𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

1 percent

❝ 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐃. 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 ❞

i was out all day shopping. i had a lot of necessities i had to get. i was honestly out for hours. my phone was at one percent. i was heading home when colby called me. i answered. "where are you??" "i'm actually heading h-" my phone died in the middle of the call. fuck. i rushed home. i opened the door and walked in. "hey i'm back." i said. "where were you?" he asked. "i was out shopping." i replied. "for that long???" "yeah. i didn't expect to take that long. sorry." "how do i know you're not lying?" "what? i told you where i was going when i first left. why would i lie??" "i don't know i guess all the signs are pointing to you cheating." he said. "what the fuck??? you think i would cheat?? are you kidding?" i asked. "no i mean you're gone for hours and acting weird." he replied. "i'm not acting weird." "you know you don't have to tell me if you are cheating. i guess we're even now." my expression changed completely. "what?" "you cheated, i cheated. we're even." "I DIDN'T CHEAT!" "really because when i called you literally hung up right away and that's a definite sign of cheating." "my phone was at one percent when you called you fucking asshole!" "wait seriously?" "i cant believe you cheated on me! fuck you! get out of my house now!" i opened the door and pushed him out. i slammed it in his face and locked the door. i slid down and just cried. worst day ever.