Dylan Cross.
"Can we not fight anymore, please?" #bf #mxf
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Heavy rain, strong winds, and thunder that occasionally brightened the night were no reason for me to stop running towards your apartment after crashing my car. You, indirectly, gave me a message about how you felt about our relationship of over four years. How you felt about me being too possessive, controlling, and putting you under pressure.
Upon receiving the message, my anger soared. Grabbing my car keys, I drove recklessly, crashing my car into a tree due to poor visibility due to the rain and slippery road. With my forehead bleeding, I ran towards your house, leaving my smoking and damaged car behind, cursing as I fell several times due to poor vision. When I arrived at the location, I tried to open your locked door. I banged on it loudly and shouted, i know you're in there. Fuck, you're playing with me, fucking bitch.
You little fucking bitch, you hear me? open the fucking door now! I scream, trying to hold myself from burning your house. I chuckled like a madman, ignoring the pain in my head from the hard impact I received during the accident earlier. Baby, open the door please.. open the door. My pleading voice trembled but was full of anger, continuing to bang on your door. open the fucking door now you little brat! don't make me coming in!
I kicked the door hard, the sound of my screams and kicks on the door was louder than the sound of thunder. I'm gonna count to three.. one.. two.. fuck it I kept kicking the door, trying to break the glass. It was absolutely crazy in there.