. I understand why you don't want to forgive me; I'm not forgiving myself either," he said before turning around and leaving the room.
You let out a shaky sigh as you felt tears fill your eyes again, but you ignored them as you laid back down and tried to go to sleep.
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i cringed when i read this thing to edit it
im sorry it sucks, i just didn't know what to write about exactly, and i didn't want it to have a happy ending, so.
and i'm sorry for late, i had something to do.
i'll try to post another imagine later on today or after tomorrow :-)
